Epilogue

Four months later.

Rakia was surprised when Dashtan hugged her from behind. Her belly now looked bloated. She had just turned off the stove after the fried rice was finished. Dashtan kissed her earlobe, and it caused a slight sting that thrilled Rakia.

“Are you done?” asked Dashtan in a highly sensual tone.

“Why? You want to fuck me again?” guessed Rakia, which made her husband chuckle. Rakia rolled her eyes.

“We should do other things besides bed activities. Eat, walk, work, the world is big and beautiful and there are many things we can do.”

It wasn’t that Rakia didn’t want to, but they had done it repeatedly last night. Dashtan, who had just come from Dubai and left for three days, immediately asked for her nightly allotment.

“I’m away for three days, I’m a man, there’s a lot of temptation in Dubai,” Dashtan admitted. Rakia turned her body to face the man. She draped both arms around her husband’s neck.

“Where did you go while in Dubai? Did Razak take you to a place wh