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Chapter 43: Sari (Act 6)
A while later, Rahim drifted into a restless sleep, his body still tense from the night’s events. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan and the occasional soft whisper of Sari’s breathing. But just as he began to settle, a strange, muffled sound pulled him back to consciousness.
He blinked his eyes open, disoriented, and turned his head toward the source of the noise. It was Sari. She lay curled in a fetal position beside him, her breathing deep and uneven, punctuated by soft gasps that seemed to escape her lips involuntarily. Her hands were moving subtly, almost imperceptibly, beneath the sheets.
Rahim’s brow furrowed. What’s happening to her? he thought, his mind still clouded with sleep. He propped himself up on one elbow, peering at her face in the dim light. Her expression was almost peaceful, but there was something… different. Something intimate.
Curiosity got the better of him. Carefully, he lifted the edge of the sheet covering her. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat.
Sari’s hands were moving rhythmically between her thighs. Her fingers were buried in her crotch area, rubbing gently but insistently. Her hips shifted slightly with each motion, her breaths growing heavier. She was mumbling something under her breath, a stream of incoherent whispers that Rahim strained to make out.
“Please… help me…” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “Oh… oh God…”
Rahim’s heart pounded in his chest. He could see now that Lina’s loose shorts had slipped down to her thighs, revealing the soft curve of her bare bottom. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and the sight of her like this...vulnerable, exposed, yet so unaware sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin.
This is wrong, he told himself firmly, even as his body betrayed him. His cock throbbed painfully, pressing against the fabric of his boxers. She’s not even awake. I need to stop this.
But his hands moved of their own accord. Nervously, he reached out, trying to pull her hands away from her crotch. As he did, his fingers brushed against her wetness. She was damp, slick with arousal, and the sensation sent a shiver through him.
Sari’s breath hitched in response. Her hips arched slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Mmm… yes…”
Rahim froze, his mind racing. She’s not awake, he reminded himself. She doesn’t know what she’s doing. But the way her body responded to his touch made it impossible for him to pull away entirely.
“Sari…” he whispered, his voice trembling. “You need to stop.”
But she didn’t stop. Her movements became more deliberate, her breathing more erratic.
Rahim hesitated, his hand trembling as it hovered over Sari’s shoulder. Her soft moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath the sheet in a way that made his pulse quicken. He could see the faint outline of her hips moving rhythmically, her fingers hidden under the fabric. She’s not awake, he reminded himself, guilt twisting in his chest. She’s still traumatized, still vulnerable.
“Sari…” he whispered, his voice trembling with restraint. “You need to stop.”
But she didn’t stop. Her movements became more deliberate, her breathing more erratic, each gasp sending a jolt of heat through him. Rahim’s cock throbbed painfully, aching with need as he stared at her innocent, trembling form. She’s so pure, so untouched, he thought, his mind warring between desire and responsibility. But she’s just been through hell. She doesn’t deserve this.
He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to give in. What would her elder brother do? The thought hit him like a cold splash of water. He’d protect her. He’d make sure no one ever hurt her again. Rahim’s shoulders slumped as tears welled in his eyes, the weight of his failure to shield her earlier crashing down on him once more.
Taking a deep breath, he gently pulled the sheet up to cover her exposed legs, tucking it around her with care. “Sari,” he said softly, shaking her shoulder gently. “Wake up.”
Her eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding her expression as she looked up at him. “R-Rahim?” she murmured, her voice hoarse from sleep. “What’s wrong?”
He hesitated, unsure how to broach the subject without embarrassing her further.
“You were… moving in your sleep,” he said carefully, avoiding her gaze. “I think you were having a nightmare or… something.”
Sari sat up slowly, clutching the sheet to her chest. Her cheeks flushed as realization dawned on her face. “Was I… was I touching myself?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Rahim nodded, his heart aching at the shame in her eyes. “It’s okay, Sari,” he said quickly. “You weren’t aware of what you were doing. It’s probably just your body reacting to everything that happened earlier.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she pulled her knees to her chest, burying her face in her hands. “I’m so ashamed,” she sobbed. “I don’t even know what’s happening to me anymore.”
“Hey, look at me,” Rahim said firmly, crouching beside the bed so they were eye level. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Sari. You’ve been through something unimaginable, and your body is just trying to cope. It’s not your fault.”
She sniffled, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. “Why didn’t you… why didn’t you take advantage of me? Most men would have.”
Rahim recoiled as if she’d struck him. “I could never do that to you, Sari. You trust me, and I won’t betray that trust. Not after everything you’ve been through.”
Her lower lip trembled as she reached out to grasp his hand. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
“For protecting me when no one else would.”
He squeezed her hand gently, forcing a small smile. “You deserve to feel safe, Sari. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you are.”
She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. Rahim froze for a moment before returning the hug cautiously, his hand resting lightly on her back. “Thank you,” she repeated, her tears soaking into his shirt. “You’re the only person who’s treated me with kindness in so long.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” he murmured, pulling away after a moment. “It’s the least I can do.”
Sari wiped her tears again, a determined look crossing her face. “I… I think I’ll be okay now,” she said softly. “You don’t have to stay with me anymore.”
But Rahim shook his head firmly. “I promised I’d be here for you, and I will be. But just to make sure you feel comfortable, I’ll sleep on the floor tonight.”
Her eyes widened in protest. “Rahim, no. This is your home, your bed. I should be the one....”
“No arguments,” he interrupted gently but firmly. “I’ll be fine on the floor. You need a proper night’s rest.”
As he settled in, Sari lay back down, pulling the sheets up to her chin. “Good night, Rahim,” she whispered.
“Good night, Sari,” he replied softly.
As they both drifted off to sleep eventually, a sense of peace settled over the room.
