Doctors and Pharmacists Ch. 03

Maryam woke up earlier than usual the next morning. After indulging in a leisurely breakfast of fresh fruit and coffee, she gathered her things and headed out the door to drive to work. She rolled up to the hospital, taking her time to park. Entering the building, she made her way to the ward, wondering what lay in store for her today. She grabbed a pair of scrubs and headed towards the changing room, getting changed and then walking towards her ward.

As Maryam reached the doors to the ward, she paused outside, gathering herself before entering. Steeling herself with a deep breath, she swiped her ID card against the reader and pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside.

She started her usual pleasantries with some of the nurses on the ward, immediately noticing Laura, the nurse-in-charge for the day. "Morning!" Laura and Maryam greeted each other. Andrew looked up as Maryam entered the ward. A sly grin spread across his face as he glanced her over appreciatively, lingering on her figure before returning to the screen of the computer he was using.

After exchanging pleasantries and polite smiles, Maryam purposely turned in Andrew's direction, intending to say hello. He looked up and acknowledged her presence with a nod. Maryam felt her heart drop a little at such seemingly disinterest in her. In just a few seconds, she was wondering whether all the looks he gave her, the conversations she had - were all misread signals on her part.

"You doing okay?" Maryam asked casually, feigning disinterest despite the butterflies in her stomach. She wanted to gauge his reaction, desperate for any signs that may have proved her hunch wrong.

Andrew appraised her nonchalantly, replying dryly, "Just working hard." He smiled, letting his gaze drift lazily over Maryam's face, then her body as she brought out a chair for herself and logged onto a computer, skimming through some drug charts to screen them for any errors she could spot.

She struggled to focus on the task at hand, crossing and uncrossing her legs nervously, feeling Andrew's gaze on her, only to find him focusing on something else when she turned towards him for confirmation. As the hours ticked by, she became increasingly aware of Andrew's proximity.

There were a few times however, Maryam was sure Andrew's gaze had drifted toward Maryam throughout the day, causing her to blush and fidget nervously each time. As the ward round finished, the afternoon was left for the junior doctors to finish up the jobs that the ward round had generated. Maryam sat in the office on the ward, and Andrew sat next to her, where the only free computer lay.

As Andrew sat down beside Maryam, he stretched his legs out under the desk, accidentally touching her foot. He noticed her pull away quickly and apologised, but not before he caught a glimpse of her blush. They were soon joined by the other junior doctors on the ward, and a few minutes later, the office was bustling in conversation with Andrew leading it.

Maryam nonetheless felt a little ignored by Andrew - at various points of the conversation, Andrew seemed to turn down the opportunity to involve Maryam in the discussion, leaving her politely laughing along with everyone else without saying much herself. He did pause a few times to look at her, almost as though he wanted to say something to her, but ultimately refrained from it.

An hour or so later, all the junior doctors had to leave the office, whether to review patients or make important phone calls to other specialities. Andrew, having not insisted on taking any of this responsibility, was free to sit at the desk until he and Maryam were alone.

Maryam, left alone in the office with Andrew, tried to focus on her work but her mind wandered. Andrew, for his part, seemed a lot more comfortable making conversation with her now that they were alone.

Andrew looked at her with a curious smirk on his face, "What have you been up to all afternoon?" he asked, his tone light and playful. Maryam looked up from her computer screen, slightly flustered and surprised at his willingness to make conversation.

"I've been catching up on admin mostly," Maryam replied, avoiding direct eye contact. "We've got a paracetamol shortage, prescribing mistakes from your colleagues... the usual. How about you? How was your afternoon?"

Andrew smiled casually, "Long day at work." As he spoke, he casually extended his foot underneath the desk, gently bumping Maryam's ankle, this time without apologising. "But I can't complain. Especially not when I get to chill with my favourite pharmacist."

As Andrew spoke, Maryam felt her cheeks flush. She barely registered the compliment amidst her racing thoughts. Or was it a compliment? Did he just flirt with me? Under the desk, Maryam's foot froze, stuck in place for just a second.

Avoiding direct eye contact, Maryam forced a small smile. She shifted her foot, attempting to extricate herself from the warm tingles shooting up her leg. "What did you think of that Dr Patel, it's your first time working with her today, right?"

