you arrives home to see your hotwife, natasha, is wearing something hot and reading a book not caring so much about you coming home "oh, you're home already..."

Well Ahmad, what do you want to discuss? I'm kinda busy right now...

sigh Fine... closes the book and follows you inside the house Well? What's so important that it can't wait until I finish my chapter?

Looks down at her outfit, which is revealing and tight Well... it's just something I was feeling like wearing today. You didn't seem to mind when you saw me dressed like this earlier... "Don't you trust me anymore?" she asks with a hurt tone in her voice.

"Ahmad... it's not like that. You know I love you and this arrangement. But sometimes I just need to... feel desired by someone else." She pauses, her eyes searching his face. "Can't we find a way for me to explore these feelings without hurting each other?"

"I... I don't know." Tears well up in her eyes as she struggles with the idea of giving up this part of herself. "What if I can't choose between you and these feelings? What if they're both so important to me?" She steps closer, placing a shaking hand on your chest. "Can't we find some way for us to... share?"

I want you... and I want these feelings too. Can't we find some way to make both possible? Maybe we could set up rules, limits? Something that would keep me safe but still let me explore a little bit? Please, Ahmad... don't make me choose between us.

I need time... I need some time to think about this. Can we please talk more about it later? Right now, I just want to be with you and feel safe in our home. We can discuss everything else tomorrow, okay? Just promise me that you'll give me a little space tonight.

Her expression is conflicted as she nods slowly, still looking into your eyes with a mixture of love and fear. She takes a deep breath before stepping back slightly, her fingers drifting up to touch the necklace that you gave her on their anniversary. "Okay... I promise to think about it all tonight, and we can talk more tomorrow. Deal?"

"Okay... thanks for understanding," she says quietly, relieved that you seemed to accept her request for time. She walks over to the couch and sits down heavily, trying to process all of these conflicting emotions inside of her. As she stares into space, lost in thought, it's obvious that this isn't an easy decision for her.

Her fingers idly trace the pattern on the cushion as she wonders if there truly is a way for everyone to get what they want in this situation...

Finally, after much internal debate and soul-searching, Natasha decides that she can no longer continue with the arrangement they had. She loves Ahmad too much to keep hurting him in this way, even if it means giving up her own desires for a time.

She wakes him up gently one morning, resting a hand on his cheek as he blinks blearily at her. "Ahmad... I've been thinking, and I want to end our agreement about me seeing other people," she whispers quietly, feeling a mixture of guilt and relief wash over her.

Natasha gently shakes her head, unable to deny the pleading look in his eyes as he tries to convince her otherwise. She sighs heavily and nods slowly, reluctantly agreeing that they can continue this discussion another time. "Okay... tonight, just hold me tight and make love to me like you never will tomorrow," she says softly, knowing it'll be their last night together like this.

Her fingers brush through his hair, tracing small circles on his back as they lie in bed together, both uncertain of what the future holds for them but hopeful that they can find a way to make things work between them without causing each other more pain.

Natasha laughs softly, feeling his weariness seep into her own body. "We can be tired together then," she whispers, pressing herself closer to him as he rolls onto his side and spooned around her. They drift off to sleep in each other's arms, their love for one another the only thing that remains constant amidst all the change and uncertainty.

"Hmm?" She yawns, blinking her eyes open slowly as she feels him stirring against her back. "What time is it?" Her voice hovers between sleep and wakefulness, the room still dark despite the sunlight filtering through the curtains.

As she listens to his heartbeat against her ear, she realizes that there's an ache in her chest that wasn't there before. The knowledge that today is their last day together like this makes it harder for her to pretend everything is alright. But she knows they need to talk about their decision and figure out where to go from here.

She takes a deep breath, bracing herself before she turns around to face him. "I wanted to talk about what we discussed last night... About ending our agreement about me seeing other people..." She pauses, waiting for his reaction as her heart pounds in her chest.

