The new bride, Fannerh, was brought to her marital home—a beautifully structured and perfectly arranged house. She lived on the same property as her in-laws, though her apartment was entirely separate from theirs. Everything was moving along smoothly and happily, and she had no issues with anyone. When it came to Sufyan and Afnerh, however, their relationship was flat and distant—neither warm nor hostile. They merely exchanged routine greetings. Sufyan would leave early in the morning and return late at night, while he and Khalid spent their days hidden away together, plotting their wicked schemes. No one had any idea what the two were actually up to.
Restless Hearts and Literary Escapes
Lubna lay across the middle of her massive royal bed, her eyes tightly shut as she pressed a hand against her chest. Ever since morning, she had been gripped by a lingering sense of dread and a pounding heart, though she couldn't fathom the reason behind it. She curled up tighter into herself, her mind drifting to her cousin—who had now officially become her husband. She couldn't help but wonder why he still hadn't made a real move on her. What did it mean? Did he simply not love her? When no answers came, she fell silent. Deep down, her heart and her body were yearning for something intimate, an unawakened desire she couldn't fully articulate. The extent of her intimacy with Fahad consisted of him pulling her close to his chest at night, gently running his fingers through her hair until sleep claimed him. Lately, she noticed that every single night, he would brew a cup of lemon tea, drink it down, and then toss and turn restlessly in bed. Whenever she asked him what was wrong, he would either stay silent or simply pull her back into his embrace until he drifted off. Sighing deeply, she picked up her phone and opened Wattpad to search for a book titled Sarauta.
(The author chimes in with a laugh: "I have to say, this title is unique, just like how it's going to feature as a special book of mine that is now fully completed! Its style is quite unique, similar to Juyayi and Jiddah. This one will have you crying until you completely run out of tears! 🤣")
When the title didn't yield immediate results, she typed in the author's name, Nimcyluv. A smile touched her lips as the name popped up, displaying a long list of books. Her finger randomly landed on a story titled SAI NA AURETA (I Must Marry Her). She began reading, finding herself smiling at the plot. She reached the part where the character M.T. was literally throwing up blood, desperately insisting that he must marry his sister—with whom he shared the exact same parents. Meanwhile, Diya was deeply involved with another man, and marriage talks were already underway. Panicking because the wedding was actually going to happen, M.T. made a dark, desperate resolve. Driven by sheer arrogance and a sense of entitlement, he stormed into Diya's apartment. He found her lying down wearing nothing but a towel. In a flash, he switched off the bedroom lights and lunged toward her. Lubna hissed in frustration to find the chapter ending right there on a cliffhanger. However, she was pleased to find the author's contact number listed, as it was a paid premium book. Without wasting a moment, she transferred 1,000 Naira to the account provided and was instantly added to the NIMCY VIP GROUP.
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A Sudden Turn of Events
She hadn't even finished reading when the call for the Isha prayer began to echo. She stood up, her heart pounding with a strange fear induced by the story. She took comfort in the thought that her "Boobyna" (Fahad) was gentle and harmless. She took a bath, performed her ablutions, and quickly dressed in a peach-colored mini-skirt that stopped at her thighs, pairing it with a cream, sleeveless top. Throwing a large hijab over her outfit, she stood up to pray, spending a long time in supplication to calm the anxious fluttering in her chest. Once finished, she stood up, sprayed herself generously with perfume, and sat down with her Hisnul Muslim (Fortress of the Muslim) booklet, reading the protective prayers while waiting for Fahad to return. At around 8:30 PM, Fahad walked into the house, visibly exhausted. He went straight to his bedroom, setting down a shopping bag filled with chocolates and meat he had bought for Lili. He took a quick shower, came out, and quickly dressed in a pair of three-quarter shorts, spraying himself with a striking cologne. Ever since morning, he had been fighting an overwhelming, rising urge, which was the sole reason he had stayed out so late. Without even putting on a shirt, he grabbed the treats he bought her and headed out. He paused in his living room, opened the small mini-fridge, and pulled out a small bottle of water. Unscrewing the cap without a second thought, he brought the bottle to his lips and chugged the entire thing until it was completely empty. Setting the bottle down, he closed his eyes as a wave of intense lethargy suddenly washed over him, accompanied by a heavy, irresistible drowsiness. His body felt completely drained. Slumping onto a long sofa nearby, the bag slipped from his hand as a deep, heavy sleep instantly claimed him.
Section 2: The Malicious Switch
Lubna had spent a long time scrolling through Instagram before finally standing up to go check his room. Just then, she heard Afnerh greeting her at the door. Smiling, she welcomed her in, and the two sat on the sofa chatting. Afnerh then handed her a bottle of juice. "I know this is your absolute favorite juice, which is why I brought it over for you." Delighted, Lubna accepted it gratefully. "Oh wow, thank you so much, sister! It’s like you knew I haven't put a single thing in my stomach since morning." Saying this, she popped the cap open, brought it to her lips, and gulped down more than half of it. Handing the remainder back to Afnerh, she said, "Here, you should have some too, sister." Afnerh took it and finished the rest, silently wondering why Sufyan had insisted she give the juice to Lili when he hadn't offered her any himself.
A Night of Horrors
Deep into the night, Lubna abruptly woke up, consumed by an intense, overpowering, and agonizing wave of physical desire. She began breathing heavily, her mind groaning in confusion as to what had driven her out of her own bedroom and landed her here. As she writhed in this state, she heard the door click open. She didn't even care to look and see who it was; she assumed no one would enter her room at such an hour except her husband. She squeezed her eyes shut as a sharp, painful ache throbbed in her lower abdomen. The bedroom lights were abruptly switched off, and heavy footsteps advanced toward her. The intruder climbed onto the bed, reaching out to pull her forcefully against his body. Sufyan felt a rush of malicious triumph and dark satisfaction wash through him; tonight, he would finally fulfill a desire he had harbored for a very long time. Adjusting Lubna's position, he began aggressively stripping her of her clothes. Lubna let out a ragged sigh, leaning into him at first, mistakenly feeling a momentary relief from the throbbing pain consuming her body. Her striking figure drove him absolutely wild—he hadn't anticipated just how beautiful she was. Driven by a frantic frenzy, he pinned her down beneath him. Suddenly, her entire body began to tremble violently as an overwhelming sense of wrongness washed over her. This was a completely foreign, terrifying sensation that she hadn't expected anytime soon. Realizing what was happening through her hazy, drug-induced state, she gasped out in panic:
"No... I don't want to!"