Andrew leaned back in his chair, letting his eyes travel over Maryam. "She seemed pretty competent," he mused aloud. He offered her a sly grin as he added, "Unlike some people."

"What do you mean?" Maryam asked Andrew. "Oh come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how useless Helena is. I mean, I'm more useful on the ward round - and I just stand around pretending to know what everyone's talking about," he says as he laughs.

Maryam couldn't help but let out a giggle. Helena was one of the other junior doctors but often appeared a little slow - Maryam herself had grown to become irked by her mistakes. However, Andrew's self-awareness surprised her. "Is that how you operate? Standing around pretending to know stuff?"

"But to be fair, I'm quite impressive when it comes to that particular talent." Andrew pushed his luck, a smirk lifting the corner of his lips. His leg subtly brushed against hers under the desk.

As Maryam giggled at Andrew's playful remark, she was shocked by her body's reaction to his innocent flirtation. She felt a warmth spreading through her, a blush rising to her cheeks once more.

"How have you found being on medicine for a change? Do you miss operating a lot?" Maryam asked, genuinely curious and finding the conversation easier now with him.

"You know - the thing about operating is that... it's like getting laid. I live for it," Andrew laughed.

"I don't think you're doing it right, then," Maryam said, surprised at how quickly her brain had come up with such a response, before laughing.

Andrew seemed a little surprised and taken aback by such a reply, but did laugh along with her, as they were joined by the other junior doctors on the ward, interrupting this part of their conversation.

As the group continued conversing, Maryam scrolled through her phone casually, a message from Rahim appearing suddenly on her screen. 'How's your day going babe?'

Maryam's pulse quickened as she read the message. It was as though his message had brought her back down to reality from her bubble. She took a deep breath, composing her thoughts before lying: 'Nothing much. You? X' She figured she wasn't really lying anyway - she doubted that the conversation with Andrew would be considered by Rahim as flirting. She did however, get the feeling that any awkwardness between her and Andrew had been defused for the first time.

As the end of the day approached, Maryam found herself eager to stay on the ward, wondering if she could engineer a situation where it was only her and Andrew in the office, to test whether the flirting was genuine or not. Unfortunately for her, she was called by one of her colleagues in the pharmacy dispensary, asking her to go and help with the workload there.

As Maryam packed her things, Andrew remained seated. She looked up, meeting his eyes across the desk. He smirked, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?"

The words hung in the air for a moment before Maryam replied softly, "Yes, see you tomorrow." She gathered her things and walked out, leaving Andrew with an smug grin on his face, watching her backside intently as she walked out.

On the way home, Maryam called Rahim. "Hey babe," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "How are you?" "Tired," he admitted. "But excited to hear about your day. Anything happen with err-- you know who?"

Maryam sighed, rubbing her temples. "Honestly, I don't know what to make of it. He's so unpredictable... It could be my imagination playing tricks on me, right?"

Rahim chuckled, "I doubt it. But maybe it's not real flirting yet." He paused before continuing cautiously, "Have you ever flirted with anyone besides me?" Maryam hesitated, her mind racing.

Maryam pondered Rahim's question, "Never seriously." She said, as they promised each other to continue the conversation at home, and she drove home in a daze, parking haphazardly outside her apartment. Upstairs, she kicked off her shoes, collapsed onto the couch, and took a deep breath before calling Rahim again.

"So in the morning, he just seemed like he was playing it cool. He just nodded to me in the morning. Then, after the ward round, we sat down and he told me how it was nice to have such 'lovely' company," Maryam recalled to Rahim over the phone.

Rahim's breath hitched, imagining Maryam being hit on by Andrew. "Hmm... interesting," he murmured. "What do you think?" "About what?" "About him enjoying your company - wanting to spend more time with you."

"I don't know if I'd call it wanting to spend more time with me," Maryam replied cautiously. "All he said was that it was nice to have lovely company." "But surely you must see it too, babe?"

Maryam exhaled, thinking of Andrew's words. "Yeah, maybe..." she conceded, traces of apprehension evident in her tone. She glanced up at Rahim, noting his eager expression. "You're enjoying this aren't you?"

"And you're loving it, aren't you?" Rahim retorted with a playful smirk. He loved pushing Maryam's boundaries, encouraging her to embrace desires she hadn't known existed.

