This is the story of how my sister’s husband ended up fucking me raw in their guest room—and how, even now, I still can’t decide whether it was a terrible mistake or something he intended all along.The last time I had seen Zain, my sister’s longtime boyfriend—and now her husband—was on their wedding day, almost a year ago.After the wedding, I returned to university to finish my final year. It was one of the most demanding periods of my life. Between lectures, projects, exams, and the endless pressure of trying to graduate with good grades, I barely had time to breathe, let alone travel home for that one year.Still, Zain never stopped checking on me.He called regularly, sometimes just to ask whether I had eaten or if I needed anything. He had been there for my sister and me ever since we lost our parents. Over the years, he had slowly become more than just my sister’s boyfriend/husband. He was the closest thing I had to a father figure.In fact, I called him Dad.So when he failed
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