She shook her head violently, raining frantic blows down on his chest. Seeing her resistance, Sufyan quickly clamped his mouth over hers, ruthlessly cutting off her cries with a forceful kiss. In a crazed, chaotic state of lust, he forced his way through. The sudden, agonizing tear of pain made her bite down viciously on his lip. But he felt absolutely nothing. A sharp cry escaped them both simultaneously—her scream was one of pure agony, while his was a triumphant shout of twisted victory as he violated her. He began to ramble deliriously aloud:
"Oh god... yes... it's me, Sufyan... Oh my beautiful baby, you are incredible... If I hadn't had you tonight, I swear I would have died... Wow, Fahad, you are such a useless fool! You actually drank every single drop of the drugged water I prepared for you... Now I am the winner! I took Lubna's virginity... It’s me, Sufyan, the ultimate man! I told you I would claim her before you ever could..."
As he spoke, he let out a breathless, half-crazed laugh, pressing himself even harder against her.
Section 3: The Aftermath and Confrontation
Fahad startled awake from his heavy slumber, breathing heavily. He was deeply confused by how heavily he had slept, completely failing to check on his young wife. He stood up slowly, pressing a hand against his throbbing forehead, and headed toward his room as the early morning call to prayer began to echo in the distance. Just as he was about to step into his bedroom, the faint sound of muffled, agonizing weeping and the low grunting of a man caught his ear. His heart stopped dead in his chest. Squeezing his eyes shut, he frantically began reciting the names of Allah. His entire frame shook with a violent tremor, his chest heaving with a sudden, suffocating panic. With completely numb limbs, he forced himself into her small parlor, where the sound of the weeping grew louder and more desperate. He bolted toward her bedroom door, throwing it open and freezing on the threshold. Because the room was pitched in darkness, he scrambled blindly along the wall until his fingers found the light switch. He flipped it on.
"Innalillahi wa'inna ilaihir raji'un" (Surely to Allah we belong and to Him we shall return), was all he could manage to gasp aloud.
The sudden flood of bright light violently snapped Sufyan out of his euphoric haze. Flush with dark satisfaction, he pulled himself away, completely indifferent to the shattered state of the woman on the bed. He quickly pulled his jallabiya back over his body. Fahad collapsed heavily to his knees, closing his eyes as hot tears of bitter anguish began to spill over. A suffocating, burning pain flared in his chest, leaving him temporarily paralyzed, unable to lift so much as a finger. He simply invoked the names of Almighty God repeatedly until he finally found the strength to force his bloodshot eyes open to look at her. He violently averted his gaze, choking out, "Hasbunallahu wa ni'mal wakil, Astagfirullah" (Allah is sufficient for us and He is the best disposer of affairs; I seek forgiveness from Allah). More tears flowed as he reeled from the absolute, monstrous cruelty of Sufyan's actions. A dark, bitter smile formed on his lips. "Wait," Fahad’s voice cut through the air just as Sufyan was about to slip out of the room. Sufyan stopped, turning around with an insufferable, arrogant smirk. "I knew this heartbreak would be the very thing that sends you to an early grave. I am happier today than I have ever been in my entire life. Today, I fulfilled the deepest desire of my soul. I gave my body what it has yearned and dreamed for. I know this hurts, but my desire knows no bounds—and it didn't stop at a married woman, let alone the wife of my worst enemy. I told you, didn't I? I would be the first to taste her, and you can have whatever's left over." Rage and intense grief choked Fahad, rendering him temporarily speechless. For three agonizing minutes, he simply stood there before summoning an immense wave of stoic strength. He marched right up to Sufyan, looking him dead in the eye. "You may have succeeded in violating her, but know this: you have dug your own grave. The elders say if you dig a pit of malice for others, make sure you dig it exactly to your own height. Before you walk out of here, go pick up your own wife and get the hell out of my sight." Sufyan’s eyes snapped toward the bed. His jaw dropped as he stared at the figure curled up there, gasping for breath in a deep, exhausted sleep, her face completely stained with tears. It wasn't Lili. It was Afnerh.
"What?! Afnerh?! How did this happen? No! I swear I drugged and assaulted Lili, not my own wife!" Sufyan shrieked, his voice cracking in horror.
Fahad simply shrugged coldly. "I don't want to hear another word from you. Pick her up and get out of my wife's quarters. And remember this—our game has only just begun. I swear, you better watch your back, because my wrath is about to unleash on you, and I am not a man who loses his mind easily. You mindless, pathetic fool who doesn't respect the sanctity of marriage. Never forget that what goes around comes around. I swear to God, if I had known this was the kind of monster you were, I would have never allowed my sister to be married to you. Get lost, you piece of trash."
