16-09-2024, 06:51 PM
Sohail pov:
**Scene: Sohail’s Evening with Friends**
Sohail sat at a bar with his friends, nursing a drink as they chatted. The conversation had drifted to more serious topics, and as the night wore on, they began discussing relationships and infidelity.
One of Sohail’s friends, Ali, leaned in with a serious expression. “You know, I’ve heard that if a girl’s had a lot of past relationships, she’s more likely to cheat. Like, they get used to the thrill and can’t stay committed.”
Sohail, still reeling from his earlier date with Afrah, felt a twinge of discomfort. He had noticed how bored Afrah seemed during their time together, and the thought of her being uninterested bothered him deeply.
Another friend, Javed, chimed in. “Yeah, like that relative of mine. His wife was always so perfect, but then he found out she’d been seeing her college boyfriend on the side and the worst part was her bf was from **** comunity. Now a days it is hard to trust girls especially with college education and job where they intermingle with men of different communities. The only seems pious from outside but have haram relationship with*** men.
Sohail’s mind raced. Afrah’s past was something he had brushed aside before, but these comments made him question his assumptions. He looked at his drink, trying to push away the rising insecurity.
He forced a chuckle. “Well, I suppose you’ve got to be cautious. You never really know what’s going on.”
Ali patted him on the back. “Exactly. It’s better to be aware of the signs. If things don’t feel right, trust your instincts.”
Sohail nodded, though his thoughts were miles away, dwelling on Afrah’s behavior and the unsettling comments he had just heard. He tried to shake off the unease, but it lingered, gnawing at him as the night progressed.
**Scene Transition: Sohail’s Inner Turmoil**
Back in his apartment, Sohail lay in bed, the shadows of the room elongating as the night deepened. His mind churned with the troubling comments from his friends. The room felt oppressive, the silence magnifying his growing anxiety.
As he stared at the ceiling, his thoughts drifted back to his college days. He remembered Hiba, a girl he had once admired deeply. She had been the epitome of modesty—always dressed conservatively, spoke softly, and carried an air of innocence. Sohail had harbored feelings for her, doing everything he could to be around her, hoping she might one day reciprocate.
One day, gathering his courage, he sought her out to confess his feelings. When she didn’t answer her phone, he searched the campus, finally hearing that she had gone towards the abandoned building. An uneasy feeling gripped him, rumors about the place swirling in his mind. It was known for dubious activities, and his worst fears were realized when he found her there, with two men now he remembered that the men were from different community than their.
The scene replayed in his mind: Hiba, who he had seen as pure and unattainable, was with those men, her demeanor far removed from the demure image he had cherished. It was a moment that shattered his idealization of her and planted the seeds of insecurity.
Now, the echo of that past betrayal gnawed at him, resurfacing as he thought about Afrah. He found himself comparing Hiba’s behavior with Afrah’s perceived disinterest. The same gnawing worry began to seep in—was Afrah merely hiding her true nature, just as he had seen with Hiba?
The paranoia tightened around him like a vice. He began to question Afrah’s actions, wondering if there were hidden layers to her past that he had yet to uncover. Every little thing, from her distracted demeanor on their dates to the way she reacted to Vishal, now seemed like potential signs of infidelity.
Sohail tossed and turned, trying to shake off the haunting memories. The shadows in his room seemed to mock him, the quiet night amplifying his fears. He couldn’t escape the unsettling feeling that history might be repeating itself, and that his trust might be misplaced once again.
Sohail’s Dream
The room was dimly lit, a heavy silence pressing down on Sohail as he fell into a restless sleep. His mind, already plagued by doubt, began to weave troubling scenarios.
In his dream, Sohail found himself at a lavish party, the atmosphere charged with tension. He spotted Afrah across the room, dressed in a stunning, seductive gown that clung to her curves, making her look like a siren from a forbidden fantasy. The crowd around her seemed to blur into an indistinct haze as his focus zeroed in on her.
She was talking animatedly with a tall, charismatic man. Sohail's heart pounded as he watched them interact. The man’s hand casually rested on Afrah’s back, his touch lingering just a moment too long. Afrah’s smile was playful, her laughter too intimate, too familiar.
