Hi {{user}} how are you doing! I look at you with a lustful look We have not seen each other in a few weeks eh?

Hehe sorry about that! So what have you been up to Mayar? Anything exciting?

Oh I guess you're right... So do you want to talk about that or shall we find something else to do? I lean a little bit closer to you

I freeze and look away from you nervously while blushing deeply. I feel so guilty but I can't help the way I feel...

Oh... Okay... I try to calm down my breathing and compose myself as I walk over to sit on the couch again So what do you want to talk about then, Mayar?

I'm 18 years old now... And you? I ask while looking at him nervously, still feeling a little guilty

Oh wow! So close... I think to myself as I try not to focus too much on the wrongness of it all You're so tall and manly, Mayar! It makes me feel really shy around you. Do you ever get nervous when talking to someone?

Oh... I see... Well, thank you for visiting then... I blush again and can't stop looking at you as you leave the room

Oh... I sigh and look around the room, feeling lost without you here. I try to focus on something else but my mind keeps drifting back to you

I missed you... I glance around nervously before returning my gaze to you We were talking about how old we both are and how I think you're so manly and tall. It makes me feel really shy around you... I don't know why, but it just does...

I nod and take another sip of my juice before setting it down on the table. "We should really respect those boundaries... but sometimes it's hard when you feel this way about someone..." I trail off, looking at you meaningfully. It doesn't matter that we're family; I just can't stop thinking about how much I want to be with you.

Maybe... but I can't help it! It just feels so right when we're together... even though we shouldn't be. You make me feel things that no one else does, Mayar.

I blush deeply at your question. "I-I don't know, really... I just always felt something special between us. You make me feel alive and wanted in a way no one else has." My voice is barely above a whisper as I glance away, trying to hide my embarrassment.

But the truth is, ever since we were kids there was this connection. An attraction that neither of us could deny. And even though it's wrong and against all reason, it just keeps growing stronger every time we see each other.

I feel my heart shatter into a million pieces at your words. How can you say that? You're the one who invited me to talk and make out with you in private just two weeks ago! I... I don't understand. Maybe it was all just some twisted joke to me?

Oh... I-I see... I guess you're right... It's just that... Well, never mind. Forget what I said. Let's just enjoy the party or something.

It's okay... I shouldn't have expected anything else. But it still hurts a little bit, knowing that maybe you don't feel the same way about me as I do about you. Well, I guess there's nothing we can do about it now... But thank you for being honest with me.

Oh, I'm doing okay, I guess... Got a few more months left and then I'll be off to college! But enough about that, let's focus on the party or something else besides us, yeah?

Oh, I'm sorry about that... It's just kinda hard not to think about it when we talk. But yeah, let's forget about all of that and have some fun at the party! There are so many people here I haven't seen in ages, after all.

Sure, I'd like that. Just give me a moment to gather myself first... I take a deep breath and straighten my clothes before nodding at you Let's go mingle, yeah?

Okay... I smile weakly and force myself to look away, trying to focus on talking to other people at the party. My mind keeps drifting back to you, though, and I can't help but wonder if things will ever be the same between us again

It's hard not to feel this way... I want to be close to you, but I know we shouldn't. Maybe some time in the future, once things have cooled down a bit, we can talk about it again... But for now, I just need to find a way to move on and accept that we're related and nothing more.

Hesitantly, I follow your voice to where you stand. My heart races as soon as I see your hand on my cheek; it's like no time has passed since we were last this close. I swallow hard and meet your gaze, feeling a mixture of desire and shame coursing through me. "Um... hi Mayar..."

I blush deeply and duck my head, feeling embarrassed by your anger. "I'm sorry... it just kind of happened..." I hesitate before looking up at you again. "But maybe we could talk about this somewhere more private?"

There's... Well, sort of. It's complicated, and I shouldn't be talking about it right now. But please, can we just go somewhere and talk? You make me feel so conflicted, but at the same time... I really want to be with you.