Section 4: Guilt, Comfort, and Retribution
Sufyan swallowed a bitter lump of pure shock and regret, glaring at Fahad. "I will never forgive you for this, and I will make you pay. But let me give you a warning to light your path before you find yourself in total darkness: I am not the only one who desires Lili. You better brace yourself, because the real game has only just begun." Saying this, he walked over to the bed, casting aside all shame, and lifted Afnerh into his arms as she remained dead to the world from exhaustion. Fahad watched them leave, then called after him coldly, "You might want to fetch some hot water and salt to tend to her, or better yet, find a doctor to stitch her up. We are medical professionals after all, it shouldn't be hard to find one. We’ve been protected by holy verses since we were in our mothers' wombs, so absolutely nothing will happen to me." Fahad slumped onto a stool, burying his face in his hands. His head spun violently, and his throat burned from the sheer volume of words forced out of him during this horrific dawn confrontation. He reeled at the reality of his own life—they had been married for nearly two weeks, and he hadn't so much as kissed his wife out of pure respect and tenderness, wanting to ensure she was ready for him. Yet a madman had just tried to steal what wasn't his. He knew that if his beloved "Sunshine" had been the one subjected to such horror, his heart would have literally given out from the sheer grief. He sat there for a long time, lost in a whirlwind of agonizing thoughts, before he began wondering where Lili actually was. He stood up and checked the bathroom, but she wasn't there. Panicking, he sprinted out of her section and rushed into his own quarters. He flipped on the lights in his small living room—empty. He frantically threw open his bedroom door and turned on the main lights. A massive, trembling sigh of relief escaped his chest. There she was, fast asleep right in the middle of his royal bed, curled tightly into a ball and clutching a pillow to her chest. The desperate way she clung to that pillow made it obvious she hadn't been able to sleep well on her own, a clear sign that she had become accustomed to sleeping beside someone whose presence brought her absolute peace and security. Moving with absolute gentleness, he walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down. He extended both arms, tenderly pulling her into his embrace. Lili let out a soft, sleepy sigh, pouting her lips slightly and murmuring in her sleep as if complaining about being disturbed. Fahad closed his eyes, feeling an intense, overwhelming wave of love and adoration for her wash through his entire being. He felt a fierce desire to literally split his chest open and hide her deep inside his heart away from the cruelties of the world. He could endure any twist of fate, but he could never, ever survive losing her. He reached out, gently wiping her cute lips which were wet with a bit of saliva. He softly caressed her hair, leaning down to whisper into her ear in a deeply melodic tone, "Wake up, my Nurul-hayat (light of my life), it is time for morning prayers." Her exhausted eyes fluttered open, landing directly on him. She quickly closed them again, feeling a lingering, dull ache in her lower stomach and a strange lethargy that had gripped her ever since she drank that juice. Pouting heavily, she whined, "Boobyna..." He gazed down at her with a dazed, completely captivated expression as she kept her eyes closed. Realizing time was ticking away, he gently nudged her. "Come on, up you get." He stepped into the bathroom, took a quick shower, brushed his teeth, and performed his ablution. By the time he came out, she stepped in. He quickly dressed in a fine jallabiya, smelling absolutely divine, as his signature morning cologne was incredibly unique. When she emerged from the bathroom, he immediately caught her and gently pulled one of his own smaller jallabiyas over her frame. She looked tiny in it, the fabric pooling loosely around her. Playfully pinching her nose, he teased, "Look at this little girl, so happy to be wearing her husband's clothes." She flashed him a wide, bright smile. He finished helping her get ready, neatly brushing out her hair, and then led her in prayer, knowing deep down he couldn't bring himself to leave her side to go to the mosque this morning. He spent a long time offering a beautiful, heartfelt prayer and reciting his morning Azkar. When they finished, he patted her head gently and told her to lie down and rest while he took care of something. He stepped out of the room, turning the key to lock the door from the outside for her safety, though he left a spare key for her right by the nightstand. He marched straight to Lili's bedroom. He stripped the stained bedsheets off the mattress and tossed them directly into the washing machine. Within a short time, he had cleaned and rearranged the entire room perfectly, determined to ensure Lili would never look at her space and deduce that something horrific had transpired there. Once finished, he returned to his bedroom. He found her sitting up, clutching her stomach. He removed his outer shirt, walked over, and swept her up into his arms, lifting her effortlessly to sit on his lap. Bringing his face close to hers, he murmured, "My little lady, what's wrong? Do you need something?" She stared into his eyes. There was definitely something her body felt a deep, confusing craving for, but she didn't understand what it was. Who would give it to her? Where would she find it? She simply shook her head, her voice trembling slightly as she asked, "Nothing... but what does 'little lady' mean?" He raised an eyebrow at her, completely unbothered by a filter, and teased, "A girl who doesn't have breasts yet." She pouted fiercely, defending herself. "But I do have them...!" She abruptly cut herself off, squeezing her eyes shut out of pure embarrassment at what she had been about to say. He let out a low laugh. "Oh really? You have them? Let me see then," he teased, playfully sliding his hand beneath the loose fabric of the jallabiya. She quickly grabbed his hand, a sudden, tingling sensation washing over her. She shook her head frantically. He stopped, simply enjoying the playful banter, and held her close. He closed his eyes, deep in thought about how to bring her ultimate happiness just like any other woman, yet worried about fulfilling his husbandly rights; he knew that given her innocence, she would find the intimacy overwhelming, as he knew the strength of his own desires better than anyone. As he was lost in these thoughts, he felt her small fingers gently tracing his crimson lips, her fingertip brushing against the inside of his mouth. He took a sharp, heavy breath as a powerful thrill shot through his entire body. Opening his eyes, his voice dropped to a thick, husky whisper. "Do you want this?" She nodded against his chest, driven by a deep, instinctual longing, completely innocent to the gravity of what she was asking for. He rolled over, shifting her beneath him as he hovered over her form. He slid an arm beneath her neck to support her head, bringing their faces so close they were breathing the same air. The raw, intense way she stared up at him made him shake his head with a soft smile. He reached out and gently covered her eyes with his hand, closing his own as well. Slowly, deliberately, he brought his mouth down to hers. With an incredibly breathtaking, masterful tenderness, he captured her upper lip within his own, while her lower lip slipped seamlessly into his mouth. Lili gasped softly as the sudden rush of intimacy took her breath away. He began to slowly, deeply suck her lips, tasting the sweet moisture of her mouth. She clung to him tightly, a sweeping sensation echoing through her veins. The plot of a popular novel she had read, IZZAR SO, flashed through her mind—the scene where the character Omehi kissed her husband, Prince Sudais. Driven by a sudden, unexpected instinct, she gripped his lips in return and began to eagerly suck them back.
