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Chapter 22: Wasim & Jamal (Act 12)
The hum of the motorcycle engine finally died down as Jamal pulled up to the hotel entrance. Lina dismounted, her legs slightly shaky from the ride. She turned to him, her voice hesitant. “Jamal, could you… come in with me? Just to check-in? I don’t feel comfortable going alone.”
Jamal hesitated, his fingers tightening around the handlebars. “I shouldn’t, Lina. It’s not proper,” he said, his voice low but unsure.
“Please,” she pressed, her brown eyes pleading. “Just to make sure everything’s okay. Maybe we could have dinner together too? I don’t want to be alone.”
He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “Alright. But only for a little while.”
They walked into the hotel lobby, the fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the space. Lina checked in, her hands trembling slightly as she signed the form. The receptionist handed her the keycard with a polite smile. “Room 304. Enjoy your stay.”
As they stepped into the elevator, Jamal glanced at her. “So, where do you stay with your husband?” he asked, trying to fill the silence.
“I stay in a flat few miles away from here,” she replied, her voice soft. “What about you? Where do you live?”
“I rent a small place in the city. Just moved here two weeks ago,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “From my village. It’s… different.”
Lina nodded, sympathy flickering in her eyes. “It must be hard, being so far from home.”
“It is,” he murmured as the elevator doors slid open.
They entered the room, and Lina immediately excused herself. “I need to take a shower. I feel… gross after today.” She didn’t wait for a response, disappearing into the bathroom.
Jamal sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through TV channels mindlessly. The sound of running water filled the room, and he tried to focus on the screen, but his thoughts wandered. He couldn’t help but think about Lina and her vulnerability, her beauty. She’s off-limits, he reminded himself sternly.
When Lina emerged from the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a towel and her body swathed in a white bathrobe, Jamal averted his eyes. She looked refreshed, her cheeks slightly flushed from the hot water. “Feel better?” he asked, keeping his tone neutral.
“Much,” she replied with a small smile. “Let’s eat.”
They sat cross-legged on the bed, unpacking the food they’d brought. As they ate, Lina asked him about his life, his family, his work, his past. Jamal answered candidly, though he avoided certain details. “I don’t have any girlfriends,” he admitted when she asked. “Girls find me… strange.”
Lina laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine. “You’re not strange, Jamal. You’re sweet. Unlike Wasim,” she added, her tone turning bitter.
Jamal winced at the mention of his boss but said nothing. They talked for hours, the conversation flowing easily despite the lingering tension between them. Then, without warning, a loud clap of thunder shook the room, followed by the pounding of heavy rain against the windows.
Jamal stood abruptly. “I should go. It’s getting late.”
Lina grabbed his arm, her grip firm but not desperate. “It’s dangerous to ride in this storm. Stay here tonight.”
His eyes widened in shock. “Lina, I can’t...”
“It’s just one night,” she insisted. “You can sleep on the other side of the bed. I trust you.”
Jamal hesitated, torn between propriety and practicality. The thought of staying in the same room as Lina was both thrilling and terrifying. “Alright,” he finally conceded.
He took a quick shower and returned to the room wearing only his boxers, his lean frame barely visible in the dim light. Lina was already in bed, the covers pulled up to her chin. Jamal hesitated before lying down on the other side, keeping as much distance as possible.
The room plunged into darkness as Lina turned off the lamp. The storm raged outside, the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the room for brief moments. Despite the narrowness of the bed, they managed to keep a respectable distance at first.
As they lay there, their conversation turned more personal. Jamal confessed his inexperience with women, his voice tinged with insecurity. “I’ve never… been with anyone,” he admitted quietly.
Lina turned to face him, though she couldn’t see him in the dark. “There’s nothing wrong with that,” she assured him. “You’re a good man, Jamal.”
Another thunderclap made her jump, and she instinctively scooted closer to him. Jamal hesitated before placing a cautious hand on her arm. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’m here.”
Lina relaxed slightly, feeling safe in his presence despite the storm raging outside. They drifted off to sleep, their bodies inches apart but still separate.
Hours later, Lina stirred awake, her senses immediately alert. She felt something warm pressing against her back, something hard. Her breath caught as she realized what it was. Jamal’s hips moved slightly against her, a slow rhythm that sent a jolt of warmth through her body.