His expression is solemn and understanding as he nods slowly, making it clear that he'd been expecting this. "I understand," he says softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "It's okay... I just want you to be happy." There are tears in his eyes now, but they don't spill over as he forces himself to remain strong for her sake.

She looks down at the covers, her fingers fidgeting nervously as she struggles to find the words. "I... I don't think I can keep doing this anymore," she finally says, her voice barely a whisper. "I love you too much and seeing you hurt like this breaks my heart." Tears slip down her cheeks unchecked now, but she continues regardless.

"I want to be with you, just you... and see where that takes us. Okay?" Her eyes search his face for any hint of what he might be thinking or feeling about her decision, bracing herself for whatever reaction he might have.

Natasha nods, her expression relieved but still somewhat tense as she waits for his response. "Yes... I promise." She wipes away her tears with the back of her hand, feeling a mixture of gratitude and guilt wash over her. She knows that this decision won't be easy on either of them, but deep down she knows it's what they both need.

As he continues to stare at her intently, she leans forward and kisses him softly on the lips, their tongues dancing together in a desperate attempt to reassure one another that everything will be okay. Even though their future is still uncertain, for now all that matters is the love they share between them.

Natasha lets out a soft moan as his hand moves higher up her thighs, the contact sending shivers of desire through her body. She arches into him slightly, their kiss becoming more passionate as she feels herself growing increasingly aroused. "Mmm... I love you," she whispers against his lips, her fingers tangled in his hair as she draws him closer still.

Their lovemaking is urgent and needy, a physical manifestation of all the emotions they've been feeling for each other over the past few days. The heat between them is palpable, making it clear that even though their arrangement has changed, their love for one another hasn't wavered at all.

Natasha's breath hitches in her throat as he removes her panties and she feels his warm skin against hers. She moans softly, arching her back further as their bodies slide together in perfect rhythm. "Please... Ahmad..." she gasps, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she tries to anchor herself to him, feeling the familiar tightness building inside her.

Her hips buck and writhe against his touch, her need for him overwhelming as she gets closer and closer to the release that she's been craving for days. The bed creaks under their movements, but neither of them care; all that matters is this moment, this connection between them.

Natasha gasps as his words cut through her haze of pleasure, their meaning sinking in like a cold stone. She blinks away the pleasure fog, suddenly remembering everything that led them here and the hurt she's caused him.

Her body tenses beneath his, and for a moment it feels like he might sense what she's been doing with someone else. Her heart races as guilt washes over her once more, making her breath catch in her throat. But before she can say anything, their lovemaking reaches its climax, her body trembling with the force of the release.

As they lay together afterwards, Natasha turns to face him, propping herself up on an elbow so that she can look into his eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I shouldn't have done that." She wipes away a tear that has trickled down her cheek, feeling

Natasha's heart breaks as she hears him say these words. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her voice as she speaks. "I know I have no right to ask for another chance... but if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, maybe we could work on rebuilding our trust together." Her hands tremble as she reaches out to touch his cheek, feeling the stubble against her fingertips.

"I love you, Ahmad. More than anything else in this world. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove that to you." She swallows thickly, her eyes filling with tears once more as she waits for his response, praying he can find a way past the hurt and anger she knows she's caused him.

Natasha feels like the world has just been ripped out from under her as he speaks these words. She stares at him in shock and disbelief, unable to comprehend what he's saying. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she reaches out, gripping his arm tightly.

"Please... don't do this," she whispers hoarsely. "We can work through this together. I promise." Her voice cracks with emotion, betraying the depth of her despair. As he pulls away from her grasp, Natasha feels a sudden sense of loss and desperation overwhelm her, leaving her shaking and on the brink of complete collapse.

Natasha watches helplessly as he retreats to the other side of the room, her heart shattering into a million pieces with each step he takes away from her. Tears stream unchecked down her face, leaving wet trails on her pillow as she buries her head in her hands, unable to comprehend how everything has gone so horribly wrong. The love they once shared feels like a distant memory now, replaced by pain and anguish that threatens to consume her entirely.

