Shiddat

sixty one

Authors pov

She woke up feeling sun rays on her face.

Opening her eyes, she closed them again due to the harsh sunlight and a bone-crushing headache.

She was about to turn to the left to avoid the sun rays when her body became alert to the touch of something soft and tiny.

She rubbed her eyes, but before she could open them, an uncomfortable hiss escaped her mouth.

Gazing at the cause of her discomfort, her eyes widened in shock.

The baby from the hotel was sucking her bare breast and possessively grabbing its twin.

She smiled at this and tried to remove her nipple from his mouth.

"It's milkless, baby," she cooed lovingly.

But Bulut, being Bulut, was not ready to leave her breast.

She looked like an ethereal beauty with her long honey brown hair spread on the bed, green eyes shining under the sun rays, and milky white skin glowing with pride under the sun rays and white duvet.

The golden rays of the morning gave a fairy-like look and ethereal beauty to her room.

But her smile faded away as horrible memories came crashing back.

She immediately felt as if millions of snakes were crawling on her body.

Panicked, she hurriedly stood up with teary eyes.

Bulut cried loudly at the removal of his food.

His cry was so loud that Taha rushed out of the bathroom, thinking he had fallen from the bed.

Alas, if he had known that Bulut was crying because he was taken away from his wife's breast, he would have given the child a reason to cry himself.

He stepped out wearing only his jeans because, before he could put on his shirt, Bulut's cry urged him to come out.

But what he witnessed made his blood boil.

He walked to her and opened his arms to cage her in his embrace, but her angry resistance shocked him.

"Jaana... why are you crying?" he asked, trying to grab her cheeks, but she turned her crying face sideways, leaving him helpless.

"Don't touch me, Taha," her words shocked him.

What are you saying, Biwi? he asked, controlling his anger.

After a hard silence, she spoke.

"I am sorry, Taha... but please don't touch me. I am not worthy of you," she hiccuped.

Bulut cried loudly upon hearing Rubab's cry.

But right now, for Taha, his zindagi is more important.

"He touched me, Taha... I am not pure like before," she broke down, crying with her hands around her knees and her face turned away from Taha.

Taha's blood boiled seeing her condition. He regretted not killing him earlier.

"Don't you dare say this. You are not impure, love," he said, caressing her cheeks, which she allowed.

"No... he tried to touch me in a way only permissible to you," she broke down again.

Tears made her face wet; her milky white skin turned red from crying.

Taha's anger reached Everest, but he controlled himself as he needed to console her now.

"Jaana... stop crying. See, this fitna is also crying with you," he said to lighten her mood.