RIGHTFULLY YOUR'S

Part 19

Layla's pov:

The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on our tangled bodies. As I stirred in Yusuf's embrace, my senses slowly returned to me, and the events of the previous night rushed back. The sensation was a curious blend of pleasure and pain, and the memories of our intense lovemaking left an indelible mark on my body.

We had once again indulged in a sexual escapade that was as raw and passionate as it was tumultuous. It was the kind of night that left me bewildered and questioning the rougher side of my husband that had suddenly emerged.

The party had been an enjoyable event, but as we were in the car , I sensed a strange tension in Yusuf's demeanor. He barely spoke, and when I inquired about his quietness, he simply brushed it off. The atmosphere became palpably charged with an unspoken anger, one that left me perplexed and uncomfortable.

As we reached our room, the tension only grew. He abruptly pushed me against the wall and began to kiss me with an intensity that left my lips bruised and my heart racing. Our clothes quickly found their way to the floor, and he carried me to the bed with a fervor that mirrored an uncontrollable, untamed passion. I was both captivated and apprehensive, wondering about the cause of his sudden aggression.

The night was wild and intense, the sounds of our lovemaking echoing through the room. Yusuf was rougher than I'd ever experienced, his hands and kisses demanding, even painful at times. His eyes, once tender, now held an uncharacteristic fire, and it sent shivers down my spine.

As I lay there, Yusuf woke up and greeted me with a warm smile, asking, "When did you wake up, my love?" I replied, "I just woke up a moment ago," and with that, Yusuf got up without saying much and headed to the bathroom.

But as he ventured inside the bathroom, the memories of our night together began to fade into the background, giving way to a more urgent concern. My heart raced as I realized something. He hadn't used protection the night before, and this realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. Panic coursed through my veins. I was well aware of the potential consequences of his actions, and I couldn't fathom why he would take such a risk.

My immediate reaction was to get up and hastily reach for Yusuf's shirt, which had been draped over a nearby chair, conveniently covering my body up to my thighs. I proceed to tie my hair into a messy bun while wandering around the room. About ten minutes later, Yusuf, unaware of my distress, emerged from the bathroom with a calm expression.

Summoning the courage to address the issue that had haunting me, I asked him, my voice trembling, "Yusuf, you didn't use a condom, did you?"

His answer left me baffled, "Yes, I know."

The weight of his decision hit me like a ton of bricks. I could not understand why he had taken such a risk, and my fear grew with each passing second. I pressed on, unable to hide my concern, "You knew, and you still...you know the consequences of this right?"

Yusuf's response was unequivocal, "Yes, I knew, that's why I didn't use it."

The gravity of his decision began to sink in, and I couldn't fathom his motives. I posed the question that lingered on my mind, "So, are you saying you want a child?"

His affirmative response"Yes, i want us to become parents layla." was met with my vehement opposition. "But Yusuf, I don't want a child right now. I want to complete my education, enjoy our life together. I'm not ready for this."

Yusuf attempted to comfort me, "okay okay, Calm down, Layla. I'll be more careful from now on." But I was too furious to accept his consolation and retreated to the bathroom, unwilling to engage in further discussion.