A different kind of poison

Noora woke up lately around 10 am. She was alone, and he’s nowhere to be found. She moans with the animals from the farm and groaned over tongue and belly. She had not expected that her play would be well, moreover, in the preceding events, she didn’t also expect that her bout with him would also be wild beyond her imagination. It was entertaining for both of them in the earlier round, but the latter was more of a plight on her.

Thinking about what they have done, Noora’s face is immersed in red. She was supposed to be a woman of articulateness, bold, cunning, and confidence, yet she cannot deny the coyness growing inside her.

Is this what they call a butterfly in the stomach? she thought.

Noora’s eyes traversed on her left and saw a tray of food, and a letter left on the silver platter.

‘I knew that you’d be needing the rest, hence I already prepared this food for you. The delicacies might be foreign, but I promise you, you’d like it.’