As I slowly stirred awake, I realized that I was alone in my room. The sense of loneliness and emptiness that had plagued me since Shraf's arrival settled in once again. I tried to shake it off and get ready for the day, hoping that a change of scenery would lift my spirits.
With a heavy heart, I made my way to the beach, hoping to find solace in the gentle sound of the waves and the warmth of the sun. As I strolled along the sandy shore, my thoughts drifted to the events of the previous night. I couldn't deny the powerful pull that Shraf had on me, but I was equally determined to resist him.Lost in my own thoughts, I didn't notice the hours slipping away. I swam in the ocean, lounged on the beach, and read a book. As the sun began to set, I realized that Shraf had been absent the entire day.A sense of disappointment washed over me. I couldn't help but wonder where he was and what he was doing. But at the same time, a small part of me was relieved that I didn't have to face him again just yet. I decided to spend the rest of the evening alone, enjoying the tranquility of the beach and the beauty of the sunset.I watched as a group of kids ran and laughed on the beach, their shrieks of joy filling the air. My heart ached with a longing I couldn't explain. I had never had a childhood like this, never experienced the simple joys of running and playing carefree on a beach. My father had always groomed me to be perfect, to excel in everything I did and to never waste time on frivolous pursuits.But as I watched the kids, I realized that maybe there was more to life than just perfection and success. Maybe there was something to be said for enjoying the simple things in life, for embracing the childlike wonder that was so often lost in adulthood.I smiled as one of the kids, a little boy with sandy blonde hair, stumbled and fell in the sand. His friends rushed to help him up, their giggles and grins infectious. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy mixed with nostalgia. I wished I could have had a childhood like this, where the only worries were scraped knees and who got to be "it" in tag.But I couldn't dwell on what I missed out on. I had to focus on the present and what I could do with the time I had now. Maybe it was time to let go of the pressure to be perfect and allow myself to enjoy life, even if it meant getting a little sandy and silly in the process.I stood up and brushed the sand off my legs, determined to make the most of the day ahead. I walked along the beach, feeling the warm sun on my skin and the gentle breeze in my hair. Soon, it was time for the sunset.I sat on the beach, mesmerized by the breathtaking beauty of the sunset. The sky was painted with hues of orange, pink, and purple, creating a masterpiece that even the greatest artists would envy. As I watched the sun slowly dip below the horizon, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over me.For the first time in my life, I felt like I could breathe, like I could let go of all the weight I had been carrying on my shoulders for so long. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the cool breeze caressing my skin, and the warmth of the sun on my face - everything felt perfect in that moment.As the last rays of the sun disappeared behind the horizon, I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh. I thought about all the things that had brought me to this point, all the struggles and hardships I had endured, and all the sacrifices I had made.But for the first time, I realized that it was all worth it. I was alive, and I was free, and that was all that mattered. I smiled to myself, feeling grateful for the beauty that surrounded me and the peace that filled my heart.And as the stars began to twinkle in the sky, I whispered to myself, "Maybe, just maybe, life meant more than I thought it to be.".........I enter the villa, hoping to have a peaceful night after enjoying at the beach the entire evening butI could feel the atmosphere in the living room shift as soon as I walked in. Shraf was sitting on the sofa, his eyes fixed on me. I tried to ignore him and head to my room, but he blocked my way, his brooding presence looming over me."Where were you?" he asked, his voice low and menacing."It's none of your business," I retorted, trying to push past him. But he moved closer, his nose nearly touching mine."That's every bit of my business," he growled, his breath hot on my skin. I could smell the faint hint of alcohol on his breath, and it made me uneasy.I tried to step back, but he grabbed my wrist tightly, his grip almost painful. "Did you go on a little date with your new boyfriend?" he asked, a hint of disgust in his tone.I pulled my hand away, feeling a wave of anger and fear wash over me. "You have no right to ask me that," I said, my voice trembling.But he wasn't done yet. He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me close to him. "I have every right," he whispered in my ear, his shirt's top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his wide chest.I pushed him away, my heart racing with fear. This wasn't the Shraf I knew. He seemed dangerously possessive, like a predator stalking his prey."Why are you doing this?" I asked, tears streaming down my face.He just stared at me for a long moment, his eyes dark and intense. "Because I can." he said finally, his voice like a low growl.I sit on the couch, staring at the wall in front of me. My mind is racing, trying to comprehend what has just happened. The words that came out of Shraf's mouth still echo in my ears, ringing like a never-ending bell. I can't believe what he said to me. How could he do this to me? How could he be so cruel?I feel my heart rate increasing, my breathing becoming rapid and shallow. I try to calm myself down, but I can't seem to control my emotions. The tears start flowing down my face, and I can feel the panic rising inside me. I turn to Shraf, who is sitting next to me, staring at me with a blank expression on his face.I shout, my voice reverberating in the living room. "Why are you doing this to me? Why won't you just let me be?" But Shraf doesn't answer. He just stands there, looking at me with those deep, dark eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. I can feel my anger building up inside of me, like a volcano ready to erupt. I take a step closer to him, my hands balled up into fists.
