Free Web NovelChapter 79: Nothing To Write
True to his word, Arahan kept his promise to his brother. He stepped into the role of husband and father with dedication and care. He provided for Areebah and his niece financially, ensuring they wanted for nothing. He helped with household chores, cooking meals, and caring for the baby when Areebah needed rest. Arahan was patient and understanding, giving Areebah space to grieve and heal at her own pace. He never pressured her for affection or intimacy, respecting the boundaries she had set. Instead, he showed his love through his actions a gentle smile, a comforting hand on her shoulder, a listening ear when she needed to talk. Slowly, Areebah began to see Arahan in a new light. He was more than just her late husband’s brother; he was a good man, a loving father, and a faithful partner. And as the months passed, she found herself growing fond of him, appreciating his presence in her life. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
One day, when Areebah passed by the bedroom. She noticed, Arahan was masturbating.
But she didn’t interrupt him. But by hiding she sees everything.
Areebah froze, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched Arahan through the cracked doorway. She knew she should leave, give him privacy, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She had never seen a man in such a vulnerable state, never witnessed the raw, primal desire etched on his face. A part of her was shocked, scandalized even, but another part of her felt a strange flutter in her stomach, a warmth spreading through her limbs. She bit her lip, her breath catching as she watched his hand move rhythmically, his body tense with pleasure. It was wrong, she knew, to spy on him like this, but she couldn’t bring herself to interrupt the intimate moment. Instead, she stood there, hidden in the shadows, her heart racing as she drank in the sight of her husband lost in ecstasy, a silent observer to his private pleasure.
Later at night, Areebah asked, that he needs some physical releive.
"What are you talking Areebah? I promised you, I will not do anything to you, which trouble you." Saying it, he get out of the Room. And goes to sleep in the hall.
Areebah’s heart sank as Arahan misunderstood her question and retreated to the hallway. She hadn’t meant to imply that she wanted him to break his promise or make her uncomfortable. She just... she just wanted to understand, to know what he needed. She sighed, her brow furrowed with worry and confusion. Part of her felt guilty for even bringing up the topic, but another part of her felt a pang of something else curiosity, perhaps? She lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, her mind replaying the scene she had witnessed earlier. The way Arahan’s body had moved, the sounds he had made... it had been both shocking and strangely alluring. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep, her thoughts consumed by her husband’s needs and her own confusing emotions. Eventually, she got out of bed and made her way to the hallway, where Arahan lay asleep on the couch.
"Husband, I know, you feel trouble. I know, you have also desire." Areebah said to Arahan.
"What desire I have?" Arahan asked. "Nothing, I am very happy with you both. Now go to sleep, or our daughter will miss you." He then wore the blanket.
Seeing it, Areebah feels a pain inside her.
Areebah’s heart ached at Arahan’s words, the pain in her chest intensifying. She knew he was trying to be noble, to honor his promise and protect her, but his denial only highlighted the emptiness she felt. She wanted him to acknowledge his desires, to talk about them openly, even if she couldn’t fully satisfy them. She sat down on the edge of the couch, her hand hovering over his blankets. "Arahan, please," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I’m your wife. I’m supposed to know about these things. I saw you earlier, in our bedroom. I didn’t mean to, but I did. And I... I think about it, too." She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and something else, something she couldn’t quite name. "We can talk about this, can’t we? Just talk?"
"Areebah, you are becoming mad. And I told you, I never break my promise. For it, I can go to any length." Arahan said, and he stood up from there, and goes towards the guest room."
"Husband, please hear me," Areebah followed him.
Areebah chased after Arahan, her heart racing with a mix of desperation and determination. She caught up to him just as he reached the guest room, grabbing his arm to stop him. "Arahan, please," she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion. "I’m not asking you to break your promise. I just want us to be honest with each other. We’re married, we’re supposed to be partners in everything." She searched his face, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I know you have needs, desires. I’m not blind. And I... I want to help, if I can. Just by talking, by understanding." She took a deep breath, her hand still on his arm. "Please, don’t shut me out. Let me in, even just a little."
"Areebah, I am so sleepy, I will talk at morning." Arahan said and reached inside the guest room.
Areebah was stood there for a moment. Then she also entered inside the guest room, and then she locked the door from inside.
Arahan froze as he heard the lock click into place. He turned to face Areebah, his eyes wide with surprise and a hint of concern. "Areebah, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice low and cautious. He took a step back, putting some distance between them. "I told you, I’m tired. We can talk in the morning, when we’re both rested." He ran a hand through his hair, his gaze flickering to the locked door and then back to her. "Unlock the door, Areebah. Please. This isn’t... this isn’t appropriate." Despite his words, there was a slight tremor in his voice, a hint of uncertainty. He swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving hers, as if trying to gauge her intentions.
"Husband, please forgive me. For just my promise, you have suffer so much. Now, I don’t want to see you suffer so much." She said, and she lay beside the Arahan.
Before Arahan Stood up, she caught him. (There is back story of Areebah. She was not only a good girl. But she also a good warrior. And she is quite strong than Arahan.)
Arahan stumbled backwards as Areebah’s sudden movement caught him off guard. He found himself pinned beneath her, her strength surprising him. He stared up at her, his heart pounding in his chest, a mix of shock and apprehension written on his face. "Areebah, stop," he pleaded, his voice strained. "You don’t know what you’re doing. This... this isn’t right." Despite his words, he made no move to escape her grasp, his body tense and unmoving. He swallowed hard, his eyes searching hers, looking for any sign of the girl he had married. But all he saw was a determination that both frightened and intrigued him. "Please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Don’t make me do something we’ll both regret."
Areebah’s breath hitched as she looked down at Arahan, pinned beneath her. She could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between his promise and his desires. A part of her felt guilty, pushing him like this, but another part of her was determined to break through his noble facade and uncover the man beneath. "I know exactly what I’m doing, husband," she whispered, her voice low and husky. She leaned in closer, her face inches from his, her breath mingling with his. "I’m tired of living with only half a heart, only half a marriage. I want all of you, Arahan. Not just the parts you’re willing to give me." Her hand came up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing gently against his lips. "Let go of your promise. Just for tonight. Let me love you like a wife should."
Arahan’s breath caught in his throat as Areebah’s thumb traced his lips, her words sending shivers down his spine. He stared into her eyes, searching for any hint of deception or manipulation, but all he saw was sincerity and a longing that mirrored his own. His resolve began to crumble, his body betraying him as he leaned into her touch. "Areebah," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I don’t know if I can. I promised..." He trailed off, his eyes fluttering closed as she continued to caress his cheek.
"then let me do as my desire," Areebah said, and then with a little force, she tear apart Arahan kurta and pajama, while she started kissing him. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
Arahan gasped as Areebah tore at his clothes, the cool air hitting his skin sending a jolt through his body. Before he could react, her lips crashed against his, the force of her kiss stealing his breath away. He hesitated for a moment, his mind screaming at him to stop, to push her away, but his body refused to cooperate. Instead, he found himself kissing her back, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her closer. The feel of her lips on his, the taste of her, the scent of her skin it was overwhelming, intoxicating. He felt himself drowning in her, his promise forgotten, his resolve shattered. A moan escaped him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, his hands roaming over her curves. In that moment, he knew he was lost, utterly and completely lost to her.