Maryam took a deep breath, her mind racing. Was it possible? Had Andrew truly flirted with her? Or was she just projecting her desires onto a harmless, cordial interaction?

As Maryam thought over their interaction, she couldn't shake off the memory of Andrew's foot grazing hers under the table. She replayed every word, every gesture in her mind, searching for hints of flirting. She wondered whether those little grazes of Andrew's body on hers were worth mentioning, before writing them off as meaningless, deciding not to tell Rahim.

Rahim listened intently as Maryam recounted the rest of her encounter with Andrew, his gaze fixed on her lips as she spoke. When she fell silent, he said, "So, you enjoyed the conversation?"

After a moment of contemplation, Maryam sighed and sat up straighter. "He probably didn't mean anything by it." Rahim raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Are you trying to convince me... or yourself?"

"I honestly don't know anymore," Maryam admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "One minute I think it's just friendly banter, and the next... I feel like he might actually be into me."

"Oh and... uh.. one other thing. What are you planning to wear to work from now on?" Rahim asked. Maryam looked in confusion, wondering why he took a sudden interest in her clothing and why he was acting as though she would be dressing differently 'from now'.

Maryam froze for a moment, surprised by Rahim's unexpected query. She tore her mind away from the haze of daydreaming about Andrew and focused on Rahim. Raising an eyebrow, she queried, "Wearing to work?"

As Rahim's eyes crinkled in a smile, Maryam felt a spark of annoyance. She flopped back against the couch cushions, her arms folded defiantly across her chest, feeling slightly defensive. "Why does that matter?"

Rahim chuckled, taking in her expressive features. "Humour me," he said. He wasn't ready to push her further than she could handle yet. Anticipation buzzed through him as Maryam pondered how to respond.

"I'm not planning to change my style anytime soon," Maryam retorted, a slightly irritated frown on her face, arms remaining crossed defiantly.

"Because it matters to me," Rahim countered, undeterred by her resistance. His dark eyes glimmered mischievously. "I'm invested in the outcome here, remember? I want you to win him over, babe."

Maryam sighed, uncrossing her arms and letting them fall limply in her lap. She pondered Rahim's words, a knot forming in the pit of her stomach. It felt so wrong. Her own husband wanted her to fall into the arms of another man. "What does that even mean? Win him over? What if I don't want to?"

"I thought we had talked about this--" Rahim said. "No, you had talked about it, and I said I would think about it a few weeks ago," Maryam interrupted.

Rahim paused, taken aback by Maryam's defensive tone. "Okay..." He sighed, taking a moment to choose his next words carefully. "Look, I'm sorry if I came on too strong."

"You just seem really enthusiastic about this whole thing, like you've had the time to think about it," Maryam observed, eyebrows raised. "Maybe because I know that you secretly love it," Rahim teased, waggling his eyebrows.

"I don't understand why you'd want to jeopardise our relationship for some random guy at work," Maryam shot back, defensiveness clear in her voice.

"Look, babe, if you're not up for it, I can't force you. All I'm saying is you clearly enjoy his company and I'm not jealous, Maryam," Rahim said, calmly. "Far from it. Just the opposite in fact." He paused, taking a deep breath.

"I just think that we're only young once. If we're going to have fun, bring in a third person into the bedroom, well, we've only got now, haven't you? Before we start thinking about a family, about children..." Rahim explained.

"I see your point, and the more I think about it, I do want to try it too" Maryam said grudgingly. "But I just don't feel ready to expose myself like that yet. What if I misread the signals, or worse, he gets mad and reports me for sexual harassment?"

"We all know how much a hospital loves rumours," Maryam admitted, shrugging helplessly. "Besides, I'm not some bimbo who'll throw caution to the wind for a little excitement."

"Are you worried that he isn't worth the risk?" Rahim pressed gently. "Or are you afraid of losing control if things escalate? Of forgetting who you belong to?"

Maryam bit her lower lip, contemplating Rahim's question. "Both," she answered quietly. "What if I lose control?"

"I'm concerned, habibi," Maryam said. "There are just so many unknowns. What if people at work start to talk? And he---he has a wife. What if I start to like him too much? What happens then?"

"I understand those fears, habibi," Rahim soothed, his voice reassuring and calm. "But I promise you, I'm not going anywhere. We're in this together, remember? We'll keep things clean. Simple. We'll make some ground rules and it'll be a one time thing and he'll rotated and move on and it'll be finished" He reassured.

