Mahnoor's POV:
Feeling disgusted by his touch, I rub my cheek with my palm again and again. Hoping it would erase the tingling feeling his touch left. After a while, it faded and started to be replaced with the pain of continuous rubbing.
I feel so ashamed of myself right now. How can I let him touch me...
He kissed you...!
My subconscious screamed.
"Ya Allah, why are you doing this to me? I feel like a sinner for not being able to stop him... I hate myself... I am sorry Allah... I'm sorry. I am not strong enough." I mumbled between my sobs and let all of my frustration out through my tears. I cried until I got exhausted and fell asleep.
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Moosa's POV:
Silently sitting in the adjoining room to my bedroom, I heard everything she said and remain at my place until her sobs died down
