RIGHTFULLY YOUR'S

Part 26

Layla's pov :

I had experienced an overwhelming havoc over the past two days. The night when Yusuf reprimanded me for taking sleeping pills, I couldn't sleep without them due to the tension, yet Yusuf was right about the potential harm the pills could pose to our unborn child. For the last couple of days, I made it a point to sleep early to avoid encountering Yusuf when he came to my room at night. I didn't want to face him, nor did I want to confront my emotions in front of him without having resolved anything.

Yusuf's attempts to sexually manipulate me were becoming apparent. He seemed to believe that I was unaware, but I was resolute in not allowing myself to be manipulated. I refused to succumb to Yusuf's tactics, no matter how convincing they might seem. It was essential for me to regain control over the situation and not allow myself to be manipulated by Yusuf's actions or words.

His attempts to control me had left me feeling unsettled and distressed. I was determined to stand firm in my decisions and not let Yusuf have any power over my emotions. Despite the chaos and turmoil, I was resolute in my stance and didn't want to succumb to Yusuf's manipulative tactics, regardless of how much pressure or persuasion he tried to exert. I needed to maintain my strength and autonomy, asserting my independence and refusing to let his behavior dictate my responses or decisions.

I'm alone at the moment. Bhabhi left this morning and will return tomorrow morning. Being a lawyer, she often has to spend more time in her office. I was watching TV when the doorbell rang. I hoped it wouldn't be Yusuf, especially since I'm home alone, and I hoped that he wouldn't have received a message from bhabhi indicating my solitary presence. I switched off the TV and went to the door, and when I opened it, I found our neighbor, Burak, standing there. I greeted him, saying, "Hey, Burak, how are you?" He replied, "I came to check on you. Are you feeling alright?" I chuckled and responded, "Yes, I'm fine." Burak is a single parent; unfortunately, he lost his wife while giving birth, and his daughter is now only four years old, incredibly adorable, MashAllah.

Burak asked, "Do you need anything? If you do, just message me." I chuckled and replied, "Sure, I'll let you know if I need anything." But suddenly, my world turned upside down. In one moment, I was talking to Burak, and in the next, Yusuf pushed Burak aside, grabbed me from my waist, and closed the door before I could understand what was happening. Yusuf started kissing me, and when I tried to push him away, he held my hands in his, elevating the passion in his kiss to an entirely different level.

After an intense five-minute kiss, Yusuf allowed me to catch my breath and then said, "I warned you, Layla. That was your final warning." He then crushed his lips onto mine again, lifted me, and continued kissing as he brought me back to my room. The intensity and forcefulness of his actions left me shaken and bewildered, unable to comprehend the gravity of the situation. This intrusion into my personal space by Yusuf, and his forceful actions, have left me feeling a whirlwind of emotions and confusion.

When Yusuf and I entered my room, he continued kissing me persistently. I responded to his kisses, but I struggled to match his pace. Yusuf closed the door to my room and pinned me against the wall. My legs were wrapped around his waist. While still holding me, Yusuf broke the kiss and looked at me. Before I could comprehend, he removed my trousers. Simultaneously, he forcefully tore off my panties, entering me in one go. It was not the Yusuf I knew; usually, whenever we engaged in intercourse, he would calm me down first, kissing my entire body. However, this time was different, as Yusuf was giving me a punishment, for sending a divorce letter.

According to my understanding, I hadn't done anything wrong. Yusuf thrust into me uncontrollably. In front of us was a full-body mirror, and I could see how Yusuf remained fully clothed while I was only in my damaged shirt. I gazed at myself in the mirror, contemplating what I was doing. Honestly, I wanted this; I knew Yusuf wouldn't sign the divorce papers, and I would have to go through the legal process. Once our divorce happened, Yusuf would become a non-mahram for me. That's why, for one last time, I wanted to feel Yusuf. For one last time, I wanted Yusuf's lips to roam over my entire body.