A New Day and Rising Tensions
Wrapped in each other's embrace, completely consumed by their intense love and passion, sleep finally claimed them once again. They didn't wake up until 11:00 AM. Fahad was the first to open his eyes, a prayer of gratitude on his lips. Gently disengaging his mouth from hers, he pressed a tender kiss against her forehead, adjusted her pillow, and pulled the duvet up to cover her securely. He stepped into the bathroom, drew a hot bath, and took his time washing up and brushing his teeth, closing his eyes as a profound sense of happiness washed over him. Every movement he made reminded him of the lingering, sweet taste of her lips. When he finished, he dried himself off, blew-dried his hair, rubbed on a pleasantly scented lotion, and sprayed a layer of body spray. He walked over to the wardrobe and selected a stunning, high-quality cream-colored traditional fabric (Yadi). He dressed quickly; the cream fabric complemented his fair complexion beautifully, and the tailoring perfectly accentuated his athletic frame. It was a short-sleeved top that stopped right at his waist, paired with matching trousers. He slipped on a pair of sleek, black smart shoes, fastened his Apple Watch to his wrist, and popped his Bluetooth earpiece into his ear. After a final spray of premium Ohud perfume, he walked over to the bed, pressed a swift kiss to her sleeping face, and quietly left the room, locking the door behind him but ensuring her spare key was right on the nightstand. He went straight to his mother's quarters. Walking up to her, he greeted her warmly. Mama patted his head affectionately. "Welcome, my son. How is your morning? May the Almighty protect you always under His divine care." Smiling happily, he nodded. "My sweet Mama, I am craving some rice tuwo with bean soup, please. And some fresh zagula salad with nicely chopped tomatoes." Mama let out a chuckle, then playfully glared at him. "And where is your wife?" He simply rubbed his head sheepishly, offering no reply. He stood up, bidding her goodbye. As he turned to leave, Mama remembered something and called out, "Oh, I completely forgot to tell you—your sister Afnerh is quite ill. They just got back from the hospital earlier this morning, and Momma is over at their section right now tending to her. Will you go check on her?" He stiffened slightly, then replied evenly, "May God grant her healing." Without another word, he walked out, hopped into his car, and drove out of the compound, turning on a beautiful recitation of Surah Maryam in his melodious voice, reciting along with it all the way to the hospital.
Afnerh’s Suffering & Lili’s Afternoon
Afnerh was in terrible shape. Her body hadn't been physically prepared for the brutal assault Sufyan had subjected her to. She had required multiple stitches, and a raging, burning fever had completely taken over her body. Sufyan had faced a fierce torrent of rage and scolding from Momma, who ultimately packed up Afnerh’s things and moved her back to her own wing of the house to care for her. By some twist of divine fate, a deep sense of pity and a strange, protective affection for Afnerh began to take root in Sufyan's heart—she had profoundly surprised him. However, he refused to openly show that he cared for her until he achieved his ultimate goals. With those dark thoughts lingering, he too drove out of the house. Lili didn't wake up until around 12:00 PM. She rushed into the bathroom to shower, then went to her section to get ready. She dressed in a stunning green lace wrapper and top set that hugged her figure perfectly, making her look absolutely exquisite. She neatly styled her hair and tied her headscarf in an elegant, trendy knot. She applied a touch of baby lip gloss, which accentuated her naturally cute lips. Grabbing a matching veil to drape over her shoulders, she completed her look and headed out. She walked over to Mama's quarters, finding her in the middle of her afternoon (Zuhr) prayers. She waited patiently until Mama finished, then greeted her warmly. Mama subtly brushed off any serious talk, fetching some traditional honey blend and handing it to her. Without any hesitation, Lili drank it all down. Mama then handed her some sweet incense and told her to go lie down and rest. Lili stayed in Mama's quarters until the late afternoon (Asr) prayer. Afterward, the two of them went into the kitchen together. Working side by side, they prepared the rice tuwo with a rich bean soup packed with tender chicken. They also prepped the ingredients for the zagula salad, setting it aside so they could mix it fresh for Fahad the moment he returned.
The Climax in the Living Room
Fahad didn't return home until after he had observed the night (Isha) prayer. He walked in completely exhausted and slumped onto the living room sofa, famished. Mama immediately brought the entire spread out, placing it before him. He slid down from the sofa to sit cross-legged on the carpet, stretching his legs out to eat. Mama then bid him goodnight and retired to her bedroom. Just as he was about to dig into his food, Lili stepped out from their quarters. She was wearing a large, elegant hijab that suited her beautifully, and she smelled absolutely divine. Fahad’s eyes lit up with pure joy at the sight of her. He extended his arms toward her. Feeling a wave of sudden shyness, she approached him slowly, sitting down right beside him. "I hope my Lubna’s joy has returned fully under the peace and protection of the Almighty. How was your day?" He closed his eyes, soaking in the sweetness of her words. Raising an eyebrow playfully, he teased, "It was great, my little lady." Before she could even respond, the front door swung open and Sufyan walked into the living room. Seeing them sitting so closely together in the parlor, Sufyan sat down nearby, clearly intending to make them uncomfortable with his presence. Fahad let out a dark, knowing smirk. Deliberately ignoring the intrusion, he reached out, caught Lili, and pulled her forcefully against his chest. In a warm, teasing tone, he murmured, "Alright, since you insist you’re not a little lady, let me be the judge of that." Blushing furiously, she grabbed his hand, whining in a sweet, spoiled tone, "No! Please!" Fahad leaned his head down, playfully sticking out his tongue, and whispered, "Come on, take your sweet treat." As if she had been waiting for that exact cue, Lili leaned in, captured his tongue with her lips, and began to suck on it eagerly. Fahad closed his eyes, a violent surge of intense desire ripping through his veins, forcing himself to exert every ounce of control to stay steady. Sufyan watched the display, his blood boiling with pure, unadulterated jealousy. Unable to take it for another second, he slammed his fist violently against the parlor wall, letting out a furious, heavy breath. Without even stepping further into the house, he spun around and stormed right back outside into the night. The moment Sufyan slammed the door behind him, Fahad gently disengaged his mouth from Lili’s, his eyes completely darkened and heavy with passion. Lili slid down from his lap, gently serving his food onto a plate and pouring a glass of water from the jug. Fahad washed his hands, and together they began to eat, sharing a hearty, peaceful meal. Just as they finished, Mama walked back into the living room, carrying the freshly mixed zagula salad...