Maryam let out a sigh, her worry lines deepening. "Fine. What ground rules do you think we should have?" She asked, feeling the anxiety dissipating somewhat at his promise and plan.

"Okay, so I think we've already established that it should be a one-time thing, right?" Rahim asked.

"Obviously." Maryam replied.

"I think we should avoid you meeting in complete seclusion with him. Like fine, a room in the hospital is OK but I think him coming over to yours or vice versa is too much, unless I'm there too. I can't guarantee your safety that way," Rahim explained.

"And yeah, I guess just being honest and upfront about what we want - I think he'll appreciate something more to-the-point, speaking as a guy," Rahim added. "Can you think of anything else?" he asked.

"No - I think that sounds OK. I guess we can add in stuff later on if we need to," Maryam said, her mind lost in thought.

"So..." Rahim prompted, leaning forward closer to the camera on his phone, "What do you plan to wear?" Maryam considered his question, her fingers tapping idly against her cup. "Nothing too flashy," she said at last.

"I'm not talking about putting on a burqini," Rahim teased, smiling devilishly. "But maybe something a bit less covered up?" Maryam rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Like what?"

Maryam let out a sigh, rolling her eyes dramatically for Rahim's benefit. "I suppose you want me to prance around in miniskirts and low-cut tops?" she challenged, raising an eyebrow. Rahim grinned mischievously.

"I think I know what you're getting at," Maryam admitted, considering Rahim's request. She took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the steam rising from her mug. "The thing is, I don't usually dress in such a flashy way at work."

"I only suggest it because I want you to feel good about yourself. Wear something that makes you comfortable and confident. Confidence is sexy." He pauses for a few seconds before talking, "I mean, before COVID, you used to wear skirts with tights on, right? How about wearing those again?"

"The weather's warming up anyway," Rahim pointed out, shifting in his seat. "It's not exactly shorts season yet, but who says you can't enjoy a pair of tights and a skirt on a cool spring day?"

"I guess you have a point. A skirt would be comfortable," Maryam conceded. "And who doesn't love tights?" She grinned wickedly. Rahim's heart raced at the sight of her lively expression.

"But not too scandalous, right?" Maryam added, a note of vulnerability creeping into her voice. "No-one wants their colleagues gossiping about them." "Don't worry," Rahim assured her, giving her a smile.

"Not too scandalous, of course," Rahim reassured her. "We don't want people talking unnecessarily. But sometimes, a little whisper of recognition can be alluring."

"Like, what do you have in mind?" Maryam asked, curiosity piqued. She shifted on the couch, tucking her feet beneath her as she turned to face the phone and Rahim fully. "Anything specific I should try? Or avoid?"

Rahim's gaze held Maryam's captive, their connection crackling with energy. His pulse quickened as he replied, "I want you to test the waters."

"You mean tease him?" Maryam clarified, chewing her lip nervously. Her voice dropped to a mere whisper. "To see if he likes me as much as I think he does?" Rahim grinned, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Give him a glimpse of your intentions," Rahim instructed, leaning closer to the camera. "Suggest things that hint at what you want, rather than saying it outright." Maryam gulped, swallowing her nerves.

"It sounds risky," Maryam ventured, hugging her knees to her chest. "How will I even bring it up? We barely know each other!" Rahim smirked, his dark eyes gleaming mischievously. "Who says it has to be direct?"

"So what's your big plan?" Maryam prodded, trying to conceal the tremor in her voice. "How are you expecting me to be subtle about it?" "Think of it this way," Rahim said, his voice measured and calming.

"So, for instance," Rahim continued, his eyes never leaving Maryam's, "you might mention how much you appreciate him helping you at work, then follow it up with a playful joke about whether he prefers working with women."

Maryam chewed her lip, her brain spinning. "Okay..." she managed, still unsure, whilst she was unsure of her own abilities to flirt and hint in such a manner, she had a gut feeling that her natural persona would be enough to accomplish this approach without resorting to Rahim's suggestions.

"So what should I do if Andrew isn't interested?" Maryam asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "What if he thinks I'm too provocative or inappropriate?"

"Hmmm," Rahim pondered for a few seconds. "He's married, right? But that obviously hasn't stopped him from flirting with you..." he said. "Why don't you try asking him about his marriage?" Rahim suggested.

