1st in spiritual on 14th August, 2018
1st in Pakistani on 6th August 2018
3rd in Pakistani on 9th July 2018
2nd in spiritual on 13th September
Jannat, a barely eighteen, timid girl living with her parents. They are not her biological parents though...
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It was 7 a.m. when Ibraheem gave up on sleep. He decided to take a long, cold shower to get his head cleared. Or cleaned. With soap.
He came out, nearly an hour later, freshly showered and a towel wrapped around his waist. He dropped the towel right before he turned and his gaze met Jannat, standing beside his bed her hand on her mouth and eyes wide open to see his state of undress.
"Fûck!" He wrapped the towel around him as quick as possible and yelled "What are you doing here?"
When he was decent, at least as decent as he could be with a tiny towel around his muscular body, he sae her hiding something behind her back, her pupils moving from side to side and face flushed red hot.
"What are you hiding? What's that?"
"N-nothing I was looking for a painkiller." She breathed out.
He strode towards his hands and when he was a foot away for her, his hands went behind her back to confiscate whatever she was hiding.
His came in contact with a piece of cloth when his phone pinged. It was sitting on the bedside table so it was in clear view of both of them when the message popped up : I want you right now.
Ibraheem jerked his head towards Jannat to see that she had overcame her sudden embarrassment to see him like that. Her eyebrows moved up down as he forced her hand to come between both of them and snatched the material from them.
Fuckkkkk! He thought. It was a piece of lingerie. And a particularly racy one at that .No, he wasn't a cross dresser. It was something his mistress had left behind and he planned to return it.
Ibraheem had always been a dirty bastard. He knew that. He had watched every kind of porn there is when he was younger, when he had just discovered it. Then he went abroad to study where he had numerous girlfriends. You could say was a ladies man. But now he didn't go to nay woman at all. They came to him whenever he allowed, at his one call.
His family, however, didn't know his history with -eh- women. And he intended to keep it that way.
"Fûck! Look Jannat I don't have a girlfriend. Okay? Don't go on telling this Maa." He said when she raised her eyebrows and smirked.
"Who's going to stop me? Hmm? I knew you had a girlfriend!" She ran, clutching the piece of lingerie from his hand, taunting him.
She didn't know where this confidence came from, she would normally die if she had to face an encounter like this one. But she liked this energy, this mischievousness.
Ibraheem ran after her, trying to catch her and the proof of his- bastardness?
He caught her finally when she jumped from his couch, his hand sliding across her T-shirt covered waist. The material was so thin that he could feel her skin against his skin. And suddenly, he became very aware of the details he had noticed last night. The details like how her chest moved from exertion and how her legs were only covered by shorts this time. The details that had kept him awake.
"You won't tell anyone anything. Got it? " He fixed a hard glare on her face.
Black clashed with brown. They stood there for a minute ,gazing at eachothers eyes. More like glaring, though.
"Okay" She breathed out and nodded timidly. She had, too, become aware of his state of undress. The hard planes of his body and the water still glistening along his chest. Her body was flush against him and her heart thundered.
"Good", he patted her head again, like a one would to a child. " Why don't you watch some TV or a movie. I'll get the breakfast ready". He went to the kitchen then.
Jannat nodded again. Reaching for the remote, she turned it on. Sudden sounds of moans filled the air. The remote fell from her hand as she covered the surprised whimper that escaped from her lips.
On hearing the sexual sounds, Ibraheem turned around and on the screen, was a naked woman and a man's dark head between her legs. He had forgotten to take the DVD out. Of course. "Fuck!"
He wanted to kill himself for the uncomfortableness he had caused as Jannat still stood wide eyed. Then ,suddenly like she came to her senses , she quickly turned the TV off and covered her eyes with one hand while the other covered her mouth and turned around.
Ibraheem sighed.It was a disaster and one more minute could cause more damage.