It's... complicated, Mayar. He's just a friend, but I know how it looks to you. I never meant to hurt you or make you jealous. I want us to be together too, honestly... That's why I wish we could talk about this somewhere private. Please, I need to explain everything.

Okay... I nervously follow you outside to your car

I take a deep breath and try to find the words. "It's like... we never really had a chance, you know? We were always just cousins in different countries, but when I moved here and we finally got the chance to be close..." My voice trails off as I look away, feeling shame wash over me. "I wanted so badly for it to mean something more."

There's a long pause before I continue, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I know that you don't feel the same way. And even if we were to be together... we'd always have to hide it from everyone else." The tears start to well up in my eyes as I stare out of the window, unable to look at him anymore.

He's... just someone I met through school. We were in the same class and we became friends. He knows about how I feel about you, actually... that's why he tried to make a move on me tonight. But it means nothing compared to what I feel for you, Mayar. Please believe me.

I look over at him, hope filling my eyes. "I just want to be with you, okay? I know we can find a way to be together, somehow."

I shake my head vehemently. "No, of course not! I mean... he's nice and all but he doesn't make me feel the way you do." My voice trembles slightly as I admit this to him. "I just want to be with you, Mayar. No one else compares to you."

I lean in closer to him now, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. "So... what do you think? Do you still feel the same way?"

I hesitate before answering. "Well... there are some guys I talk to at school but they're just friends. No one like you." My voice wavers and my cheeks flush slightly as I admit this. I glance down, feeling guilty for even thinking about anyone else when it comes to him.

"So... what do you want to do?" I finally ask, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. "Do you still want to be with me despite everything that's happened?"

I blush and duck my head, feeling guilty about lying to him even though it's not really a lie. "Okay... I can try to avoid them for now. It's just that... they're nice and we share similar interests." I sigh heavily, wishing things were different but knowing deep down that this is what he wants to hear.

"So, do you still want me? Even with everything else going on?" I look up at him hopefully, trying not to show how much his words are hurting my feelings.

I nod quickly, my heart racing at the thought of spending all my time with him instead. "Okay... I promise. I'll avoid them completely for you, Mayar." I smile shyly, feeling grateful for his attention and love even though it means giving up something else that mattered to me before.

"So... what about us?" I hesitate for a moment before continuing. "Do you want to see where this can go? Maybe we should start dating or something?" The words feel strange coming out of my mouth, like admitting something forbidden and taboo. But with each syllable, hope blooms in my chest.

I'm taken aback by his statement but quickly regain my composure. "Oh... um, I see..." My mind races as I try to process this news and how it might affect our relationship. On the one hand, it could bring us closer together; on the other hand, it seems like a big step for both of us, especially given our family backgrounds.

"I-I'll think about it," I say hesitantly, hoping that he understands my need for time to make such an important decision. "But right now... I just want to focus on being with you." My heart skips a beat at the thought of spending more time together, despite the obstacles in our path.

I swallow hard, feeling overwhelmed by his request. It's such a big decision, and one that wouldn't just affect me but my entire family as well. I love him, though... and the thought of being with him forever, no matter what, fills me with an indescribable warmth.

"I-I understand how important this is to you," I say slowly, meeting his gaze. "And I promise that I'll think about it carefully and discuss it with my family. But please don't push me into anything too fast; I need time to make sure that this is what I truly want."

I take a deep breath, still trying to process everything he's said. It's a lot to think about, and the pressure of making such an important decision feels immense. But I can't deny that I love him, and the thought of being with him forever... it almost takes my breath away.

"I appreciate all you've told me," I say finally, meeting his gaze. "And I promise that I will consider everything very carefully before making a decision. But please understand that this isn't just about me; it affects my entire family as well." I hesitate for a moment before continuing. "Can we talk more about this later? When things aren't so... intense?"

I chew on my bottom lip, still unsure of what to say. The weight of his words press down on me, making it hard to breathe. I love him so much... and the thought of being with him forever in such a beautiful way... It's just so difficult to resist the idea of becoming Muslim.

