Shiddat

fifty seven

Rubab's pov

I woke up panicked, feeling a heavy weight on my body and hearing a loud voice.

"Are you guys insane?" I said, throwing a pillow in their direction.

They both started laughing like idiots.

"Argh, Dilan, Abira, who the hell wakes up this way ,early in the morning?" I complained.

"Early morning? Seriously?" they both asked in disbelief.

"It's 1 in the afternoon, Rubs," they said at the same time.

But as I came out of my trance of sleep, I felt uncomfortable because of my state.

My globe is bare, my hair is a mess, and without seeing, I can bet my body is full of his art: red, purple hickeys.

And the most uncomfortable thing is my vertical lips are dripping with his cum, but thankfully this gown is covering my forbidden place safely.

I try to cover my bare globe by adjusting the dress shoulder but stop upon seeing their reaction.

They both are in sheer shock and watching me with wide eyes.

"Rubs? Did he force himself on you?" Dilan asked, coming towards me and sitting beside me.

I looked towards her in shock.

"Are you stupid, Dilan? Why would he force himself on me?" I countered.

"Because of your state," they both said in unison.

"We... we just celebrated our anniversary last night," I mumbled, looking down.

Red crept up my cheeks.

"Really? Is he that rough? How could that old man be this rough?" Dilan asked bluntly.

My eyes widened upon hearing her.

"Dilan..." I whined when she slid my dress down from my shoulder, revealing my hickey-filled neck and chest. My cleavage was also showing because of the deep V-neck.

"Awww, why does it look like you had rough Love making  night like in my novels?" Abira mused, sitting beside Dilan.

"Can you both please stop teasing me?" I asked, adjusting my dress.

"Aww, someone really had a passionate night," Abira slurping and putting her head on my shoulder.

“Abira,” I whined, caging her in a hug.

“Happy anniversary, Rubs,” they both wished me and hugged me.

“Thank you so much,” I replied, kissing their heads.

“We are so happy to see you happy and glowing,” Dilan said, kissing my cheeks.

“Where are Afshaan and Shahram?” I asked.

“They have some work,” Abira answered.

“Come on, now freshen up quickly, we are going somewhere,” Dilan said.

“Where?” I asked, looking at her.

“Don’t ask, Rubs, she is such a bitch,” Abira said dramatically.

“What did you do this time, Dilan?” I asked, looking at her.

“Nothing much,” she replied, lying on the bed.

“Dilan,” I asked.

“She told Phupho that she is into women.” Abira’s words shocked me to the core.

“What? Are you insane, Dilan? Don’t you know how haram it is? Don’t you know the story of Qoum e Lut?” I shouted.

She rolled her eyes and sat beside me.