It was happening.

It was going to happen now.

Her biggest fear was coming true. But this time, it wasn't just about a one-night stand

anymore. She would have to spend many nights, countless nights, as many nights as he

would demand.

She was his mistress at last.

The contract had been signed.

When she was done praying her namaz, she had slept, and when her eyes opened, she found

him sitting on the sofa near the bed. His eyes were staring at the floor and his legs were

wide open, supporting both ...