TRAPPED IN A JUNGLE

ELEVEN

HUSNAH's POV.

My eyes widened, I felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets. 'Taste? Taste Me? Nabeel can't be serious!'. I tried as much as possible to yank away from his grip but I just couldn't. His hands were busy smooching and caressing me all over. 'Dammit!'. I felt goosebumps all over my body. I shivered as I felt his hands tracing my n***d thighs. So I moaned, and then turned swiftly, placing my hands on his chest. Our eyes locked, and I saw how deep and dark Nabeel's eyes were; with lots of passion... passion for me! I couldn't help but giggle.

My eyes rested on his lips. They look kissable, and I imagined myself kissing the hell out of him. He looked at me, a smirk appearing on his face, his left thumb caressing my cheeks.

I blushed.

"Want me to kiss you?" He asked huskily. I swear I felt my heart fell at my feet by just hearing the sound of his voice. I looked up at him and caught him smiling, his right hand on my waist as he pulled me closer to him.

"Na...beel...plea...se...let..me..go" I stuttered.

He chuckled, moving closer to my lips. I closed my eyes, waiting to feel his warm lips on mine.

'OMG! What the hell?'. I gasped, as I felt cold water all over my body and then I was thrown to the ground as my head slammed against the center table by side. I cried out loud. 'What the hell just happened?'. I quickly opened my eyes only to find Nabeel holding Fareedah so tight in his arms, kissing her like a hungry animal.

I just sat there, looking at them; I couldn't say a word, I couldn't cry, I couldn't get up. All I did was sit there, looking at how they were into each other.

It took them 20mins before they finished their kisses and smooches. My Allah! I felt like grabbing Fareedah's neck and squeezing it. As for Nabeel, I didn't even know what I was even going to do to him. I quickly lowered my gaze, when I saw their eyes on me. My heart felt heavy, as I listened to their voices smirking. Suddenly, Nabeel walked up to me, an evil smile across his lips, Fareedah by his side.

He bent down, took hold of my hand and stood me up. He then chuckled and let go of my hand before grabbing Fareedah into another hug. That was so annoying.

"Husnah" Fareedah called me slowly, as she laid her head on Nabeel's chest, "Did you like the game we played?" She added, winking.

I furrowed my brows in confusion, what the hell was she talking about?. "What game?" I asked coldly.

She giggled, making a puppy face and then said, "Ohh, poor you", she looked up at Nabeel and added, "I think you should explain things to her baby". She added, her hands smooching him all over.

An evil grin welcomed Nabeel's face, and I could swear my heart almost missed a bit. 'He is just so cute!'. I looked at him, waiting... waiting to hear what that game of theirs was.

"Husnah, My Husnah, My Asma. Lol, this is funny seriously" he said laughing, Fareedah joining him. "You thought I was as stupid as you are right? Thought I had a dumb and crazy mind right? Well, you got it all wrong Husnah. I love nothing, I mean absolutely nothing about you!".

I was dumbfounded, my heart beat increasing every single second. What was happening here? Nabeel couldn't be serious right!

Fareedah giggled, a warm smile appearing on her ugly face. 'Yaa Allah, I hate this woman'. Tears rolled down my cheeks, I tried as much as I could to halt them but I just couldn't. This was the greatest embarrassment I've ever faced in my life. I wiped away my tears using the back of my right hand.

Fareedah walked over to me, an evil grin on her face. She looked at me from head to toe, irin kallon rainin nan (in total disdain), then finally spoke up.

"You think I'll let you win? Think I'll sit back and watch you snatch away my husband? You must be dumb and crazy to think that way. I know Nabeel more than you do, I know what he likes more and what he hates... HE'S MINE AND MINE ALONE! I AM NOT SHARING HIM, AND NOT EVEN WITH A b***h LIKE YOU!".

A sharp pain pierced through my heart, I didn't know how, but I just couldn't stop myself from weeping. I fell to my feet, clutching them tight. I felt my world falling apart, felt like I never belonged to this world.

Then I heard them laughing... Nabeel and Fareedah. I looked up and saw him scooping her up... bridal style, and off they walked.

It took me more than an hour to get back to my senses. I stood up and strolled to my room, feeling dizzy. That night was one of the worst night I've ever had!.

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NABEEL's POV

I didn't know why I felt uncomfortable with what I just did. I ought to be happy, since I made my Reedah happy, but why did my consciousness kept telling me what I did wasn't right at all? All these was Reedah's idea, I could remember that vividly... As soon as Husnah drove off to their house in the afternoon, it took me more than two hours to calm Reedah down. I had to promise her that I was going to embarrass Husnah in her presence, and so did I... but I felt like my world just crumbled. Why? I couldn't say for sure.