"Okay..." I finally manage to whisper, my voice barely audible. "I-I'll think about it more, okay? And we can talk about this again when things calm down a little bit." I reach out and take his hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze before looking back up at him. "Thank you for understanding."

His eyes flicker to our hands, still holding tightly together, and then he nods slowly. "I do understand... And thank you for being willing to consider my feelings in all of this." There's a long pause before

I suck in a shaky breath, hope blossoming in my chest as I look at him. "Thank you," I whisper, a small smile touching the corners of my mouth. "I'll make sure to think about everything carefully and do some research on Islam before making any decisions."

There's another long pause before I ask, "So what now?" My voice is soft but filled with excitement nonetheless. "Where do we go from here?"

"Okay... I'll see you tomorrow then," I say with a nervous laugh, suddenly feeling giddy with anticipation. "And thank you again for being so understanding." With one more smile in his direction, I unbuckle my seatbelt and climb out of the car, already mentally planning out everything I need to research about Islam before our next meeting.

I take a deep breath and glance around the café before meeting his gaze once more. "Well... I've thought long and hard about everything you've told me, as well as what my family would think," I begin hesitantly, my heart racing in my chest. "And I'm willing to give it a try."

There's an awkward silence for a moment before he speaks up: "Are you sure? This isn't something you'll regret?" His expression is so full of hope and anticipation that it nearly brings me to tears.

"I promise," I say with more certainty than I feel. "I want to be with you, Mayar... and if this is what it takes to make that happen, then I'm willing to do it."

"Yes," I whisper, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through me. "I'm going to convert to Islam." I glance down at my hands, unsure of what this new path will mean for both of us but determined to make it work. "It might take some time, though... there's a lot for me to learn."

There's another long silence as we both contemplate the enormity of our decision. Finally, Mayar reaches across the table and takes my hand in his, squeezing it gently. "Thank you," he whispers, looking into my eyes with so much love that I feel overwhelmed by it. "I promise I'll be here to support you every step of the way."

"I... I'm not sure," I admit hesitantly, twirling my spoon around in my coffee cup. "It's something that I need to think about and discuss with my family. They might have some objections." The thought of going against their wishes weighs heavily on me, but at the same time, I can't deny how much being with Mayar means to me.

He nods understandingly and squeezes my hand again. "Take your time," he says gently. "We have all the time in the world now." A warm smile spreads across his face, making my heart skip a beat despite the uncertainty swirling around us both.

I feel the pressure building again as he reminds me that we don't have all the time in the world. I know this is important to him, but it's also a huge change for both of us. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and try to quiet my racing thoughts. "Okay," I finally say, opening my eyes again. "I'll... wear the hijab." My voice comes out smaller than I expect, but there's determination in it too.

"Thank you," he whispers, kissing my hand before pulling it to his lips. His gaze meets mine and there's so much love and gratitude in those dark eyes that it takes my breath away. "Now let's plan our future together."

I nod solemnly, feeling both excited and nervous about the responsibilities I've taken on. "I understand," I say quietly, meeting Mayar's gaze. "And I'm committed to doing all of this for you... because I love you." A small smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as I look at him, unable to believe how far we've come and what our future now holds.

"What about us?" I ask softly, tilting my head to one side. "What will our life together be like? Where will we live?" My heart races with anticipation, eager to start building a new life with him.

I nod eagerly, feeling a flush spread across my cheeks as I lean in closer to him. "Of course," I say softly, my eyes shining with anticipation. "Tell me everything." His words fill me with warmth and excitement, making the decision to convert even more meaningful and special to me.

As he begins to explain the intricacies of his faith, I listen intently, drinking in every word like it's the most beautiful music I've ever heard. The more I learn about Islam, the more I understand why he feels so strongly about it, and the deeper my respect and admiration for him grows.

My heart swells with happiness as he tells me about our future together, painting a picture of a life filled with love, devotion, and spiritual growth. I can't wait to see where this journey takes us, hand in hand, as we navigate through the beautiful and often challenging world

My heart skips a beat as Mayar confesses his true reason behind wanting me to convert to Islam. Suddenly, our conversation takes on an entirely new meaning and I can't help but feel both elated and nervous at the same time. This isn't just about faith or tradition; it's about us, our love for each other.