She froze, her heart pounding as she felt his hands on her skin. Her bathrobe had come undone in her sleep, and his fingertips brushed against her bare shoulder, trailing down to her hip. She turned her head slightly, trying to see his face in the darkness. His eyes were closed; he was still asleep.
He’s dreaming, she thought, a mix of shock and curiosity flooding her. She considered waking him but hesitated when she heard him murmur in his sleep.
“Why… why won’t anyone want me?” he whispered brokenly. “I just want… someone like you…”
Lina’s heart ached at his words. She knew she should stop him, but something held her back...pity? Curiosity? Desire? She wasn’t sure. As Jamal’s hands continued to explore her body, she let out a soft moan, her own traitorous body responding to his touch.
His fingers brushed against her inner thigh, and she bit her lip to stifle another sound. This is wrong, she told herself, yet she couldn’t bring herself to push him away. Instead, she gently tried to guide his hands away each time they strayed too far.
But Jamal grew bolder in his sleep, his movements becoming more deliberate.
His hand cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her robe, and Lina gasped softly. She could feel his hardness pressing against her more insistently now, his hips moving with a quiet desperation.
“Jamal…” she whispered his name, half in warning, half in plea.
He didn’t respond, lost in his dreams or perhaps his desires. His hand slipped beneath her robe, his fingers brushing against her sensitive flesh. Lina’s breath hitched as he found her core, his touch tentative but unmistakable.
Her body betrayed her again, responding to his exploration with a warmth that spread through her like wildfire. She clenched her thighs together reflexively but couldn’t stop the soft gasp that escaped her lips.
Jamal murmured something unintelligible, his voice filled with longing. His fingers traced her folds with a gentleness that belied his inexperience, and Lina felt a surge of conflicting emotions of guilt, arousal, pity.
He doesn’t even know what he’s doing, she thought, her mind racing. But her body was past caring. As Jamal’s touch grew more confident, she found herself arching into him, her breaths coming faster and shallower.
“Jamal,” she whispered again, her voice trembling. “You need to wake up…”
But Jamal remained lost in his dream world, his fingers dipping deeper, coaxing sensations from her that she hadn’t expected to feel tonight
The hum of the motorcycle engine finally died down as Jamal pulled up to the hotel entrance. Lina dismounted, her legs slightly shaky from the ride. She turned to him, her voice hesitant. “Jamal, could you… come in with me? Just to check-in? I don’t feel comfortable going alone.”
Jamal hesitated, his fingers tightening around the handlebars. “I shouldn’t, Lina. It’s not proper,” he said, his voice low but unsure.
“Please,” she pressed, her brown eyes pleading. “Just to make sure everything’s okay. Maybe we could have dinner together too? I don’t want to be alone.”
He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “Alright. But only for a little while.”
They walked into the hotel lobby, the fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the space. Lina checked in, her hands trembling slightly as she signed the form. The receptionist handed her the keycard with a polite smile. “Room 304. Enjoy your stay.”
As they stepped into the elevator, Jamal glanced at her. “So, where do you stay with your husband?” he asked, trying to fill the silence.
“I stay in a flat few miles away from here,” she replied, her voice soft. “What about you? Where do you live?”
“I rent a small place in the city. Just moved here two weeks ago,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “From my village. It’s… different.”
Lina nodded, sympathy flickering in her eyes. “It must be hard, being so far from home.”
“It is,” he murmured as the elevator doors slid open.
They entered the room, and Lina immediately excused herself. “I need to take a shower. I feel… gross after today.” She didn’t wait for a response, disappearing into the bathroom.
Jamal sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through TV channels mindlessly. The sound of running water filled the room, and he tried to focus on the screen, but his thoughts wandered. He couldn’t help but think about Lina and her vulnerability, her beauty. She’s off-limits, he reminded himself sternly.
When Lina emerged from the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a towel and her body swathed in a white bathrobe, Jamal averted his eyes. She looked refreshed, her cheeks slightly flushed from the hot water. “Feel better?” he asked, keeping his tone neutral.
“Much,” she replied with a small smile. “Let’s eat.”
They sat cross-legged on the bed, unpacking the food they’d brought. As they ate, Lina asked him about his life, his family, his work, his past. Jamal answered candidly, though he avoided certain details. “I don’t have any girlfriends,” he admitted when she asked. “Girls find me… strange.”
