Azmaish (Counting sins #1) COMING SOON

I barged into my room, bolted the door open and skipped toward the third door to the bathroom. The urge to stand under cold water multiplied the longer I breathed in the same room as her. She was dressed in a flimsy blouse and low-waist pants, I had never seen her dressed immodestly. She wore necklines that put nuns to shame. I had seen something that I wasn't meant to, it was undeniably sinful and made me regret why I stepped in there. I didn't want to but naturally, my left hand crawled south falling into the trap once again.

He left the room at the speed of a bullet train, just as quickly as he had appeared. He had never seen me in an attire like this, something so translucent, raunchy, and perhaps shameless even. I had an image to keep up, If my brother ever realized of this meeting, he would dig my grave with his own hands and still play besties with him. Deep inside I knew this wasn't a coincidence but a far-sighted plan executed by my friends. Waves of shame engulfed me in intervals with greater intensities as I realized how big of a role, I've played in this misconduct.