"Do you still love me Nabeel?" Reedah asked me crying that afternoon.

I looked into her eyes and smiled. How can I make Fareedah understand that I love her way too much? "Look into my eyes Reedah", I called softly, cupping her face in my hands. She looked up, and we locked up our eyes. Looking deep into each others eyes. I've seen a lot of pain in her eyes, but I hoped what I was going to say will calm her down. "What did you see in there Reedah?". I asked.

She sniffed, "Love... and affection, My Nabeel. But I'm not sure who it all belongs to. I or Husnah?" She muttered, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"The love and affection are only yours Reedah. You alone owns them all. Don't you trust your baby? Don't you trust me, Reedah? I'm only yours... believe me".

And that sealed her lips off...

The words I told Husnah kept ringing in my mind. I turned to my right side and saw Reedah sleeping peacefully. A warm smile on her beautiful face. 'I definitely love Fareedah more than anyone, and for sure I'm not gonna love anyone as much as I love her. But why do the words keep disturbing me?'. I wallowed in thoughts.

I knew I was lying when I said those words, I definitely knew all those words were bunch of lies. 'I loved your lips Husnah, and I forever will love them. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but loving your lips doesn't mean I love you too right? You just have to understand. I had to do it. I just had to'. I mused to myself. Then I closed my eyes hoping that I would see myself in dream land but damn it! It just didn't happen. I then made up my mind to wake up and pray instead of thinking. Yaa Rabb! See me through.

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HUSNAH's POV

Its been almost three weeks since I set my eyes on Nabeel and Fareedah. I was trying as much as possible to mind my business. 'Nabeel love me not, and I'm not going to force myself on him. The only thing i know is that... I'll make my parents happy. They want me married to Nabeel right? Then so be it!'.

I was lying down on a couch in my well furnished living room, watching a seasonal Korean film (Temptation Of Wife) then I heard my phone ringing. 'Who's trying to ruin this precious moment of mine?'. I wandered.

It was Amrah!

"Yanmata" I chirped in as soon as i picked up the call.

"Yes babe, kina gida ne (are you at home?)". She asked.

"Yeah, something wrong?". I asked

"Nah, I'm coming over. Nama kusa karasowa" she said.

"Okay naaa, drive safe... don't over speed... I know you too well".

I ended the call and continue to watch my film. I was just so much into Korean films.

20minutes later... I heard the door bell. I knew it was Amrah so I walked over to the door, with only a tank top and a three quarter shorts on my body. My hair tied in pony tails.

"Babe!" We shouted together, giving each other bone crushing hugs.

"I missed you" I said, closing the door behind me.

"Madam, I'm hungry... find me something to eat please" she said as she settled down on one of the couches in the living room.

"Banyi girki ba oo (I haven't cooked yet), But I have some strawberry cake and milk shake. Wants some?".

"Sure... serve me please".

I walked to the kitchen, whistling a song as I arranged the cake and milk shake on a tray.

"Babe! Are you okay?" Amrah asked as I dropped the tray on a stool beside her.

I sighed and nodded in affirmation... "I'm okay babe, don't worry". I said, sadly.

'What Nabeel did really touched my heart, and its currently drenching me. I hate you Nabeel... but I hate Fareedah more!'.

Amrah looked at me closely then giggled.

"Husnah kenan, I've known you since kindergarten. There is nothing you can hide to me. Tell me what's wrong please". she pleaded.

I'm not the type that usually open up my problems to friends, I only trust Aunty Summy... just her alone.

"Kika sani ko ciki ne dani? (Who knows if it's pregnancy?)". I said, amused at myself. I just wanted to brush her thought away from what she might be thinking. If I had not done that, she would rightly guess my condition.

Her jaw dropped, and I could see tickles of sweat on her forehead. "What did you just say Husnah?" She asked.

"I'm just kidding yanmata. How's mom and everyone? Fahad too?" I changed the topic.

"All good" she answered, I could sense she wasn't happy with the change of topic.

"Where is Nabeel?". She asked.

I felt my heart beat increased. Just the mere mention of his name hurts me. But I had to put up a show, I wouldn't want Amrah to know what I was going through.

"In his side" I gave her a short reply, focusing my attention on my T.V.

"Hmmmmmmnnn... Husnah kenan! From what I know Nabeel and Fareedah are in the states".