KARMA IN FOUR LETTERS

He was the only forbidden fruit I ever dared to taste, one I enjoyed far too well.



Betrothed to a man old enough to be my grandfather, I was meant to endure, to obey, to survive.



But Ali Usman—my husband’s son saw the girl no one else bothered to see. With him, I wasn’t just another possession. I was wanted. Desired.



Every secret glance, every stolen touch pulled me deeper into a dangerous game we could never win.



Loving him was a sin. Wanting him was a crime.



Yet somehow, it all made sense.



Until it didn’t.