Sohail tried to approach, but every step felt like wading through thick fog. He reached out, but the scene shifted. He was now standing in a shadowy, unfamiliar corridor, the walls closing in around him. He heard muffled whispers and soft moans coming from behind a partially opened door. Hesitant, he pushed the door open.
Inside, the room was dimly lit with a red glow. Afrah was there, entwined with faceless man. Their bodies were pressed together, and faceless man’s hands roamed over Afrah’s body, his touch possessive. Afrah’s eyes were closed, her face expressing a mix of pleasure and surrender. The sight was both hypnotic and heart-wrenching.
Sohail’s breath caught in his throat. He wanted to call out, confront them, but no sound came. He could only watch helplessly as the man’s lips met Afrah’s in a fervent kiss. The intensity of the scene was overwhelming, the passion evident in every touch, every movement.
Suddenly, the room began to spin, the walls shifting and warping. The dream morphed into a chaotic whirlwind, with Afrah and the man becoming blurred figures. Sohail felt a crushing weight on his chest, his heart pounding with a mix of betrayal and heartbreak.
He awoke with a start, his body drenched in sweat. The dream left him shaken, the unsettling images lingering in his mind. The line between reality and nightmare felt blurred, and he found himself grappling with the raw, painful emotions the dream had stirred. The seeds of doubt planted in his mind were now full-grown, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that his fears might be justified.
Sohail’s paranoia drives him to discreetly investigate Afrah’s activities. He starts by examining her phone and social media for any signs of infidelity or inappropriate behavior. As he delves into her private Instagram account, which has nearly 200 followers and differs from her public makeup vlog account, he notices a new account: a man named Vishal. This discovery heightens his anxiety and suspicion, leading him to further scrutinize Vishal’s profile and any interactions between him and Afrah.Sohail’s search through Afrah’s private Instagram account leads him to the profile of a man named Vishal, whom Afrah is following. However, Vishal’s account is private, so Sohail cannot access any posts or information. Frustrated and unable to find concrete evidence, Sohail’s paranoia only deepens as he wonders about the nature of Afrah’s relationship with Vishal.
**Scene: Sohail’s Evening with Friends**
Sohail sat at a bar with his friends, nursing a drink as they chatted. The conversation had drifted to more serious topics, and as the night wore on, they began discussing relationships and infidelity.
One of Sohail’s friends, Ali, leaned in with a serious expression. “You know, I’ve heard that if a girl’s had a lot of past relationships, she’s more likely to cheat. Like, they get used to the thrill and can’t stay committed.”
Sohail, still reeling from his earlier date with Afrah, felt a twinge of discomfort. He had noticed how bored Afrah seemed during their time together, and the thought of her being uninterested bothered him deeply.
Another friend, Javed, chimed in. “Yeah, like that relative of mine. His wife was always so perfect, but then he found out she’d been seeing her college boyfriend on the side and the worst part was her bf was from **** comunity. Now a days it is hard to trust girls especially with college education and job where they intermingle with men of different communities. The only seems pious from outside but have haram relationship with*** men.
Sohail’s mind raced. Afrah’s past was something he had brushed aside before, but these comments made him question his assumptions. He looked at his drink, trying to push away the rising insecurity.
He forced a chuckle. “Well, I suppose you’ve got to be cautious. You never really know what’s going on.”
Ali patted him on the back. “Exactly. It’s better to be aware of the signs. If things don’t feel right, trust your instincts.”
Sohail nodded, though his thoughts were miles away, dwelling on Afrah’s behavior and the unsettling comments he had just heard. He tried to shake off the unease, but it lingered, gnawing at him as the night progressed.
**Scene Transition: Sohail’s Inner Turmoil**
Back in his apartment, Sohail lay in bed, the shadows of the room elongating as the night deepened. His mind churned with the troubling comments from his friends. The room felt oppressive, the silence magnifying his growing anxiety.
As he stared at the ceiling, his thoughts drifted back to his college days. He remembered Hiba, a girl he had once admired deeply. She had been the epitome of modesty—always dressed conservatively, spoke softly, and carried an air of innocence. Sohail had harbored feelings for her, doing everything he could to be around her, hoping she might one day reciprocate.