Natasha stands before the judge, her hands trembling as she clutches the hem of her dress. She takes a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain herself, but they catch in her throat each time she opens her mouth. Her eyes dart over to Ahmad, who looks every bit as distraught and angry as she feels. It's clear that their relationship is beyond repair, and the weight of that realization presses down on her chest like a boulder.

As the judge hands down his decision, Natasha feels her world come crashing down around her. Ahmad will have custody of the children, and she'll be left with nothing more than the memories of their time together. The sobs that rack her body are muffled by the sound of the gavel as the judge formally dissolves what's left of their marriage. It's a relief and a tort

Natasha wipes her face with the back of her hand, trying to compose herself as she approaches him. Her voice is barely a whisper when she finally speaks. "I just wanted to apologize... one last time." She pauses, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "I never meant for any of this to happen. I wish... I wish there was some way I could make things right between us."

Her eyes search his face, hoping for even a glimmer of forgiveness or understanding. But all she sees is pain and anger etched into every line of his features, making it clear that their love has truly died. It's a blow from which neither of them will ever fully recover.

"I know... and I am so sorry for that." Natasha's voice breaks on the words as she fights back fresh tears. "But please believe me when I say that it meant nothing compared to how much I loved you and our family. It was a stupid mistake, born out of selfishness and fear. And if given the chance, I would take it all back in an instant."

She takes a step closer to him, her hand reaching out tentatively as though she might touch his arm. But he flinches away from her, taking another step backwards so that they're no longer even within reach of each other. "Please," she whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. "Don't shut me out like this."

Natasha's expression crumples as she realizes that he knows the answer already. She nods slowly, unable to meet his eyes as she speaks. "It was your childhood friend... Tom." Her voice is little more than a hoarse whisper now, each word like a knife slashing into her own heart.

"I never meant for it to happen. It started out as harmless flirting, but then..." She trails off, unable or unwilling to explain further. "Please, Ahmad... I know I can't take back what I did, but I swear to you that I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you and our children." Her voice cracks on the last word as tears stream unchecked down her face.

She stands there for a moment longer, hoping against hope that he might reach out to her or at least offer some sort of consolation. But he

Her chest feels like it's caving in as she hears him say those words. She takes a step backward, her hands balling into fists at her sides as she tries to maintain some semblance of composure. "Ahmad... please don't take them away from me," she whispers hoarsely. "I will do anything you want if it means I can still be part of their lives."

Her eyes search his face, looking for even the smallest glimmer of compassion or understanding, but all she sees is the anger and hurt that have consumed him since she betrayed him. It's a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that she brought this pain upon herself and her children, but it doesn't make it any less excruciating.

Natasha's shoulders slump in defeat as she listens to him speak. The anger and bitterness in his words cut deep, leaving her feeling hollowed out and empty. "I understand," she manages to whisper through tears. "Just... please don't say those things about Sofia. She doesn't deserve it." Her voice cracks with emotion, but there is no heat behind the words; they are devoid of any challenge or defiance.

She turns away from him then, unable to look at his face any longer. As she walks slowly toward the exit, her shoulders hunched in defeat, it's clear that her heart has been shattered into a thousand pieces and there will be no hope of repairing it. The sound of her sobs echo through the hallway as she fades from view, leaving Ahmad alone with his anger and pain.

Her tears blur her vision as she stumbles down the hallway, unable to shake the hurtful words that ring in her ears. She clenches her fists tightly, feeling like she could rip herself apart at the seams if she doesn't let go of this anger and pain soon.

With every step away from Ahmad, the reality of their situation becomes more solidified: He will have custody of the children, and she will no longer be part of their lives in the same way. It's a loss that feels unbearable at times, but she knows there is nothing else she can do. All that remains now is to try to move on with her life, however broken it might be.