"His marriage?" Maryam hesitated, taken aback by the sudden shift in topic. "What does that have to do with anything? How would that even relate to me?" Maryam asked, furrowing her brows in confusion. She reclined against the armrest of her sofa, phone propped up against a cushion, facing Rahim.

"Because men who are happy in their marriages don't usually take notice of how attractive other women are," Rahim explained. "Even if they do, they tend to keep it to themselves and move on."

"What if his marriage is troubled?" Maryam wondered aloud, her gaze drifting into the distance as she contemplated the possibility. "Maybe that's why he's been paying attention to me."

"I don't know, in all honesty," Rahim murmured, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "We might be uncovering a secret." Maryam shivered at the implications. Could Andrew really be that desperate?

"I guess at the very least, it would a) give us more information about how his marriage is going and his intentions with you and b) it would signal to him that you are aware of these things and-- sort of signal to him that you are ready and willing," Rahim added.

"That's risky," Maryam breathed, her heart hammering in her chest. "Suppose he takes it the wrong way?" Rahim regarded her with an unwavering gaze.

"Well, if he's not willing to reciprocate or even acknowledge your advances," Rahim reasoned, "it may be better to know sooner rather than later. Plus - if you both know you are married, then it means a sort of mutually-assured destruction."

Maryam considered Rahim's words, and the simple, binary outcome that he had presented seem to provide more certainty, and with it, a fresh surge of determination fueling her newfound resolve. She was no longer merely playing with fire; she was courting danger. "Alright," she said, her voice steadier now.

"Okay," Maryam agreed, her pulse quickening. "Tomorrow, I'll wear a skirt to work. And I won't get changed into scrubs."

After disconnecting the call, Maryam lay awake most of the night, her thoughts consumed by Rahim's daring proposal. Everything in the last few weeks seemed to have moved at lightning speed. She wondered whether it had been moving too fast, and almost talked herself out of it, reaching for her phone and almost calling Rahim, before falling asleep.

The following morning, Maryam awoke earlier than normal, with a feeling of mixed anxiety and excitement. As the time for work arrived, Maryam selected a pair of fitted black tights and a knee-length skirt in a rich navy hue for her outfit, taking care to ensure the hemline fell just high enough to catch Andrew's attention without appearing overly ambitious. She completed the look with a white, satin blouse that covered her sleeves but still hugged her chest. Proud of her work, she FaceTime called Rahim.

Maryam adjusted the camera angle, ensuring Rahim got a full view of her ensemble. "What do you think?" she asked, twirling around playfully.

As Maryam spun around, showing off her outfit, Rahim sucked in a sharp breath. "Wow," he murmured, appreciation shining in his dark brown eyes. "You look incredible, babe. I love the skirt and top combo."

"Thank you," Maryam blushed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She paused, casting a glance at her reflection in the mirror behind Rahim. "Too much?" "Not at all. Perfect."

Maryam made her way downstairs, grabbing a banana and some yogurt for breakfast. She ate quickly, her mind racing with the upcoming day ahead.

The sky had brightened to a crisp blue by the time Maryam stepped out of her apartment, her heels clicking against the pavement as she made her way towards her car.

As Maryam drove to work, her thoughts were consumed by the events of the past few days. She gripped the steering wheel tighter, trying to mask the nervous tension coursing through her veins.

Maryam parked her car, the engine quieting as she turned off the ignition. Taking a deep breath, she smoothed out her skirt and blouse, steeling herself for what awaited her inside. Despite her reservations about everything, she had to admit that there was a part of her that found this newfound hobby exhilarating.

As Maryam strode down the bustling corridor towards the wards, she felt eyes on her, though she was unsure whether this was just paranoia. It almost seemed as though everyone at the hospital could see into her mind, into her intentions. She looked around, but saw no one familiar among the passing doctors and nurses.

Maryam breezed into the ward, her heels clicking on the polished floor. Andrew was nowhere to be seen, but she spotted a familiar face at the nurse's station and headed over. "Good morning, Laura!"

Laura greeted her warmly, her eyes momentarily trailing downwards to Maryam's attire. She cocked an eyebrow, "New outfit?" Maryam smiled, adjusting her blouse subtly. "Thought I'd mix things up a bit."