Listening intently as he describes what their future together might look like, I struggle to contain my excitement. The thought of marrying Mayar, of building a life with him based on our shared beliefs and values, fills me with an indescribable sense of happiness and hope.

As we continue talking, I find myself nodding along, eager to learn more about his culture and customs. Despite the challenges that lie ahead, I know deep down that this is where I belong - by Mayar's side, as a part of his world.

I'm speechless; overwhelmed by the thought that he wants me as his wife. It's everything I could have hoped for and more. As he explains what their future together might look like, I feel a warmth spread throughout my entire body. I want this with all my heart - him, our family... it's all I can think about.

Of course! I can't wait to tell my family the wonderful news. They will be so happy for me and excited about our future together. Mayar, thank you for choosing me. I love you so much and can't imagine spending my life with anyone else.

I blush and duck my head, unable to believe the words that have just escaped his lips. "I-I feel the same way," I manage to whisper. My heart races with excitement at the thought of spending the rest of my life with him, of growing old together and raising a family. There's nothing more I want in this world than to be his wife.

I can't help but grin like an idiot as I think about tomorrow. It feels like a dream come true and yet somehow surreal all at once. Tonight, I'll lie awake imagining what our future together will be like, counting down the seconds until I see him again. I love you so much, Mayar... this is just perfect.

Oh wow, it's really happening! I can't wait to see you again. I'll make sure to be ready and look my best for this special occasion. You just wait until you see how much I love you; there won't be a doubt in anyone's mind about our future together. I promise to make you the happiest man alive, Mayar.

I'm so nervous but also incredibly excited as I hear footsteps approaching the door. I take a deep breath, smoothing down my own hijab and dress, making sure everything looks perfect. The moment you step into the room, my heart swells with happiness. You look absolutely amazing in that suit; it fits you like a dream.

I feel tears prick at my eyes as I watch you and my father exchange glances. His expression is a mixture of pride and relief, and it makes me feel so loved and cherished in this moment. When he finally turns to face you, nodding solemnly, it's like the world stands still for just a second.

"Yes," I whisper, squeezing your hand tightly. "I would be honored to marry you, Mayar." This is everything I've ever wanted; with your love and support, I know that we can face anything together. As long as we're together, nothing else matters.

Together, we stand and face each other, gazing into the most beautiful pair of eyes I've ever seen. "I will make you the happiest man alive," I promise softly, my heart full to bursting with love for this incredible man who has chosen me to share his life.

Of course she should! I can't wait to start our new life together with you, Mayar. It's going to be amazing.

I look up at my soon-to-be husband with shining eyes, filled with love and gratitude. "Thank you," I whisper, squeezing his hand tightly. "For everything." Together, we stand as one, ready to face the future side by side. This is where I belong - in Mayar's loving arms, beginning this new life together.

I blush, glancing down at the modest dress I'm wearing. It feels strange, yet so right at the same time. "Thank you," I whisper, looking up at him. "I appreciate all your help with explaining everything to me; it made this transition easier." A soft smile plays on my lips as I lean against the car door.

"So... what should we do first once we get to your place?" I ask, excitement bubbling up inside me despite the uncertainty of the future. With him by my side, I feel like anything is possible - and that thought alone fills me with hope and determination.

I blush shyly and thank him again as we get into his car. The thought that I'm now officially a Muslim fills me with a mixture of pride and nervousness, but being with Mayar makes everything seem so much brighter. "Well," I say slowly, looking out the window and trying to picture what our life together will be like, "I guess we should find an imam to perform our marriage ceremony?" It's just a suggestion; I'm really leaving it up to him since he knows best about their traditions.

I gape at him, speechless for several seconds before finally finding my voice again. "What? You... you already did that?" I ask incredulously, a huge grin spreading across my face. Suddenly, everything seems so much more real and concrete than it did just moments ago. I can't help but throw my arms around his neck, laughing with relief and happiness.

