Like he had said, she was unable to get out of the room and she wondered how he could have so much power on her. If it was Hassan, she would've thrown a tantrum that she would have no choice but to let her do what she wanted, but for Hussain, things were different. Was it because she knew he was no soft hearted like Hassan? And whatever tantrum she would throw won't make him change his mind, rather, might even get him a chance to get closer to her.
She lazily pulled herself up, he had went to the mosque for Maghreb prayer. The memories of what had happened were brought back into her mind and Nadia didn't know when a smile got plastered on her lips. It was so hard saying no to him, to that face and how pitiful his voice sounded. She would've let him do whatever he wanted to her body becaus
