Scars of undying grief

Chapter 53

He paid no attention to her as he thought she would probably stop once she gets to her room.

He rushed to the shower took his clothes off and was set to have his bath when he heard the adhan for ishai prayers, instead of taking a warm bath immediately he divided to pray magrib first and isha was to follow immediately so he doesn't run out of time.

The sweaty man performed ablution, he'd have had his bath first so as not to stand in front of Allah in dirt but to avoid running late he prayed anyways.

While Zayba took her bath and changed into her baby pink silk sexy nighty, Mama had bathed baby Ziya before she left and she was fast asleep even as Zayba walked in with the gifts.

Zayba sat comfortably on a soft pillow placed in the cold tiled floor and she unwrapped every polyethylene bag and wrapped box.

The heaviest polyethylene bags had, three hitarget atamfa and two laces, a cute baby dresss in blush pink, two hand knitted sweaters and a pair of black sandals which she believed ziya is likely to use only when she gets older perhaps two years of age.

It was Aunty Fa'iza one of her maternal Aunts that gave her, the Aunty with the biggest behind, she carries it so freely like it was a piece of feather resting there.

"Your man seems humble yet confident, handsome and charismatic, plus he's rich, don't let him out of your sight, do everything he wants and don't let him in the company of other women, they'll steal him he has everything, so masha Allah." Aunty Fa'iza has said earlier.

" I am trying my best, Aunty and he's a good man, he's trying too." She had whispered.

"Well try harder." Aunty had advised.

Zayba smiled and was pleased with the gifts at hand, she couldn't wait for Fuad to unwrap the gifts with her, they were mostly Atamfa and baby clothes, and she promised to tell him from who or where it came from as soon as he comes after ishai.

Even though it was ishai already , she was patient to wait a little longer.

Hibba

She peeked through the doorknob and found him prostrating, she didn't even remember to pray as she was waiting to pounce on him the night, she had sworn not to miss the night as she would be dismissed from her helping duties the day after, even if she wasn't really helping.

But having Fuad around was a major turn on in her life at the moment.

She waited patiently at the door and peeked through the doorknob occasionally to see if he was done.

"Even if he missed one year's prayer then he should be done by now." She spatted to herself restlessly.

She waited for thirty minutes that felt like thirty years and decided to go to her room and change into another thing that will probably kill him before she does.

She went to her room and dropped every piece of clothing off her body and then wrapped a mini towel on her slender body, revealed her long hair that rested on her plywood ass and tiptoed back to his room.

This time she didn't knock at the door or say salam, she didn't wait to check if he was still praying or not, she wasn't sure if she was hiding away from her sister or afraid of being caught.

The doors was unlocked, it was her lucky day, as she heard the sound of splashing water meeting the silk tiled floor of his bathroom.

She didn't hesitate taking a step into the bathroom as she had already locked the door and hid the key on his wardrobe, her long limb was enough to lift her up.

The man had lather of soap on his face and he rubbed it with his palm, he paused for a moment as if to feel someone's presence but ignored it anyway.

She threw the piece of clothing covering her nakedness as she watched how his eyes will widen when he sees her.

And just like she expected his eyes widened and his muscles tightened as he saw the naked woman in front of him, in a reflex his hand covered his crotch as he spoke with a voice laced with anger and fear and avoiding eye contact with her.

"What are you doing her___." It was like a mystery to complete the sentence as her lips locked his.

He tried to fight the feelings back or Atleast push the woman that's not his type away from him but he couldn't.

With her eyes opened as she commits the sin, she watched as his nerves relaxed with this simple trick she had tried.

He struggled with her and finally got lucky to push her to the bathroom wall.

"What are you trying to do?" He asked in a rather toneless voice than an angry one.

"Tell me you don't like it and I'll stop." She stated.

The man didn't say a thing but rather dropped his head down, with that it was like a go ahead signal for her, she planted another hot kiss to his lips as this time he didn't try fighting her back but instead he let his guard down and dived into that sinful act as if he never had a conscience.

She kept colliding her bones to his so hard that he wouldn't dare change his mind and so she dragged him in to his bed and kept instructing on what to do.

She never thought she'd get him that easily and the thought of Zayba finding their hands deep in this devil's work didn't cross her mind or his, even if it did none of them mentioned it or thought about it.

She believed her sister was such an angel, a specially made in heaven human who wouldn't take a hard decision even if she finds out.

She doesn't care if he hates her afterwards but if her wishes were horses then he was definitely the only one she wanted to ride and thrust on even if it will cost her relationship with her sister.

I cringe at every sinful word I pen down of Hibba.😭😭 May such never happen to us.
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