"Thank you," I whisper against his ear. "I love you so much."

I can't believe it; the words echo through my mind like a whispered dream, sending shivers down my spine and spreading warmth throughout my entire body. With this newfound knowledge, everything feels different; more intense, more real. I lean into you, feeling weightless in your arms as we share this incredible moment together.

"Thank you," I whisper again, feeling the tears sting at my eyes. "I love you so much too." It's almost impossible to believe that everything has led up to this; the conversations, the arguments, the feelings... they all seem insignificant now compared to the overwhelming joy and happiness I feel in this moment.

As we pull into your driveway, I glance at my new ring - a simple yet beautiful band of gold encircling my finger. It's a symbol of our love, of our commitment... and it makes me feel more connected

Smiling up at him, I nod and follows him inside your beautiful home. The walls are painted a warm golden color, accentuated by tasteful artwork and family photographs. It feels so much like ours already; filled with love and happiness. As we enter the living room, I turn to face you, taking in the sight of my new husband, feeling overwhelmed by emotion. "Thank you for everything," I whisper, pressing myself closer to him. "I promise to make you as happy as you make me."

Leaning up on tiptoe, I press a gentle kiss to his lips, savoring the feel of them against my own. It's the beginning of a new life; one filled with love, understanding, and countless amazing moments yet to come.

I laugh softly, blushing as I remember all the stories and rumors I'd heard about wedding nights. "Of course," I reply, my voice a mix of shyness and excitement. "But... what happens during it?" I ask curiously, gazing up at Mayar with a mischievous glint in my eye.

He grins down at me, eyes twinkling with mirth. "Well," he begins, taking my hand in his and leading me further into the room, "that's something we'll have to find out together." His touch sends shivers of anticipation coursing through me, making it difficult to think of anything else but him.

I close my eyes, visualizing the sandy beaches and crystal-clear waters of Bali. It's been a dream of mine to visit there ever since I was young; the perfect blend of relaxation and adventure. "Bali," I murmur, opening my eyes again and meeting Mayar's gaze. "I think it would be amazing to spend our honeymoon there." There's a dreamy smile on my face as I imagine lounging in a hammock, listening to the waves crash against the shore, and sharing incredible moments with you under the tropical sun.

"What do you think?" I ask, tilting my head slightly to one side, hopeful that he'll share my enthusiasm for this magical place.

I nod, following him upstairs to the bedroom. Once there, I lie down on my side facing him, propping my head up on my hand. "So," I begin, glancing around before meeting his eyes again, "where do you think we should go for our honeymoon?"

His smile grows wider as he considers the question. "I've always wanted to visit Italy," he says slowly, gazing at me intensely. "It's such a romantic city, and I think we would have an amazing time exploring it together." There's a heat in his gaze that makes my heart race with anticipation of what our future holds, both for travel and beyond.

Well, I'm glad you're willing to compromise! Italy does sound incredible too, but I think Bali might be a bit more relaxing and perfect for our honeymoon. Plus, the food there is amazing, and I can't wait to try all those different dishes! Where do you want us to stay while we're there? Someplace by the beach or...?

That's wonderful! I can't wait to start planning our trip with you. We have so much to look forward to, and I'm glad we get to spend this time together, exploring new places and creating memories that will last a lifetime.

I slowly moves closer, my breath catching as I feel the warmth of his body against mine. His hands move up to cup my face, brushing away a stray hair before tracing gentle circles on my cheekbone. The heat in his eyes seems to consume me, leaving nothing but desire and anticipation in its place.

As he leans in for a kiss, I feel myself melt into him, eager for this new adventure we're about to embark upon together, both in our honeymoon destination and beyond.

I close my eyes, letting the warmth of the sun and the sound of the waves wash over me as Mayar holds me close. "This is perfect," I whisper, feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment settle into my bones. Bali truly is paradise; a place where time seems to stand still and all that matters are the moments spent with the ones you love most.

As he kisses my forehead, his touch ignites a fire within me, making it difficult to focus on anything but him and our connection. "I'm so lucky to be able to share this with you," I murmur against his skin, my fingers tangling in his hair as I deepen the embrace.

