"There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be..."
"This story is a gripping tale of desire , jealousy , and unforgettable characters as real as the emotions that bring them together"
This is a story about Khadija afrah and afaan...
Afrah's POV Waking up early always brings boredom, but every day comes with its own adventure.
I turned over to find Afaan still asleep, lying on his stomach, unconsciously sucking his lower lip. If someone had told me I'd be married to this guy, I'd have laughed and called them liars. But here I am, in Bora Bora, sharing a bed with him, wearing a see-through nightie, and admiring him as he slept. Ironic, isn't it?
Shaking off my thoughts, I got out of bed and moved to the balcony, where the most beautiful view awaited me. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow across the horizon. After snapping a picture to send to the girls' group chat.
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I went to freshen up in the bathroom, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and spent way too much time deciding what to wear. Rating my outfit and makeup a solid 10, I couldn't help but smile.
I crept back toward Afaan's side of the bed, grabbing a long feather from one of my hats. I gently tickled his nose. He scratched it, grunting in his sleep. I stifled a laugh and pushed the feather deeper into his nostril. Startled, he jumped up, and I quickly pretended to be asleep.
I could hear him breathe deeply before he got up and opened the bathroom door. I peeked, and there he was, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, shirtless, smirking at me.
"Babe, I didn't know people bathed and dressed in their sleep," he teased.
I opened one eye, and he let out a boyish laugh, his dimples in full view. Then he headed to the bathroom.
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**Afaan's POV:**
Afrah woke me up today in her usual playful manner. What she didn't know was that I had been awake before her, watching her sleep. There's something about her that makes me feel... unsettled. It's a strange but familiar feeling.
After showering, I wrapped a towel around my waist and draped another over my shoulder to dry my hair. I stepped out of the bathroom, and there she was, pretending to be fascinated by the wall.
"What the—" she gasped, quickly looking away when she saw me.
I raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Who told you it's acceptable to walk around half-naked like that?"
I laughed, shaking my head. "I'm wearing a towel, Afrah. There's nothing scandalous here."
She huffed. "Whatever. I'll be outside while you finish pretending to be an underwear model."
As she tried to walk past, I caught her by the waist, pulling her close. She froze.
"So, you think I'm hot?" I teased.
"You wish," she muttered, avoiding my gaze. Her body stiffened as I kissed her neck, and I could see her trying not to react. Smiling, I let her go and watched her leave the room, her walk catching my attention again.