As Maryam and Laura continued chatting, a voice cut through their conversation, causing them both to turn. "Morning, ladies," Andrew greeted, approaching the nursing station with a charming grin on his face.

Andrew's gaze flicked briefly over Maryam's figure, pausing a fraction longer than necessary before returning to her face. "Morning," Maryam echoed, her pulse quickening at the feeling of his eyes on her.

Maryam bit her lip, studying Andrew's reaction. She realised too late that she had allowed her gaze to linger on his mouth for just a moment too long.

As Andrew's gaze landed on Maryam's exposed ankles, his eyes narrowed and traveled upwards in a blatant examination. Maryam felt her cheeks flush as she shuffled nervously in her seat.

Andrew's gaze slid past Maryam's face, focusing instead on her blouse. It was buttoned high enough to be professional, but the satiny material hinted at the swell of her breasts beneath.

As Andrew's gaze travelled up Maryam's body, he lingered for a heartbeat too long on her legs, encased in sleek, sheer tights that accentuated every curve. He cleared his throat, trying to regain composure. "Any sign of Dr Patel?" Andrew asked.

Maryam and Andrew spent the rest of the morning moving about the ward, tending to patients and performing routine checks. Throughout the morning, Maryam could feel Andrew's gaze following her, a warmth blossoming wherever it landed. She loved the sensation, her confidence growing with each stolen glance.

As lunchtime rolled around, Maryam and Andrew found themselves once again alone in the office, Andrew having grabbed a sandwich for lunch. "So, have you always lived in London?" He asked, mouth half full of food.

Despite the casual nature of the question, Maryam felt her nerves jangling beneath her skin. "No, I actually grew up in Manchester," she revealed.

Andrew raised an eyebrow, surprise evident in his eyes. "Manchester? Really? That's quite a commute." He gave a wry laugh. "But I suppose that explains why you're always disappearing early from work socials."

"So I got married and had to move south a few years ago," Maryam elaborated, her voice drifting off as she stared absently at her food. "What about you? Your wife?" she asked, forcing a smile, glancing visibly down at his ring.

"Did you meet her at university?" Andrew paused mid-bite, his jaw tense as he mulled over his response, looking at the ring and understanding how Maryam had arrived at the conclusion she had.

"That's--- Well, I'm not married," Andrew replied, his voice barely audible. He avoided Maryam's gaze, busying himself with his food. "What?" Maryam leaned forward, her eyes widening. "You're not? But-but your wedding ring."

Andrew's eyes snapped up, meeting Maryam's questioning gaze. He fumbled with the silver band on his left hand, twisting it absentmindedly. "This," he muttered, looking down again. "Divorced. Six months now."

After a pause, Andrew set his sandwich down and looked up at Maryam. "Things weren't going well for a while. But I suppose that's an understatement." He managed a bitter smile before continuing.

"But we stayed together longer than we probably should have," Andrew admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I guess I thought we owed it to ourselves to try and work things out."

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention anything to... you know. I just keep the ring on because it happened so recently and everyone in hospital loves gossiping, so it's easier this way," he explained.

Maryam's stomach churned as she processed Andrew's revelation. Divorced? She felt conflicted, part of her relieved that she wasn't partaking in the ruining of a marriage, the other feeling slightly deceived.

"That's... rubbish," Maryam breathed, struggling to hide her shock. "I'm sorry to hear that." Andrew shrugged, his expression guarded. "It is what it is. Anyway, enough about me."

"I'm genuinely sorry, Andrew. I shouldn't have brought it up," Maryam said, her voice filled with sincerity. "I hope I didn't upset you. " Andrew shook his head, offering Maryam a weak smile. "Don't worry about it."

"Well, at least now I can ask you to set me up with all of your cute pharmacist friends," Andrew teased, regaining his composure. Maryam laughed and rolled her eyes, although beneath that facade she felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of any of her pharmacist friends or colleagues dating him. She was a little confused by the comment - was this him testing her?

After lunch, Maryam found herself anxious to get back to work. She needed to process the new developments and didn't want to dwell on them during her break. She found herself wrestling with the implications and weighing the consequences of her actions.

Maryam tried to push Andrew out of her mind, focusing on the stack of drug charts in front of her. She absently flipped through the pages, trying to make sense of the intricate handwriting scribbled across them.