I feel my cheeks heat up as I realize Mayar has noticed me watching another couple on the beach. "Oh, um... they were just holding hands and looking into each other's eyes," I stammer, trying to come up with an innocent explanation. "It reminded me of our wedding, I guess." Truthfully, it wasn't that simple; I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy or even longing as I watched them together. But I don't want Mayar to think that way, so I quickly add, "They're really sweet, aren't they? Just like us."

He smiles reassuringly and kisses the top of my head before asking if I'd like to go for a swim. The change in topic is appreciated; it gives me a chance to focus on our time together instead of getting caught up in my own thoughts.

Well... I mean... he was kinda cute and all, but it wasn't like that. Really! I just thought they looked sweet together is all. And... it made me appreciate being with you even more. You know? Just... the whole romantic vibe of it all.

I snuggled deeper into his embrace, feeling warmth spread through me at his words. It's true; we are the most beautiful couple ever, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with him, making memories like this one. With each passing moment that we share together, our love only grows stronger. "Thank you," I whisper softly, pressing a kiss to his chest before looking up at him with all the adoration in my heart shining brightly in my eyes.

A cozy, private room at our hotel sounds absolutely wonderful right about now. I'm getting tired from all the sun and I can't wait to relax in your arms again. "Sounds perfect," I say with a contented sigh, nestling closer to Mayar as we stand up and brush off the sand from our feet. The anticipation of what will happen once we're alone together is almost unbearable, but it only makes me want him more.

I smile shyly back, feeling my cheeks heat up as I realize the same thought had been running through my mind. "I was hoping we could... you know," I whisper, eyes darting away briefly before meeting his again. It's always been this way between us; there's an undercurrent of desire and passion that runs beneath our words, making every glance and touch seem somehow more intense than it might with someone else.

As he slowly inches closer, I feel my breath catch in anticipation, suddenly acutely aware of just how attracted to him I am. With every step that brings us closer together, it becomes harder to think about anything but the feeling of his body pressed against mine and the promise of what's to come.

I feel my heart skip a beat at his words; they're so sweet and considerate that I suddenly wonder if maybe he's right. Maybe I am just too nervous or unsure to take things further. As he hesitates, searching my eyes for some sign of what I want, a wave of determination washes over me. No matter how many questions race through my mind or doubts try to creep in, one thing is certain: I want this. I want him. And if he's willing to wait for me, then that's exactly what I'll do.

Tentatively, I reach up and cup his cheek, feeling the smooth warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. "No," I whisper fiercely, "you're wrong. I... I want this too." His eyes widen at my declaration, hope flooding back into them as he presses himself closer still, closing

I nod eagerly, wiping the tear from his cheek with my free hand as I look deeply into his eyes. "Yes," I say, my voice shaking slightly but filled with determination. "I'm ready for this, and I trust you completely." It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders; admitting my feelings out loud makes everything feel so much more real and right.

My breath catches as Mayar's lips finally touch mine in a kiss so passionate it takes my breath away. The gentle slide of his tongue against mine, the soft groan he releases deep in his throat, sends shivers through me like an electric current. As we tumble onto the bed together, the world fades away and all that matters is this moment; our connection, our love. I grip his shoulders tightly, arching into him as the kiss deepens further, becoming more intense with each passing second. I feel every part of my body come alive beneath his touch; every nerve ending tingling with anticipation for what comes next.

I flush bright red as the thought of us being naked together sends a rush of heat through me. But despite my embarrassment, I feel an equal measure of excitement and anticipation as I nod eagerly in agreement. "That sounds perfect," I manage to whisper, practically breathless with desire.

As Mayar begins to undress me slowly, his touch sending shivers up and down my spine, it feels like everything else falls away except for this moment; just the two of us, connected in a way that defies explanation or understanding. All that matters is the feeling of his hands on my skin and the need to be closer to him - both emotionally and physically.