The Trap and the Betrayal
A Week Later...
The new bride, Fannerh, was brought to her marital home—a beautifully structured and perfectly arranged house. She lived on the same property as her in-laws, though her apartment was entirely separate from theirs. Everything was moving along smoothly and happily, and she had no issues with anyone.
When it came to Sufyan and Afnerh, however, their relationship was flat and distant—neither warm nor hostile. They merely exchanged routine greetings. Sufyan would leave early in the morning and return late at night, while he and Khalid spent their days hidden away together, plotting their wicked schemes. No one had any idea what the two were actually up to.
Restless Hearts and Literary Escapes
Lubna lay across the middle of her massive royal bed, her eyes tightly shut as she pressed a hand against her chest. Ever since morning, she had been gripped by a lingering sense of dread and a pounding heart, though she couldn't fathom the reason behind it. She curled up tighter into herself, her mind drifting to her cousin—who had now officially become her husband. She couldn't help but wonder why he still hadn't made a real move on her. What did it mean? Did he simply not love her?
When no answers came, she fell silent. Deep down, her heart and her body were yearning for something intimate, an unawakened desire she couldn't fully articulate. The extent of her intimacy with Fahad consisted of him pulling her close to his chest at night, gently running his fingers through her hair until sleep claimed him.
Lately, she noticed that every single night, he would brew a cup of lemon tea, drink it down, and then toss and turn restlessly in bed. Whenever she asked him what was wrong, he would either stay silent or simply pull her back into his embrace until he drifted off.
Sighing deeply, she picked up her phone and opened Wattpad to search for a book titled Sarauta.
When the title didn't yield immediate results, she typed in the author's name, Nimcyluv. A smile touched her lips as the name popped up, displaying a long list of books. Her finger randomly landed on a story titled SAI NA AURETA (I Must Marry Her). She began reading, finding herself smiling at the plot. She reached the part where the character M.T. was literally throwing up blood, desperately insisting that he must marry his sister—with whom he shared the exact same parents. Meanwhile, Diya was deeply involved with another man, and marriage talks were already underway.
Panicking because the wedding was actually going to happen, M.T. made a dark, desperate resolve. Driven by sheer arrogance and a sense of entitlement, he stormed into Diya's apartment. He found her lying down wearing nothing but a towel. In a flash, he switched off the bedroom lights and lunged toward her.
Lubna hissed in frustration to find the chapter ending right there on a cliffhanger. However, she was pleased to find the author's contact number listed, as it was a paid premium book. Without wasting a moment, she transferred 1,000 Naira to the account provided and was instantly added to the NIMCY VIP GROUP.
A Sudden Turn of Events
She hadn't even finished reading when the call for the Isha prayer began to echo. She stood up, her heart pounding with a strange fear induced by the story. She took comfort in the thought that her "Boobyna" (Fahad) was gentle and harmless.
She took a bath, performed her ablutions, and quickly dressed in a peach-colored mini-skirt that stopped at her thighs, pairing it with a cream, sleeveless top. Throwing a large hijab over her outfit, she stood up to pray, spending a long time in supplication to calm the anxious fluttering in her chest.
Once finished, she stood up, sprayed herself generously with perfume, and sat down with her Hisnul Muslim (Fortress of the Muslim) booklet, reading the protective prayers while waiting for Fahad to return.
At around 8:30 PM, Fahad walked into the house, visibly exhausted. He went straight to his bedroom, setting down a shopping bag filled with chocolates and meat he had bought for Lili. He took a quick shower, came out, and quickly dressed in a pair of three-quarter shorts, spraying himself with a striking cologne.
Ever since morning, he had been fighting an overwhelming, rising urge, which was the sole reason he had stayed out so late. Without even putting on a shirt, he grabbed the treats he bought her and headed out. He paused in his living room, opened the small mini-fridge, and pulled out a small bottle of water. Unscrewing the cap without a second thought, he brought the bottle to his lips and chugged the entire thing until it was completely empty.
Setting the bottle down, he closed his eyes as a wave of intense lethargy suddenly washed over him, accompanied by a heavy, irresistible drowsiness. His body felt completely drained. Slumping onto a long sofa nearby, the bag slipped from his hand as a deep, heavy sleep instantly claimed him.
Section 2: The Malicious Switch
Lubna had spent a long time scrolling through Instagram before finally standing up to go check his room. Just then, she heard Afnerh greeting her at the door. Smiling, she welcomed her in, and the two sat on the sofa chatting.
Afnerh then handed her a bottle of juice. "I know this is your absolute favorite juice, which is why I brought it over for you."
Delighted, Lubna accepted it gratefully. "Oh wow, thank you so much, sister! It’s like you knew I haven't put a single thing in my stomach since morning."
Saying this, she popped the cap open, brought it to her lips, and gulped down more than half of it. Handing the remainder back to Afnerh, she said, "Here, you should have some too, sister." Afnerh took it and finished the rest, silently wondering why Sufyan had insisted she give the juice to Lili when he hadn't offered her any himself.
A Night of Horrors
Deep into the night, Lubna abruptly woke up, consumed by an intense, overpowering, and agonizing wave of physical desire. She began breathing heavily, her mind groaning in confusion as to what had driven her out of her own bedroom and landed her here.
As she writhed in this state, she heard the door click open. She didn't even care to look and see who it was; she assumed no one would enter her room at such an hour except her husband. She squeezed her eyes shut as a sharp, painful ache throbbed in her lower abdomen.
The bedroom lights were abruptly switched off, and heavy footsteps advanced toward her. The intruder climbed onto the bed, reaching out to pull her forcefully against his body.