A while later, Rahim drifted into a restless sleep, his body still tense from the night’s events. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan and the occasional soft whisper of Sari’s breathing. But just as he began to settle, a strange, muffled sound pulled him back to consciousness.
He blinked his eyes open, disoriented, and turned his head toward the source of the noise. It was Sari. She lay curled in a fetal position beside him, her breathing deep and uneven, punctuated by soft gasps that seemed to escape her lips involuntarily. Her hands were moving subtly, almost imperceptibly, beneath the sheets.
Rahim’s brow furrowed. What’s happening to her? he thought, his mind still clouded with sleep. He propped himself up on one elbow, peering at her face in the dim light. Her expression was almost peaceful, but there was something… different. Something intimate.
Curiosity got the better of him. Carefully, he lifted the edge of the sheet covering her. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat.
Sari’s hands were moving rhythmically between her thighs. Her fingers were buried in her crotch area, rubbing gently but insistently. Her hips shifted slightly with each motion, her breaths growing heavier. She was mumbling something under her breath, a stream of incoherent whispers that Rahim strained to make out.
“Please… help me…” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “Oh… oh God…”
Rahim’s heart pounded in his chest. He could see now that Lina’s loose shorts had slipped down to her thighs, revealing the soft curve of her bare bottom. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and the sight of her like this...vulnerable, exposed, yet so unaware sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin.
This is wrong, he told himself firmly, even as his body betrayed him. His cock throbbed painfully, pressing against the fabric of his boxers. She’s not even awake. I need to stop this.
But his hands moved of their own accord. Nervously, he reached out, trying to pull her hands away from her crotch. As he did, his fingers brushed against her wetness. She was damp, slick with arousal, and the sensation sent a shiver through him.
Sari’s breath hitched in response. Her hips arched slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Mmm… yes…”
Rahim froze, his mind racing. She’s not awake, he reminded himself. She doesn’t know what she’s doing. But the way her body responded to his touch made it impossible for him to pull away entirely.
“Sari…” he whispered, his voice trembling. “You need to stop.”
But she didn’t stop. Her movements became more deliberate, her breathing more erratic.
Rahim hesitated, his hand trembling as it hovered over Sari’s shoulder. Her soft moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath the sheet in a way that made his pulse quicken. He could see the faint outline of her hips moving rhythmically, her fingers hidden under the fabric. She’s not awake, he reminded himself, guilt twisting in his chest. She’s still traumatized, still vulnerable.
“Sari…” he whispered, his voice trembling with restraint. “You need to stop.”
But she didn’t stop. Her movements became more deliberate, her breathing more erratic, each gasp sending a jolt of heat through him. Rahim’s cock throbbed painfully, aching with need as he stared at her innocent, trembling form. She’s so pure, so untouched, he thought, his mind warring between desire and responsibility. But she’s just been through hell. She doesn’t deserve this.
He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to give in. What would her elder brother do? The thought hit him like a cold splash of water. He’d protect her. He’d make sure no one ever hurt her again. Rahim’s shoulders slumped as tears welled in his eyes, the weight of his failure to shield her earlier crashing down on him once more.
Taking a deep breath, he gently pulled the sheet up to cover her exposed legs, tucking it around her with care. “Sari,” he said softly, shaking her shoulder gently. “Wake up.”
Her eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding her expression as she looked up at him. “R-Rahim?” she murmured, her voice hoarse from sleep. “What’s wrong?”
He hesitated, unsure how to broach the subject without embarrassing her further.
“You were… moving in your sleep,” he said carefully, avoiding her gaze. “I think you were having a nightmare or… something.”
Sari sat up slowly, clutching the sheet to her chest. Her cheeks flushed as realization dawned on her face. “Was I… was I touching myself?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Rahim nodded, his heart aching at the shame in her eyes. “It’s okay, Sari,” he said quickly. “You weren’t aware of what you were doing. It’s probably just your body reacting to everything that happened earlier.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she pulled her knees to her chest, burying her face in her hands. “I’m so ashamed,” she sobbed. “I don’t even know what’s happening to me anymore.”
“Hey, look at me,” Rahim said firmly, crouching beside the bed so they were eye level. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Sari. You’ve been through something unimaginable, and your body is just trying to cope. It’s not your fault.”
She sniffled, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. “Why didn’t you… why didn’t you take advantage of me? Most men would have.”
Rahim recoiled as if she’d struck him. “I could never do that to you, Sari. You trust me, and I won’t betray that trust. Not after everything you’ve been through.”
Her lower lip trembled as she reached out to grasp his hand. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
“For protecting me when no one else would.”
He squeezed her hand gently, forcing a small smile. “You deserve to feel safe, Sari. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you are.”
She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. Rahim froze for a moment before returning the hug cautiously, his hand resting lightly on her back. “Thank you,” she repeated, her tears soaking into his shirt. “You’re the only person who’s treated me with kindness in so long.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” he murmured, pulling away after a moment. “It’s the least I can do.”
Sari wiped her tears again, a determined look crossing her face. “I… I think I’ll be okay now,” she said softly. “You don’t have to stay with me anymore.”
But Rahim shook his head firmly. “I promised I’d be here for you, and I will be. But just to make sure you feel comfortable, I’ll sleep on the floor tonight.”
Her eyes widened in protest. “Rahim, no. This is your home, your bed. I should be the one....”
“No arguments,” he interrupted gently but firmly. “I’ll be fine on the floor. You need a proper night’s rest.”
As he settled in, Sari lay back down, pulling the sheets up to her chin. “Good night, Rahim,” she whispered.
“Good night, Sari,” he replied softly.
As they both drifted off to sleep eventually, a sense of peace settled over the room.
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