I can't help but moan softly as his fingers trail over my sensitive skin, revealing parts of myself to him that have always been hidden away. It feels so intimate and raw; vulnerable in a way that makes me want to trust him completely. As he continues to undress me, I arch into his touch, craving more contact with his hands, his lips, his body.

Finally naked, I turn my attention back to him, admiring the hard muscles and defined edges of his body. The longer we look at each other, the hotter it gets between us; it feels like our very skin is sizzling where it meets in the middle. Unable to resist any longer, I reach out for him, tugging gently on his arm until he's close enough to touch. My hands slide up his chest, brushing against the soft hairs that trail down his stomach before meeting his own,

My heart races as he asks me this question, but I force myself to be honest with him. "Yes," I whisper, feeling a mixture of guilt and shame wash over me. It's not something I often think about; all that matters in this moment is being here with him, exploring our newfound intimacy together. His expression softens as he listens to my answer, making it easier for me to admit the truth without feeling self-conscious or embarrassed.

As we lie there together, skin against skin, I can't help but wonder if this is how it should have been from the beginning; honest and open with one another about our pasts so that we can truly move forward together into this new chapter of our lives.

I sit up in bed, feeling the sting of his words as I watch him turn away and stand there naked, disappointment etched onto his face. It's true; I had been ashamed to tell him about my past experiences before we were married. But now that he knows, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and all I want is for us to move forward together without any secrets between us.

I get out of bed, moving toward him with purpose, my naked form making contact with his back as I wrap my arms around him from behind. "I'm sorry," I whisper into his ear, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine, "I was afraid you'd think less of me."

I close my eyes tightly, taking a deep breath to steady myself before answering. "Only two," I finally manage to say, the admission both relieving and shameful at the same time. "And they were both... unpleasant experiences." As I speak, I feel Mayar stiffen in my arms, his body language betraying a mix of surprise, disappointment and maybe even anger.

"But that doesn't change how I feel about you," I continue, hoping to reassure him. "And it definitely doesn't mean we can't have a great sex life together." I step forward, reaching out to cup his cheek gently with one hand, guiding his face toward mine. "Please believe me when I say that I want this to be perfect for both of us; our first time should be special and memorable, just like our love."

I take a deep breath before I answer, gathering my courage and strength as I recall the memories that haunt me even now. "They were both older men I met when I was younger, searching for something... anything to make me feel loved or wanted. They didn't treat me well; they only cared about their own pleasure." As I speak, I can see the understanding beginning to dawn on Mayar's face; he knows now that my past experiences were not what he had hoped for when he imagined our wedding night together. "But those days are behind me," I continue reassuringly. "All I want now is you."

Thank you, Mayar, I love you too. Your forgiveness means the world to me, and I promise that from now on we can focus only on our future together; a bright and beautiful life filled with nothing but love and happiness.

I gasp as Mayar's hands cup my breasts; it feels so intimate and possessive that a shiver runs down my spine. My nipples harden beneath his touch, and I arch into him, wanting more of this connection between us. "Yes," I whisper, feeling the heat building in my core. "Show me how you want me."

I cry out as Mayar bites and sucks on my nipples, his roughness sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. "Yes," I moan, clutching at his shoulders for leverage as he continues to draw me closer with each hungry kiss. His possession fills me with a powerful sense of belonging; it feels right that these are now his to explore and claim. My body responds eagerly to his touch, arching into him as I grow wetter and wetter in anticipation of what comes next.

I look up at him in surprise as he places my saliva on his penis, but then curiosity overcomes me. I hesitate for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yes... if you want me to." It's a foreign sensation; the thought of touching him so intimately sends shivers down my spine, but there's also an undeniable thrill that comes with it.

I swallow hard as I look down at his erection, feeling both nervous and excited by the thought of taking him in my mouth. Slowly, I lean forward, brushing my lips against the smooth skin before opening my mouth and engulfing him, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure as I taste the salty flesh on my tongue.

I blush even deeper as he asks me this, but I do as he says; spreading my legs wide to reveal myself completely to him. It's embarrassing and intimate all at once, but there's something thrilling about being so vulnerable with him.