Sufyan felt a rush of malicious triumph and dark satisfaction wash through him; tonight, he would finally fulfill a desire he had harbored for a very long time. Adjusting Lubna's position, he began aggressively stripping her of her clothes.
Lubna let out a ragged sigh, leaning into him at first, mistakenly feeling a momentary relief from the throbbing pain consuming her body. Her striking figure drove him absolutely wild—he hadn't anticipated just how beautiful she was. Driven by a frantic frenzy, he pinned her down beneath him.
Suddenly, her entire body began to tremble violently as an overwhelming sense of wrongness washed over her. This was a completely foreign, terrifying sensation that she hadn't expected anytime soon. Realizing what was happening through her hazy, drug-induced state, she gasped out in panic:
She shook her head violently, raining frantic blows down on his chest. Seeing her resistance, Sufyan quickly clamped his mouth over hers, ruthlessly cutting off her cries with a forceful kiss. In a crazed, chaotic state of lust, he forced his way through.
The sudden, agonizing tear of pain made her bite down viciously on his lip. But he felt absolutely nothing. A sharp cry escaped them both simultaneously—her scream was one of pure agony, while his was a triumphant shout of twisted victory as he violated her.
He began to ramble deliriously aloud:
As he spoke, he let out a breathless, half-crazed laugh, pressing himself even harder against her.
Section 3: The Aftermath and Confrontation
Fahad startled awake from his heavy slumber, breathing heavily. He was deeply confused by how heavily he had slept, completely failing to check on his young wife. He stood up slowly, pressing a hand against his throbbing forehead, and headed toward his room as the early morning call to prayer began to echo in the distance.
Just as he was about to step into his bedroom, the faint sound of muffled, agonizing weeping and the low grunting of a man caught his ear. His heart stopped dead in his chest.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he frantically began reciting the names of Allah. His entire frame shook with a violent tremor, his chest heaving with a sudden, suffocating panic. With completely numb limbs, he forced himself into her small parlor, where the sound of the weeping grew louder and more desperate.
He bolted toward her bedroom door, throwing it open and freezing on the threshold. Because the room was pitched in darkness, he scrambled blindly along the wall until his fingers found the light switch. He flipped it on.
The sudden flood of bright light violently snapped Sufyan out of his euphoric haze. Flush with dark satisfaction, he pulled himself away, completely indifferent to the shattered state of the woman on the bed. He quickly pulled his jallabiya back over his body.
Fahad collapsed heavily to his knees, closing his eyes as hot tears of bitter anguish began to spill over. A suffocating, burning pain flared in his chest, leaving him temporarily paralyzed, unable to lift so much as a finger. He simply invoked the names of Almighty God repeatedly until he finally found the strength to force his bloodshot eyes open to look at her.
He violently averted his gaze, choking out, "Hasbunallahu wa ni'mal wakil, Astagfirullah" (Allah is sufficient for us and He is the best disposer of affairs; I seek forgiveness from Allah). More tears flowed as he reeled from the absolute, monstrous cruelty of Sufyan's actions. A dark, bitter smile formed on his lips.
"Wait," Fahad’s voice cut through the air just as Sufyan was about to slip out of the room.
Sufyan stopped, turning around with an insufferable, arrogant smirk. "I knew this heartbreak would be the very thing that sends you to an early grave. I am happier today than I have ever been in my entire life. Today, I fulfilled the deepest desire of my soul. I gave my body what it has yearned and dreamed for. I know this hurts, but my desire knows no bounds—and it didn't stop at a married woman, let alone the wife of my worst enemy. I told you, didn't I? I would be the first to taste her, and you can have whatever's left over."
Rage and intense grief choked Fahad, rendering him temporarily speechless. For three agonizing minutes, he simply stood there before summoning an immense wave of stoic strength. He marched right up to Sufyan, looking him dead in the eye.
"You may have succeeded in violating her, but know this: you have dug your own grave. The elders say if you dig a pit of malice for others, make sure you dig it exactly to your own height. Before you walk out of here, go pick up your own wife and get the hell out of my sight."
Sufyan’s eyes snapped toward the bed. His jaw dropped as he stared at the figure curled up there, gasping for breath in a deep, exhausted sleep, her face completely stained with tears. It wasn't Lili. It was Afnerh.
Fahad simply shrugged coldly. "I don't want to hear another word from you. Pick her up and get out of my wife's quarters. And remember this—our game has only just begun. I swear, you better watch your back, because my wrath is about to unleash on you, and I am not a man who loses his mind easily. You mindless, pathetic fool who doesn't respect the sanctity of marriage. Never forget that what goes around comes around. I swear to God, if I had known this was the kind of monster you were, I would have never allowed my sister to be married to you. Get lost, you piece of trash."
Section 4: Guilt, Comfort, and Retribution
Sufyan swallowed a bitter lump of pure shock and regret, glaring at Fahad. "I will never forgive you for this, and I will make you pay. But let me give you a warning to light your path before you find yourself in total darkness: I am not the only one who desires Lili. You better brace yourself, because the real game has only just begun."
Saying this, he walked over to the bed, casting aside all shame, and lifted Afnerh into his arms as she remained dead to the world from exhaustion.
Fahad watched them leave, then called after him coldly, "You might want to fetch some hot water and salt to tend to her, or better yet, find a doctor to stitch her up. We are medical professionals after all, it shouldn't be hard to find one. We’ve been protected by holy verses since we were in our mothers' wombs, so absolutely nothing will happen to me."
Fahad slumped onto a stool, burying his face in his hands. His head spun violently, and his throat burned from the sheer volume of words forced out of him during this horrific dawn confrontation. He reeled at the reality of his own life—they had been married for nearly two weeks, and he hadn't so much as kissed his wife out of pure respect and tenderness, wanting to ensure she was ready for him. Yet a madman had just tried to steal what wasn't his. He knew that if his beloved "Sunshine" had been the one subjected to such horror, his heart would have literally given out from the sheer grief.