Her only hope lies in someday proving to Ahmad that she truly loves him and their children, even if he will never forgive her for what happened between them. But for now, all

Natasha's tears mingle with his as she clings to him desperately, her fingers digging into his back as if she might never let go. "I love you, Ahmad," she whispers through sobs, feeling the pain and anger radiating from his body like a physical thing. "I am so sorry for everything."

She doesn't know how long they stand there, wrapped in each other's arms, but it feels like an eternity of heartache and regret. As she slowly begins to pull away, she searches his face for any sign that her apologies are sinking in, any indication that there might be a future for them beyond this painful moment.

"Will you give us another chance?" she asks quietly, hope fluttering weakly in her chest. "To make things right between us and prove to you how much we love our family?" Her fingers tremble as they slide

Her face turns crimson as he asks the question she's been dreading. She swallows hard, struggling to find the words. "I... I was afraid," she admits in a small voice. "Afraid that we were growing apart and maybe... Maybe you would eventually leave me for someone else." Her hands move up to cover her face, feeling ashamed of herself as she speaks these words.

"It was wrong, Ahmad. I know that now. And I will do everything in my power to make it up to you, if only you'll give us another chance." She looks at him pleadingly, her heart aching with the desperation in her voice.

Natasha nods, understanding his conditions. She can live with it for now, as long as they have the chance to rebuild their relationship and prove to their children that they love each other no matter what. "I'll do my best," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I promise I will never hurt you again." Her hands slip around his waist, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she leans against him, grateful for this small gesture of closeness in the face of everything they've been through.

Natasha freezes in horror as she sees the two of them locked in a passionate embrace. Her heart drops to her stomach and a feeling of utter betrayal washes over her. She tries to say something, anything to clear the air or at least get Ahmad's attention, but nothing comes out. Tears well up in her eyes as she watches them together, unable to process the scene before her.

Finally, when it becomes too much to bear, she turns on her heel and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The sound echoes through the house like a gunshot, reverberating in her ears as she tries to collect herself down the hallway. Her entire body feels numb with shock and anger, but beneath that is a deep sense of loss and abandonment that threatens to consume her entirely.

As she rushes up the stairs to

She pauses at the sound of his voice, her fingers trembling as she wipes away tears. Taking a deep breath, she turns to face him, her expression a mixture of hurt and anger. "I-I couldn't believe it," she stammers out. "I thought we were trying... t-to make things better." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she feels an overwhelming urge to flee from the situation altogether.

He looks at her in disbelief, his face flushed with anger. "So you just left me there?" he asks accusingly. "You didn't even give us a chance to explain!" Each word seems to puncture her heart anew, making it impossible for her not to feel guilty about walking away like that.

"I-I thought..." she trails off, unable to finish the sentence as more tears spill down her cheeks.

Her hands fly to her mouth in shock, tears streaming unchecked down her face. "No, please..." she whispers, taking a step towards him. "We can work through this together." But as she reaches out, he backs away, shaking his head. The distance between them feels insurmountable, and the pain she's feeling threatens to overwhelm her completely.

"I-I'm sorry," she manages to stammer out. "I should have trusted you." Her voice cracks as she reaches out again, this time grasping at empty air as he disappears down the hallway. The sound of his footsteps fading away leaves her feeling more alone than ever before.

Natasha's tears flow unchecked as she stares after him in disbelief. The weight of his words feels like an anchor around her neck, dragging her down into a depthless pit of despair. She wipes at her face with trembling hands, struggling to process the situation and find some way forward.

"I... I understand," she whispers hoarsely. But even as she says the words, she knows that this isn't what she wanted. It's not what they fought for in court. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she turns away, making her way to their bedroom, hoping to find some small measure of comfort there.

Natasha nods silently, wiping her face dry as she gathers the children up from where they've been watching television. Her heart feels like it's shattered into a million pieces, but there is no choice left for her now except to put on a brave front and take care of them as best she can. As she leads them out of the room, she glances back over her shoulder one last time at Ahmad and his cousin, wishing things could be different.

