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
"Try to disobey me, Eva." The words ring in my ears as I fumingly barge into my room and slam the door closed. "How dare he?!" my mind screams out in anger. After five years of ignoring me, making me yearn for his minimum attention, now he decides to control my life! The more I think, the more I get angry on myself! Hot angry tears starts pouring out of my eyes, and I sob out loud. Why? Why can't I stop loving this man? Even after all this, I know I can never think of living without him. Can I be more pathetic? Sobs after sobs echo through the room as I collapse onto my bed, burying my face onto my pillow, The weight of grief and confusion engulfs me, leaving me mentally and physically drained. Eventually, exhaustion claims me, and I drift into an uneasy sleep, tear stains glistening on my cheeks.I wake up abruptly to the insistent ringing of my phone, the early morning light barely filtering through the window. I reached for my phone, and a message displayed on the screen fuels a
As my friends continued to enjoy the beach, I found myself lying under a shed with Shraf. The sun beat down on us, but the shade provided a welcome respite from the heat. I clutched my book tightly, trying to lose myself in the pages, but my mind kept wandering back to Shraf. He lounged beside me, his eyes fixed on me as I read. I could feel his gaze on me, and it made my skin prickle with awareness. Mark called out to us from a distance, offering to apply sunscreen to anyone who needed it. Sarah eagerly accepted, and Mark made his way over to her. After he was done he called, "Do anyone else need me to apply sunscreen on them?!" "I do" I shout, making Shraf glare at me, his otherwise expressionless eyes challenging me to go to Mark. "What? I just need some sunshine." I shrug, removing my shirt and revealing my bikini-clad body. Shraf's eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight before him. I could see the desire simmering in his gaze, and it made my heart race. I approach Mark, s
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the beach, my friends and I continued to enjoy the remaining hours of our day. We played beach volleyball, built sandcastles, and swam in the crystal-clear waters. But my mind kept wandering back to Shraf.I caught glimpses of him throughout the day, sitting distantly on his own with a book in hand. His eyes would sometimes linger on me as I played with my friends, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill run through me.But there was also an undeniable tension between us. I could still feel the heat of Shraf's touch on my skin, the way his fingers traced patterns on my body that left me breathless. Shraf's jealousy had been so palpable it felt like he was declaring his claim on me with his every touch.As we played in the water, Mark suddenly appeared and lifted me up, throwing me into the ocean with a loud laugh. I splashed around in the water, feeling the coolness of the sea against my skin. But as I emerged from th
As my eyes fluttered open, I felt a warm, wet sensation on my breast. I groaned softly as I saw Shraf, his mouth engulfing one of my nipples. I let out a soft moan as his tongue danced around the sensitive flesh. I couldn't help but feel a rush of pleasure as his lips moved from one breast to the other, leaving behind a trail of hickeys.As I lay there, half-asleep and completely at his mercy, I couldn't help but notice the look in his eyes, intensely focused on me as he worked his mouth around my breasts. I closed my eyes and let myself sink into the pleasure, enjoying the way his touch made my body come alive. When he finally released my breast with a pop, I felt a pang of disappointment, but he quickly made it up to me by kissing the hickey and then my mouth in a soft, lingering kiss.I look around to find us in our bedroom, surrounded by soft lighting and plush furnishings. I looked up at Shraf, who was still staring at me with that same intense gaze that always made my heart skip
15 Days....360 hours...21600 minutes....It doesn't sound like a lot of time, but I feel like I have felt every moment passing by me, passing through me. Life used to pretty simple for me in the past, I woke up for Shraf, took care of myself for Shraf, I lived for Shraf. I don't know what took over me once I reached Barbados, or what took over my husband. But it seems like the role has been reversed. The 'Eva' from before would have been overjoyed with the attention from Shraf that I'm receiving now. But at this moment, it's not bringing happiness; instead, it feels like a painful stab to my broken heart, suffocating me with unanswered questions. The clock ticks, each second resonating with the rhythm of my restless heart. The choices I make in the next 15 days will define where my life goes. I crave clarity, simple answers to the swirling questions in my mind, like a storm ready to engulf me.I closed my eyes, in an attempt to calm the raging voices in my head, try to think about a