Salma's heart was pounding as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were glazed over, and her cheeks were completely flushed, mirroring how she felt inwardly. Her hands were still shaking violently from the little encounter with her beloved husband.
Why did you run away? Why didn't you stand your ground and shove him away?
Agitatedly, Salma facepalmed herself several times until a red spot shaped like her palm appeared on her forehead.
She released a breath she didn't know she had been holding as she shook her head. "Even I don't know." she muttered, squeezing her eyes shut as she looked up at her reflection once again. She looked so pale.
Mansur had been so close; dangerously so. He had held her closer than she ever imagined being held by a man. She still felt a shiver