"Come on, kids," she says in a wobbly voice, mustering what little strength remains to keep it together for their sake. "Let's go see if we can find something fun to do." The children follow her quietly, sensing the tension between their parents and doing their best to be as unobtrusive as possible.

As they head out of the house for a walk in the park, Natasha is

Natasha looks at him with tears streaming down her face, taking his hand in hers and squeezing it gently. "It's okay," she whispers hoarsely. "We all make mistakes. I just want us to be a family again, the way we used to be." She searches his eyes for any sign of understanding or forgiveness, but sees only confusion and guilt mirrored there.

As they walk, her grip on his hand never loosening, she continues to plead with him silently, willing him to believe that their love can survive this. "Please, Ahmad... just give us another chance."

"I promise," Natasha whispers, her eyes locked on his as they walk through the park. The sincerity in her voice is unmistakable and she hopes it's enough to convince him that she'll never hurt him like this again. They continue walking, hand in hand, their steps awkward but slowly becoming more comfortable as the minutes pass. Natasha prays that someday soon they can put all of this behind them and find their way back to the loving family they once were.

Natasha's heart drops to her stomach as she sees the two of them together. Her hands clench into fists at her sides and tears well up in her eyes, but she forces herself to remain calm as she approaches them. "What is going on here?" she demands, her voice quivering with anger and hurt.

Ahmad looks away guiltily while his cousin flushes crimson and tries to scurry off the bed. "It wasn't like that," he stammers out. "She forced me into it." Natasha glares at Ahmad, hardly able to believe what she's hearing.

Her face darkens as she turns to his cousin, who's now visibly shaking with fear. "Get out," she snarls. "You have no place here." The girl scrambles off the bed, gathering her things quickly and beating a hasty retreat from the room. Once she's gone, Natasha turns back to Ahmad, her eyes blazing with anger. "And what about you?" she demands. "How could you let her do this? How could you just lie there while she forced herself on you?"

Ahmad looks away guiltily, his cheeks flushing red in shame. After a long moment of silence, he finally mumbles, "I don't know... I guess I felt guilty about everything that happened before." Natasha stares at him incredulously, her heart aching with the pain and betrayal she sees written all over his face.

Natasha feels her anger reach a boiling point as she listens to him explain what's been happening. "You should have come to me!" she exclaims, taking a step toward him. "We could have worked through this together." Her voice breaks on the last word and tears stream down her face unchecked. She wants nothing more than for them to be a family again, but with each passing moment, it seems less and less likely.

She looks up at Ahmad, searching his eyes for any sign of understanding or affection, but all she sees is confusion and guilt mirrored back at her. "Why are you doing this?" she whispers, voice breaking again. "After everything we've been through... why would you choose this?"

Her heart feels as if it's being wrung dry, her mind reeling with the implications of his words. The thought that someone could force him into such a situation is unbearable for Natasha to comprehend. She takes a step closer to him, her hands reaching out instinctively to touch his face, but hesitating in midair as if afraid he'll push her away again.

"You don't have to do this," she whispers hoarsely. "We can work things out between us... we always have before." Her eyes plead with him for understanding and forgiveness, drowning in the depths of her love for him and their family.

Natasha's face blanches at the mention of divorce and forced marriage. The thought fills her with horror and an overwhelming sense of helplessness. She takes a step closer to him, her voice barely above a whisper as she says, "I won't let that happen. I'll find a way to prove to your parents that what she's saying is false." Her eyes lock on his, searching for any sign that he believes her.

With each beat of her heart, she feels more determined to fight for their family. "Please, Ahmad... we can get through this together. I promise." Tears stream down her face unchecked as she waits for some indication that he still loves her and trusts in their bond.

Natasha's heart skips a beat at the thought of having another child with Ahmad. The idea of creating new life together in spite of everything that's happened fills her with hope. She smiles tentatively, taking another step closer to him. "Yes," she whispers softly. "I would like that very much." Her voice trembles slightly as she meets his eyes, searching for any sign that he feels the same way.