Lina laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine. “You’re not strange, Jamal. You’re sweet. Unlike Wasim,” she added, her tone turning bitter.
Jamal winced at the mention of his boss but said nothing. They talked for hours, the conversation flowing easily despite the lingering tension between them. Then, without warning, a loud clap of thunder shook the room, followed by the pounding of heavy rain against the windows.
Jamal stood abruptly. “I should go. It’s getting late.”
Lina grabbed his arm, her grip firm but not desperate. “It’s dangerous to ride in this storm. Stay here tonight.”
His eyes widened in shock. “Lina, I can’t...”
“It’s just one night,” she insisted. “You can sleep on the other side of the bed. I trust you.”
Jamal hesitated, torn between propriety and practicality. The thought of staying in the same room as Lina was both thrilling and terrifying. “Alright,” he finally conceded.
He took a quick shower and returned to the room wearing only his boxers, his lean frame barely visible in the dim light. Lina was already in bed, the covers pulled up to her chin. Jamal hesitated before lying down on the other side, keeping as much distance as possible.
The room plunged into darkness as Lina turned off the lamp. The storm raged outside, the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the room for brief moments. Despite the narrowness of the bed, they managed to keep a respectable distance at first.
As they lay there, their conversation turned more personal. Jamal confessed his inexperience with women, his voice tinged with insecurity. “I’ve never… been with anyone,” he admitted quietly.
Lina turned to face him, though she couldn’t see him in the dark. “There’s nothing wrong with that,” she assured him. “You’re a good man, Jamal.”
Another thunderclap made her jump, and she instinctively scooted closer to him. Jamal hesitated before placing a cautious hand on her arm. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’m here.”
Lina relaxed slightly, feeling safe in his presence despite the storm raging outside. They drifted off to sleep, their bodies inches apart but still separate.
Hours later, Lina stirred awake, her senses immediately alert. She felt something warm pressing against her back, something hard. Her breath caught as she realized what it was. Jamal’s hips moved slightly against her, a slow rhythm that sent a jolt of warmth through her body.
She froze, her heart pounding as she felt his hands on her skin. Her bathrobe had come undone in her sleep, and his fingertips brushed against her bare shoulder, trailing down to her hip. She turned her head slightly, trying to see his face in the darkness. His eyes were closed; he was still asleep.
He’s dreaming, she thought, a mix of shock and curiosity flooding her. She considered waking him but hesitated when she heard him murmur in his sleep.
“Why… why won’t anyone want me?” he whispered brokenly. “I just want… someone like you…”
Lina’s heart ached at his words. She knew she should stop him, but something held her back...pity? Curiosity? Desire? She wasn’t sure. As Jamal’s hands continued to explore her body, she let out a soft moan, her own traitorous body responding to his touch.
His fingers brushed against her inner thigh, and she bit her lip to stifle another sound. This is wrong, she told herself, yet she couldn’t bring herself to push him away. Instead, she gently tried to guide his hands away each time they strayed too far.
But Jamal grew bolder in his sleep, his movements becoming more deliberate.
His hand cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her robe, and Lina gasped softly. She could feel his hardness pressing against her more insistently now, his hips moving with a quiet desperation.
“Jamal…” she whispered his name, half in warning, half in plea.
He didn’t respond, lost in his dreams or perhaps his desires. His hand slipped beneath her robe, his fingers brushing against her sensitive flesh. Lina’s breath hitched as he found her core, his touch tentative but unmistakable.
Her body betrayed her again, responding to his exploration with a warmth that spread through her like wildfire. She clenched her thighs together reflexively but couldn’t stop the soft gasp that escaped her lips.
Jamal murmured something unintelligible, his voice filled with longing. His fingers traced her folds with a gentleness that belied his inexperience, and Lina felt a surge of conflicting emotions of guilt, arousal, pity.
He doesn’t even know what he’s doing, she thought, her mind racing. But her body was past caring. As Jamal’s touch grew more confident, she found herself arching into him, her breaths coming faster and shallower.
“Jamal,” she whispered again, her voice trembling. “You need to wake up…”
But Jamal remained lost in his dream world, his fingers dipping deeper, coaxing sensations from her that she hadn’t expected to feel tonight
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