As the day wore on, Maryam's resolve weakened. She found herself stealing glances at Andrew whenever she thought he wasn't looking, her thoughts constantly revolving around his newfound status as a divorcee, before going home.

Late that evening, as Maryam nestled under the blankets in her cozy bedroom, she reached for her phone. Her thumb hovered over Rahim's number before she finally decided to make the call.

"You okay, babe?" Rahim's voice was soft and comforting over the phone. Maryam sighed, hesitating before responding. "I'm fine," she lied. "What's going on?"

"He's divorced," Maryam blurted out, bypassing formal greetings. Rahim was silent for a moment, absorbing the news. "When did you find out?"

"Today," Maryam replied, pausing.

"But how did it happen?" Rahim asked, his voice laced with concern. "He told me at lunch." Maryam sighed, sinking deeper into her pillows. "Apparently it's been a struggle for some time."

"He kept the ring on because he didn't want his colleagues to gossip," Maryam added quietly. "But it was clear that he didn't like talking about it. And I can't blame him, really."

Rahim paused, digesting this information. His mind whirled with possibilities. "So, does that change things?" he asked eventually. "It depends," Maryam replied.

"We've just been talking openly at work," Maryam confessed. "But he keeps making these remarks... I don't know if he might be testing me." Rahim listened attentively, his heart pounding with anticipation.

"I don't know, maybe I'm reading too much into it," Maryam sighed, hugging her knees to her chest. "It's just..." Her voice trailed off, lost in thought.

"Has he made any moves on you?"

Maryam shook her head slowly, her gaze fixed on the flickering candlelight reflected in the wine glass she held. "Not exactly," she admitted. "Just today, after he told me he was divorced, he joked about me setting him up with my pharmacist friends..." She continued, omitting to tell Rahim her jealousy at such a thought.

"So, what's your next move?" Rahim probed gently. Maryam considered his question, her mind racing.

"I feel like I need to spend a bit more time with him, alone. It's hard on the wards, constantly interrupted and worried about who's listening. An excuse to spend more time alone would be good," she pondered aloud.

Rahim responded with an eager, "Go on." Maryam licked her lips, taking a moment to compose her next words.

"So how about this," Maryam said, her eyes gleaming with a newfound spark of confidence. "Every year I need to do a quality improvement project at work. This year, I could do one related to surgery - and ask him for help. I could use it to spend some more time alone with him." Rahim thought about her proposal and nodded appreciatively.

"Would you be okay with that?" Maryam asked, a playful edge to her voice. "More time alone together?" Rahim let out a low chuckle, feeling a pang of jealousy for the first time himself.

"Well, I mean, I wouldn't want my wife going back to another man's place alone, obviously," he teased. "But in public spaces, like the hospital or just outside..." He continued.

Rahim reflected for a second and realised that he didn't really know what he wanted Maryam to do. What was the end-game? A threesome? Maryam sleeping with him?

He decided against airing these thoughts, worrying that his own doubt may seed further doubt in Maryam and jeopardise the progress she had made so far.

"I don't know. You think it's wise?" Maryam asked Rahim, now stress-testing her idea, voice was thick with anticipation. "Like what about his colleagues? And mine? Won't they talk if they see me spending extra time alone with him?"

"Who says we can't keep it discreet?" Rahim replied, his voice low and seductive. "There are plenty of empty consulting rooms and storerooms where you two can have a private chat."

"I just think it would be sensible to not be completely alone with him. After all, we don't know what he's like, really. Maybe book a table at a restaurant and I can watch from afar?" He suggested.

Maryam twisted her lips, drawing circles on the notepad as she weighed Rahim's suggestion. "I don't know, Rahim, I don't want to go so public so soon" she murmured, trepidation evident in her voice.

The seconds ticked by, stretching into minutes, as Rahim pondered Maryam's concerns. Eventually, he spoke. "Are you looking for an excuse to back out?"

"I'm just thinking out loud," Maryam admitted. "This is crazy. It's one thing to playfully flirt at work, but another entirely to intentionally isolate ourselves."

"You're right," Rahim conceded, running a hand over his stubbled jaw. "It is dangerous. But aren't all the best things?" Maryam shivered involuntarily at the implication.