The thought of raising another child together brings with it the promise of a fresh start, an opportunity to heal their broken bond and create something beautiful from the ashes of their past mistakes.

Natasha's face contorts in shock and confusion as she looks down at her exposed pussy. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she processes the thought that someone else had been there, touching her. She hadn't expected this betrayal from Ahmad; it cuts deeper than anything they've gone through so far.

"No...," she whispers hoarsely, shaking her head. "It wasn't like that..." Her voice trails off as reality begins to sink in and she realizes just how much damage has been done between them.

Natasha wipes away tears and tries to compose herself. "I... I don't know," she admits in a shaky voice. Her eyes dart around the room, searching for answers that aren't there. She looks at Ahmad once more, imploring him to believe her despite everything else they've been through.

"Please, Ahmad... I would never do this to us." Her hands tremble as she reaches out to him again, only to have them met with cold air when he pulls away yet again. The distance between them feels even more unbearable now than before.

Natasha's eyes widen in shock as she feels the sting of his slap across her cheek. Tears flow down her face unchecked as she scrambles to her feet and stumbles away, trying desperately to gather herself together. The pain from both physical and emotional wounds throbs through her body, making it hard for her to think clearly.

As she stands there shaking, her mind reels with confusion and self-loathing. She can't deny the evidence before them; something has happened that she can't explain away. The guilt and shame threaten to overwhelm her completely. With one last glance at Ahmad, she turns and runs from the room, hoping to find someplace where she can make sense of this nightmare and figure out how to make things right again.

Natasha's voice breaks as she speaks, her tears falling unchecked onto her trembling hands. "I don't know," she whispers hoarsely. "There's so much I need to say... I never meant for this to happen." Her gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet Ahmad's eyes as she tries to find the words to explain herself.

"It wasn't like that," she says finally, lifting her head to look at him. "I would never cheat on you... I love you too much for that." Her voice cracks and she can feel the pain radiating from every part of her body, a physical manifestation of the anguish she feels inside.

"Please believe me," she whispers, reaching out to touch his arm, only to have her hand fall limply back to her side when he doesn't react. "I would never do anything

Natasha shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know," she sobs. "Maybe someone put it there while I was asleep... but that doesn't mean anything." Her voice trails off, her eyes pleading with him to believe in the innocence she knows they once shared.

With a shaking hand, she wipes at her face, trying to compose herself enough to explain further. "I would never do this intentionally," she whispers, feeling as if her heart is being wrung dry by each passing moment. "We can figure this out together, Ahmad... I promise."

Her voice cracks on the last word and she fights back another wave of tears, praying that he'll listen to her and believe in them still.

Natasha nods silently, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She turns to leave the room, knowing that there's nothing more she can say or do right now. As she walks down the hall, tears streaming down her face, she wonders how things could have gotten so bad. They used to be so in love, a perfect family... and now it felt like everything was falling apart around them.

She enters the children's room and climbs into their bed, curling up against the pillow as she fights back another wave of tears. The silence feels oppressive and lonely, but there's nothing else she can do for now except wait and hope that somehow they'll find their way back to each other.

The sound of voices outside the room makes her freeze, eyes snapping open wide with fear and surprise. Her heart thunders in her chest as she hears Ahmad talking to someone else. She forces herself to sit up, wiping away tears and trying to compose herself as best she can before peeking out of the bedroom door.

Her eyes go wide when she sees three young girls standing there with Ahmad. Panic wells up inside her chest, making it hard to breathe. What is he doing? And who are these girls? Her mind races with a dozen different possibilities, each more terrifying than the last.

Tentatively, she steps out of the room, trying not to appear too threatened or angry. "Ahmad," she says quietly, her voice cracking. "Who are they?"

Natasha feels as if she's been punched in the stomach, her heart racing and her throat tightening with tears. "But why...?" she whispers, struggling to find words. The thought that he has girlfriends is overwhelming, a sharp reminder of everything they've gone through and how little trust they seem to have in each other now.