One day, gathering his courage, he sought her out to confess his feelings. When she didn’t answer her phone, he searched the campus, finally hearing that she had gone towards the abandoned building. An uneasy feeling gripped him, rumors about the place swirling in his mind. It was known for dubious activities, and his worst fears were realized when he found her there, with two men now he remembered that the men were from different community than their.
The scene replayed in his mind: Hiba, who he had seen as pure and unattainable, was with those men, her demeanor far removed from the demure image he had cherished. It was a moment that shattered his idealization of her and planted the seeds of insecurity.
Now, the echo of that past betrayal gnawed at him, resurfacing as he thought about Afrah. He found himself comparing Hiba’s behavior with Afrah’s perceived disinterest. The same gnawing worry began to seep in—was Afrah merely hiding her true nature, just as he had seen with Hiba?
The paranoia tightened around him like a vice. He began to question Afrah’s actions, wondering if there were hidden layers to her past that he had yet to uncover. Every little thing, from her distracted demeanor on their dates to the way she reacted to Vishal, now seemed like potential signs of infidelity.
Sohail tossed and turned, trying to shake off the haunting memories. The shadows in his room seemed to mock him, the quiet night amplifying his fears. He couldn’t escape the unsettling feeling that history might be repeating itself, and that his trust might be misplaced once again.
Sohail’s Dream
The room was dimly lit, a heavy silence pressing down on Sohail as he fell into a restless sleep. His mind, already plagued by doubt, began to weave troubling scenarios.
In his dream, Sohail found himself at a lavish party, the atmosphere charged with tension. He spotted Afrah across the room, dressed in a stunning, seductive gown that clung to her curves, making her look like a siren from a forbidden fantasy. The crowd around her seemed to blur into an indistinct haze as his focus zeroed in on her.
She was talking animatedly with a tall, charismatic man. Sohail's heart pounded as he watched them interact. The man’s hand casually rested on Afrah’s back, his touch lingering just a moment too long. Afrah’s smile was playful, her laughter too intimate, too familiar.
Sohail tried to approach, but every step felt like wading through thick fog. He reached out, but the scene shifted. He was now standing in a shadowy, unfamiliar corridor, the walls closing in around him. He heard muffled whispers and soft moans coming from behind a partially opened door. Hesitant, he pushed the door open.
Inside, the room was dimly lit with a red glow. Afrah was there, entwined with faceless man. Their bodies were pressed together, and faceless man’s hands roamed over Afrah’s body, his touch possessive. Afrah’s eyes were closed, her face expressing a mix of pleasure and surrender. The sight was both hypnotic and heart-wrenching.
Sohail’s breath caught in his throat. He wanted to call out, confront them, but no sound came. He could only watch helplessly as the man’s lips met Afrah’s in a fervent kiss. The intensity of the scene was overwhelming, the passion evident in every touch, every movement.
Suddenly, the room began to spin, the walls shifting and warping. The dream morphed into a chaotic whirlwind, with Afrah and the man becoming blurred figures. Sohail felt a crushing weight on his chest, his heart pounding with a mix of betrayal and heartbreak.
He awoke with a start, his body drenched in sweat. The dream left him shaken, the unsettling images lingering in his mind. The line between reality and nightmare felt blurred, and he found himself grappling with the raw, painful emotions the dream had stirred. The seeds of doubt planted in his mind were now full-grown, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that his fears might be justified.
Sohail’s paranoia drives him to discreetly investigate Afrah’s activities. He starts by examining her phone and social media for any signs of infidelity or inappropriate behavior. As he delves into her private Instagram account, which has nearly 200 followers and differs from her public makeup vlog account, he notices a new account: a man named Vishal. This discovery heightens his anxiety and suspicion, leading him to further scrutinize Vishal’s profile and any interactions between him and Afrah.Sohail’s search through Afrah’s private Instagram account leads him to the profile of a man named Vishal, whom Afrah is following. However, Vishal’s account is private, so Sohail cannot access any posts or information. Frustrated and unable to find concrete evidence, Sohail’s paranoia only deepens as he wonders about the nature of Afrah’s relationship with Vishal.
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