"Adi, don't… don't run away from me. Come here," he said in a low but dangerously sharp voice.

I swallowed my fear and stepped back, trembling.

"Sameer, you're not in your senses—"

"I said come here!"

I tried to talk some sense into him, but he clenched his jaw and shouted again.

"No! I won’t! You're not in your senses! Just leave from here!" I yelled back.

But he strode toward me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him.

"Why are you making this difficult? I know you want the same," he whispered, his breath warm against my cheek. "I can see how you’re affected by me, just like I am by you."

He caressed my cheek, and I flinched away from his touch.

He was right. He did have an effect on me. But I wasn’t a cheap girl who would throw away her pride and Deen (faith) over attraction. I had already committed too many sins because of him—for this forbidden attraction… this haram (forbidden) love that grew every day in my heart for a man who was na-mehram (not permitted for closeness).

"No! Sameer, it’s wrong! I’m married, Sameer! It’s haram!" I screamed, trying to push him away. But he was far too strong for me to move.

"Let it be for one night. Then we will ask for forgiveness," he whispered into my ear, his lips brushing my skin, making me recoil in disgust.

"No!" I shook my head and continued struggling, but all my strength vanished when he suddenly crashed his lips onto mine. My eyes widened as a sharp bitterness hit me—he was drunk.

He kissed me like a madman.

There was nothing gentle.

Only force.

Only hunger.

Only torment.

I pushed him with all the strength I had, and thank God—he stumbled back. But what I did next… ruined my life.

I slapped him.

Hard.

The loud crack echoed in the room.

He stared at me, shock flickering into rage. His eyes turned red—burning. I froze, horrified by my own action.

"You slapped me?" he asked, his voice low and deadly. My stomach twisted painfully. My heart hammered inside my chest.

"Sameer… please… leave. Just leave," I begged, stepping back. But he walked toward me slowly—like a predator closing in on its prey.

There was no love in his eyes.

No mercy.

No humanity.

Only lust and rage.

Before I could react, his hand tangled violently in my hair, yanking me back.

"Now you have to pay for this."

With those words, he snatched the towel off me.

I screamed at the top of my lungs.

The next second, he threw me onto the bed and hovered over me, forcing his lips onto mine—stealing the air from my lungs.

And that’s when he ruined me.

He destroyed every piece of love I once held for him.

From that moment on, I made myself one promise:

I will never forgive him.