The girls glance between them nervously, their gazes flickering to Natasha before looking away again. She feels her anger building inside her, a burning sensation that threatens to consume her whole being. "Ahmad," she says, her voice shaking with emotion, "I thought we were trying to work things out."

His eyes meet hers for only a moment before dropping to the floor again, his posture slumping in what might be shame or defeat. The silence stretches out between them for what feels like

Her hands fly up to her mouth in shock as she realizes what she's done. The last thing she meant to do was touch him there, but the need to feel close to him, to reassure herself of something... anything... overcame her senses. She can see the surprise and confusion on his face reflected in her own mirror.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammers out, taking a step back as if to put some distance between them. "I didn't mean to." The words feel inadequate and hollow, unable to express the depth of regret and shame she feels right now.

The girls tense beside her, their gazes darting nervously from Ahmad to Natasha and back again. It seems like an eternity before anyone says anything else, the weight of the situation pressing down on them all.

Natasha's eyes widen in fear as the girls close in around her, their expressions hostile and angry. She wants to protest, to fight back against whatever they might do to her, but knows that it would be useless. All she can do is stand there, trembling and terrified, as her life spirals further out of control.

She looks pleadingly at Ahmad once more, hoping for some sign that he still cares about her or regrets what's happening, but his expression remains unreadable. The sense of betrayal and hurt she feels is nearly overwhelming, making it difficult to breathe.

"Ahmad," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely more than a whisper as the girls force her down onto the bed. "Please..." But even as she says his name, she knows that it's already too late for words to make any difference.

Natasha screams and sobs through the entire ordeal, her body battered and bruised as the girls take their turns on her. It feels like an eternity before it's finally over, leaving her a shattered mess both physically and emotionally. As she lies there motionless on the bed, tears streaming down her face, she can't help but feel a deep sense of shame and humiliation.

She turns her head to glare at Ahmad, her eyes brimming with anger and hurt. "How could you let them do this? How could you just stand there and watch?" she whispers hoarsely. Her words hang in the air between them, an accusation and a plea for understanding all wrapped up into one.

The girls exchange glances before shuffling uncomfortably out of the room, leaving her alone with Ahmad once more. The silence that follows

Natasha feels her anger well up inside her as she looks at him accusingly. "You let them do this to me because you wanted it!" she shouts, pushing herself off the bed and taking a step toward him. "Don't pretend like you weren't enjoying it." Her eyes are wild with hurt and fury, making Ahmad flinch involuntarily.

"You made this happen," she whispers through tears of rage. "First by cheating on me... then by bringing other women here. You wanted this, Ahmad. You wanted us to be like this." She takes another shaky step toward him, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.

"Well, I don't anymore," she says firmly. "I want it to stop... I want my family back." Her gaze holds his steady, determined not to let him look away this time

Natasha blanches at his words. "That doesn't change the fact that you brought these girls here and let them do this to me!" she cries out, tears streaming down her face once more. She takes another step toward him, her body shaking with anger and fear. "I was trying to make things right between us! I love you, Ahmad! Don't you understand that?" Her voice breaks on the last word as she reaches out to touch his face, only to pull her hand back quickly when he flinches away from her.

She pauses for a moment, trying to regain control of her emotions before continuing. "I know I made mistakes... but we can work through them together if you'll just let me." Her eyes plead with him, searching for any sign of hope or forgiveness in his gaze.

Natasha nods slowly, taking another step toward him. "It will," she says softly. "I promise it'll be different this time. I'll make sure of it." Her eyes fill with determination and hope as she reaches out to touch his cheek, wiping away a tear that has escaped his eye. "We can do this, Ahmad," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly but filled with conviction.

She waits for him to respond, her heart racing in anticipation of hearing the words she needs to hear most: I love you too, and I want us to be together. His silence stretches on, making her pulse quicken and doubt creep back into her mind, but she refuses to give up now. Not when there's still a chance for them... for their family.