He sat there for a long time, lost in a whirlwind of agonizing thoughts, before he began wondering where Lili actually was. He stood up and checked the bathroom, but she wasn't there. Panicking, he sprinted out of her section and rushed into his own quarters. He flipped on the lights in his small living room—empty. He frantically threw open his bedroom door and turned on the main lights.
A massive, trembling sigh of relief escaped his chest. There she was, fast asleep right in the middle of his royal bed, curled tightly into a ball and clutching a pillow to her chest. The desperate way she clung to that pillow made it obvious she hadn't been able to sleep well on her own, a clear sign that she had become accustomed to sleeping beside someone whose presence brought her absolute peace and security.
Moving with absolute gentleness, he walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down. He extended both arms, tenderly pulling her into his embrace.
Lili let out a soft, sleepy sigh, pouting her lips slightly and murmuring in her sleep as if complaining about being disturbed. Fahad closed his eyes, feeling an intense, overwhelming wave of love and adoration for her wash through his entire being. He felt a fierce desire to literally split his chest open and hide her deep inside his heart away from the cruelties of the world. He could endure any twist of fate, but he could never, ever survive losing her.
He reached out, gently wiping her cute lips which were wet with a bit of saliva. He softly caressed her hair, leaning down to whisper into her ear in a deeply melodic tone, "Wake up, my Nurul-hayat (light of my life), it is time for morning prayers."
Her exhausted eyes fluttered open, landing directly on him. She quickly closed them again, feeling a lingering, dull ache in her lower stomach and a strange lethargy that had gripped her ever since she drank that juice.
Pouting heavily, she whined, "Boobyna..."
He gazed down at her with a dazed, completely captivated expression as she kept her eyes closed. Realizing time was ticking away, he gently nudged her. "Come on, up you get."
He stepped into the bathroom, took a quick shower, brushed his teeth, and performed his ablution. By the time he came out, she stepped in. He quickly dressed in a fine jallabiya, smelling absolutely divine, as his signature morning cologne was incredibly unique.
When she emerged from the bathroom, he immediately caught her and gently pulled one of his own smaller jallabiyas over her frame. She looked tiny in it, the fabric pooling loosely around her.
Playfully pinching her nose, he teased, "Look at this little girl, so happy to be wearing her husband's clothes."
She flashed him a wide, bright smile. He finished helping her get ready, neatly brushing out her hair, and then led her in prayer, knowing deep down he couldn't bring himself to leave her side to go to the mosque this morning. He spent a long time offering a beautiful, heartfelt prayer and reciting his morning Azkar.
When they finished, he patted her head gently and told her to lie down and rest while he took care of something. He stepped out of the room, turning the key to lock the door from the outside for her safety, though he left a spare key for her right by the nightstand.
He marched straight to Lili's bedroom. He stripped the stained bedsheets off the mattress and tossed them directly into the washing machine. Within a short time, he had cleaned and rearranged the entire room perfectly, determined to ensure Lili would never look at her space and deduce that something horrific had transpired there.
Once finished, he returned to his bedroom. He found her sitting up, clutching her stomach. He removed his outer shirt, walked over, and swept her up into his arms, lifting her effortlessly to sit on his lap. Bringing his face close to hers, he murmured, "My little lady, what's wrong? Do you need something?"
She stared into his eyes. There was definitely something her body felt a deep, confusing craving for, but she didn't understand what it was. Who would give it to her? Where would she find it?
She simply shook her head, her voice trembling slightly as she asked, "Nothing... but what does 'little lady' mean?"
He raised an eyebrow at her, completely unbothered by a filter, and teased, "A girl who doesn't have breasts yet."
She pouted fiercely, defending herself. "But I do have them...!" She abruptly cut herself off, squeezing her eyes shut out of pure embarrassment at what she had been about to say.
He let out a low laugh. "Oh really? You have them? Let me see then," he teased, playfully sliding his hand beneath the loose fabric of the jallabiya.
She quickly grabbed his hand, a sudden, tingling sensation washing over her. She shook her head frantically. He stopped, simply enjoying the playful banter, and held her close. He closed his eyes, deep in thought about how to bring her ultimate happiness just like any other woman, yet worried about fulfilling his husbandly rights; he knew that given her innocence, she would find the intimacy overwhelming, as he knew the strength of his own desires better than anyone.
As he was lost in these thoughts, he felt her small fingers gently tracing his crimson lips, her fingertip brushing against the inside of his mouth. He took a sharp, heavy breath as a powerful thrill shot through his entire body.
Opening his eyes, his voice dropped to a thick, husky whisper. "Do you want this?"
She nodded against his chest, driven by a deep, instinctual longing, completely innocent to the gravity of what she was asking for. He rolled over, shifting her beneath him as he hovered over her form. He slid an arm beneath her neck to support her head, bringing their faces so close they were breathing the same air.
The raw, intense way she stared up at him made him shake his head with a soft smile. He reached out and gently covered her eyes with his hand, closing his own as well. Slowly, deliberately, he brought his mouth down to hers.
With an incredibly breathtaking, masterful tenderness, he captured her upper lip within his own, while her lower lip slipped seamlessly into his mouth. Lili gasped softly as the sudden rush of intimacy took her breath away. He began to slowly, deeply suck her lips, tasting the sweet moisture of her mouth. She clung to him tightly, a sweeping sensation echoing through her veins.
The plot of a popular novel she had read, IZZAR SO, flashed through her mind—the scene where the character Omehi kissed her husband, Prince Sudais. Driven by a sudden, unexpected instinct, she gripped his lips in return and began to eagerly suck them back.
A New Day and Rising Tensions
Wrapped in each other's embrace, completely consumed by their intense love and passion, sleep finally claimed them once again. They didn't wake up until 11:00 AM.
Fahad was the first to open his eyes, a prayer of gratitude on his lips. Gently disengaging his mouth from hers, he pressed a tender kiss against her forehead, adjusted her pillow, and pulled the duvet up to cover her securely.
He stepped into the bathroom, drew a hot bath, and took his time washing up and brushing his teeth, closing his eyes as a profound sense of happiness washed over him. Every movement he made reminded him of the lingering, sweet taste of her lips.