I woke up the next morning, a sense of contentment still lingering in my bones from the night before. As I shifted in the bed, my eyes slowly focused on the figure next to me, my husband Shraf, sound asleep.It was a strange sight, one I hadn't seen in our five years of marriage. Shraf always left before dawn, never staying in bed with me for the entire night. But here he was, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath, his arm draped across my waist.I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in my heart. Despite the satisfying night we had shared, my mind couldn't stop wandering back to the love I still held for Shraf. It was like my heart had its own mind, still longing for a love that was lost.But as I lay there, feeling Shraf's warm breath on my neck, I couldn't deny the small glimmer of hope that fluttered in my chest. Maybe, just maybe, things could change between us. Maybe this was the start of a new chapter in our marriage.I turned my head to face Shraf, taking in t
As I sat across from Shraf, munching on my toast, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to the intimate moments we had shared on this very kitchen table just a few hours ago. The way his hands had explored every inch of my body, the soft whispers of our shared desires. It was a memory that made my cheeks flush with heat.But my thoughts were interrupted as Shraf's phone rang, pulling me back to reality. I watched as his expression shifted from relaxed to serious as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line."Uh-huh...Yes, I understand. Alright, I'll get to it right away." Shraf hung up and turned to me,"Eva, I need your help with an urgent file. Can you please take a look at these legal documents and make sure everything is in order?" Shraf said firmly, his voice indicating the urgency of the situation.I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Sure, Shraf. I'll get on it right away."We both got to work, scanning through the papers and double-checking every
Warning: Very Dark Mature Content AheadI slowly open my eyes, disoriented and confused. I can feel some restrains around my wrists, my ankles. My heart starts racing as I realize that I'm naked, and completely vulnerable.My eyes flicked around the room, taking in the dimly lit surroundings. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on everything. I could see the outlines of familiar objects, but they were distorted, almost surreal. My wrists were bound with soft, silky fabric, and my ankles were tied to the bedposts.The ropes dug into my skin, making me aware of every inch of my body. I tried to move, to free myself, but it was no use. My body was immobilized, trapped by the ropes.Then I saw Shraf, standing at the edge of the bed, watching me with dark eyes."Shraf, what's going on? Why am I tied up like this?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.He didn't answer me. Instead, he approached the bed, his eyes locked onto mine. My heart was beating so fas
Warning: Mature Content Ahead!!!I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Shraf's actions had confused and angered me, but there was no denying the intense physical attraction I felt towards him. And as I rested there, tied to the bed, part of me wanted him to come back and continue what we had started.Suddenly, the door opened and Shraf walked back in. He had changed into comfortable clothing and seemed relaxed as he approached me. His eyes darkened as he looked at my bound form, and a wicked grin spread across his face."Enjoying your little predicament, my dear?" he said, his voice heavy with amusement.I glared at him, still angry but also aroused by his words. The feeling of being restrained, under his control, was undeniably exciting."Let me go, Shraf. This isn't funny," I said, my voice laced with anger.But Shraf just laughed, walking over to the bed and running his hands over my body. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine despite my anger."I
Love is a strange emotion. It's known to be destructive, yet one can't prevent it from causing self-destruction. It begins as a subtle tickle and evolves into a colossal lump in your throat. You can't shake it off; you can't breathe, and the pain is relentless. Yet, despite it all, you don't let go. You linger there, suffocating, until every cell in your body surrenders.Last night was magical. Shraf had this dark side with him all along and I had no clue. I didn't know the person that was with me last night and I don't know the person sleeping beside me right now. He is so peaceful in his sleep, his long lashes casting a shadow on his gorgeous face , some of his jet black hair scattered on his forehead giving him a messy yet so handsome appearance. It was a strange contrast, to see him so gentle in his sleep after the intensity of his actions just hours ago. Conflicting emotions swirled inside me as I lay there, nestled against him. Part of me longed for the passion and pleasure he co
After Shraf was done, I felt completely wiped out, my body aching and exhausted. I slept like a log for the rest of the day, not waking up until it was already late in the evening. As I opened my eyes, I realized I was in a different bed. My hair was damp and clean, as if someone had taken the time to give me a bath and put me in fresh pajamas. Could it have been Shraf, my husband? The fact that there was no one else in the villa besides him seemed to confirm it, but I couldn't believe it. Shraf had never been the caring type, especially not towards me. The few times we've been intimate in the past few years, he definitely wasn't this attentive. It just doesn't add up. As I slowly got out of bed, I took a moment to survey the room. The only source of light came from a dimly lit lamp on the bedside table. Though my body felt refreshed after the bath, my mind was far from at ease. I couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that lingered in the air. Taking hesitant steps, I made my way
After enjoying the night, I said my goodbyes to my friends and walked towards the villa. As I caught sight of Shraf's tense shoulders and piercing gaze, my heart skipped a beat. His possessive and demanding tone sent shivers down my spine as he demanded, "Where were you?"I tried to brush him off, responding dismissively, "Out with friends."But Shraf wasn't willing to let me go so easily. He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer, his voice laced with a hint of anger. "Do you have any fucking idea how worried I was?!"I could feel the weight of his words bearing down on me. I tried to wriggle free from his grasp, but he held me tight. The tension in the air was palpable as we stood there, locked in a silent standoff.Shraf's eyes bore into mine, his expression unreadable. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on me. I knew that something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.As the silence stretched on, I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I k