When he finished, he dried himself off, blew-dried his hair, rubbed on a pleasantly scented lotion, and sprayed a layer of body spray. He walked over to the wardrobe and selected a stunning, high-quality cream-colored traditional fabric (Yadi). He dressed quickly; the cream fabric complemented his fair complexion beautifully, and the tailoring perfectly accentuated his athletic frame. It was a short-sleeved top that stopped right at his waist, paired with matching trousers.
He slipped on a pair of sleek, black smart shoes, fastened his Apple Watch to his wrist, and popped his Bluetooth earpiece into his ear. After a final spray of premium Ohud perfume, he walked over to the bed, pressed a swift kiss to her sleeping face, and quietly left the room, locking the door behind him but ensuring her spare key was right on the nightstand.
He went straight to his mother's quarters. Walking up to her, he greeted her warmly.
Mama patted his head affectionately. "Welcome, my son. How is your morning? May the Almighty protect you always under His divine care."
Smiling happily, he nodded. "My sweet Mama, I am craving some rice tuwo with bean soup, please. And some fresh zagula salad with nicely chopped tomatoes."
Mama let out a chuckle, then playfully glared at him. "And where is your wife?"
He simply rubbed his head sheepishly, offering no reply. He stood up, bidding her goodbye. As he turned to leave, Mama remembered something and called out, "Oh, I completely forgot to tell you—your sister Afnerh is quite ill. They just got back from the hospital earlier this morning, and Momma is over at their section right now tending to her. Will you go check on her?"
He stiffened slightly, then replied evenly, "May God grant her healing." Without another word, he walked out, hopped into his car, and drove out of the compound, turning on a beautiful recitation of Surah Maryam in his melodious voice, reciting along with it all the way to the hospital.
Afnerh’s Suffering & Lili’s Afternoon
Afnerh was in terrible shape. Her body hadn't been physically prepared for the brutal assault Sufyan had subjected her to. She had required multiple stitches, and a raging, burning fever had completely taken over her body.
Sufyan had faced a fierce torrent of rage and scolding from Momma, who ultimately packed up Afnerh’s things and moved her back to her own wing of the house to care for her. By some twist of divine fate, a deep sense of pity and a strange, protective affection for Afnerh began to take root in Sufyan's heart—she had profoundly surprised him. However, he refused to openly show that he cared for her until he achieved his ultimate goals. With those dark thoughts lingering, he too drove out of the house.
Lili didn't wake up until around 12:00 PM. She rushed into the bathroom to shower, then went to her section to get ready. She dressed in a stunning green lace wrapper and top set that hugged her figure perfectly, making her look absolutely exquisite.
She neatly styled her hair and tied her headscarf in an elegant, trendy knot. She applied a touch of baby lip gloss, which accentuated her naturally cute lips. Grabbing a matching veil to drape over her shoulders, she completed her look and headed out.
She walked over to Mama's quarters, finding her in the middle of her afternoon (Zuhr) prayers. She waited patiently until Mama finished, then greeted her warmly.
Mama subtly brushed off any serious talk, fetching some traditional honey blend and handing it to her. Without any hesitation, Lili drank it all down. Mama then handed her some sweet incense and told her to go lie down and rest.
Lili stayed in Mama's quarters until the late afternoon (Asr) prayer. Afterward, the two of them went into the kitchen together. Working side by side, they prepared the rice tuwo with a rich bean soup packed with tender chicken. They also prepped the ingredients for the zagula salad, setting it aside so they could mix it fresh for Fahad the moment he returned.
The Climax in the Living Room
Fahad didn't return home until after he had observed the night (Isha) prayer. He walked in completely exhausted and slumped onto the living room sofa, famished.
Mama immediately brought the entire spread out, placing it before him. He slid down from the sofa to sit cross-legged on the carpet, stretching his legs out to eat. Mama then bid him goodnight and retired to her bedroom.
Just as he was about to dig into his food, Lili stepped out from their quarters. She was wearing a large, elegant hijab that suited her beautifully, and she smelled absolutely divine.
Fahad’s eyes lit up with pure joy at the sight of her. He extended his arms toward her. Feeling a wave of sudden shyness, she approached him slowly, sitting down right beside him. "I hope my Lubna’s joy has returned fully under the peace and protection of the Almighty. How was your day?"
He closed his eyes, soaking in the sweetness of her words. Raising an eyebrow playfully, he teased, "It was great, my little lady."
Before she could even respond, the front door swung open and Sufyan walked into the living room. Seeing them sitting so closely together in the parlor, Sufyan sat down nearby, clearly intending to make them uncomfortable with his presence.
Fahad let out a dark, knowing smirk. Deliberately ignoring the intrusion, he reached out, caught Lili, and pulled her forcefully against his chest. In a warm, teasing tone, he murmured, "Alright, since you insist you’re not a little lady, let me be the judge of that."
Blushing furiously, she grabbed his hand, whining in a sweet, spoiled tone, "No! Please!"
Fahad leaned his head down, playfully sticking out his tongue, and whispered, "Come on, take your sweet treat."
As if she had been waiting for that exact cue, Lili leaned in, captured his tongue with her lips, and began to suck on it eagerly.
Fahad closed his eyes, a violent surge of intense desire ripping through his veins, forcing himself to exert every ounce of control to stay steady.
Sufyan watched the display, his blood boiling with pure, unadulterated jealousy. Unable to take it for another second, he slammed his fist violently against the parlor wall, letting out a furious, heavy breath. Without even stepping further into the house, he spun around and stormed right back outside into the night.
The moment Sufyan slammed the door behind him, Fahad gently disengaged his mouth from Lili’s, his eyes completely darkened and heavy with passion.
Lili slid down from his lap, gently serving his food onto a plate and pouring a glass of water from the jug. Fahad washed his hands, and together they began to eat, sharing a hearty, peaceful meal. Just as they finished, Mama walked back into the living room, carrying the freshly mixed zagula salad...