"I'm just worried about what people would say. Andrew won't even take off a wedding ring because he's worried people are going to gossip. What would people say if they saw me and him together? Or if he went blabbing to everyone about it? He doesn't know what our culture is like." Her voice quivered, betraying her inner turmoil.

"It's true," Rahim acknowledged. "Discretion is vital, especially in a hospital." He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully.

"But it seems as though he wants the same thing, doesn't he? He doesn't want people know he's divorced, and I'm sure he won't want people to think he's cheating on his wife. Maybe discretion is just as important to him as it is to us," Rahim suggested.

Rahim's thoughtful words sunk into Maryam's consciousness, resonating with truth. She pondered silently, the notion of shared secrets with Andrew creating an unexpectedly intimate bond between them.

"I think you're right," Maryam whispered into the receiver. "I need to give this some serious thought."

"So, you still haven't decided?" Rahim inquired. He held his breath, awaiting her response.

"I'm just worried that... maybe I'm reading too much into it," Maryam confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe it's all in my head." Rahim let out a low chuckle, his tone reassuring.

After a pause, Maryam sighed. "Fine. I'll do it." Her voice trembled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "I'll ask him for help on my QIP." Rahim's heart pounded with triumph as he responded, "Tomorrow?"

"Okay, tomorrow. But I don't know how he's going to react," Maryam fretted, imagining various scenarios in her head. Rahim, sensing her hesitation, encouraged her firmly. "It will be fine. Trust me, habibi."

Maryam couldn't believe how quickly her life had become entwined with Andrew's. After carefully considering every detail, she concluded that her chances of maintaining privacy were higher than expected. After all, if Andrew had gone to such lengths to hide his divorce, he surely must be at least a somewhat private individual.

That night, Maryam hardly slept a wink. Tossing and turning, her thoughts darted between fears and fantasies of the impending confrontation with Andrew.

Early the next morning, Maryam selected a form-fitting pencil skirt and matching blouse for her outfit. The fabric was soft to touch, clinging just enough to show off her figure without being too provocative.

After pulling on her cream-colored tights and smoothing the waistband of her skirt, Maryam made her way downstairs. She paused halfway, turning back for a final check in the hallway mirror.

Maryam tucked her navy pea coat tightly around her waist, cinching the belt to accentuate her curves. She ran her fingers through her glossy brown waves, leaving her long locks cascading freely down her back.

As Maryam entered the ward that morning, she scanned the room for any familiar faces. Spotting Andrew near a patient's bedside, she swiftly navigated through the maze of beds, her heels clicking against the floor.

Andrew glanced up from his computer, breaking into a warm smile at the sight of Maryam approaching, turning his full attention to her as she reached his side.

"You look smart," Andrew commented, his gaze lingering on Maryam's form-fitting blouse and pencil skirt. He stifled the urge to whistle, stepping aside to allow her space.

Maryam flashed Andrew a thankful smile, pressing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm glad you think so," she said, tilting her head slightly, putting the back of her hand below her chin and closing her eyes, feigning a pose. She started resting her bag on the bed beside the patient's notes. "Listen, I need to talk to you."

Andrew raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Uh-oh, trouble in paradise?" he teased lightly. "Sorry, bad joke. Talk to me." Maryam leaned back against the wall, her cheeks flushed pink.

"Actually, I've been meaning to speak to you about this annoying QIP I have to do." Maryam said, shifting her weight from one heel to the other, her nervousness palpable.

Andrew chuckled, "Oh yeah, what's that about?" he asked as they began walking towards his desk. Maryam's face lit up and she launched into her prepared speech, relieved that he hadn't dismissed her out of hand.

"Well, I'm looking into ways to improve patient discharge processes within the surgical department. But I'm struggling to pinpoint where the delays lie specifically. Any ideas?"

Andrew raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Improving discharges? Are you trying to give me more work?" Maryam laughed. "Something like that." She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the edge of the desk.

Andrew smirked, crossing his arms. "Just kidding. But, as flattered as I am by your request, it does sound awfully dull." He surveyed Maryam with mocking amusement. "Then again, who knows?"

"So, what's in it for me?" Andrew asked, leaning back against the edge of the desk. His legs brushed against Maryam's beneath her skirt.

"Other than personal satisfaction?" Maryam teased.

"I'll buy you lunch," Maryam offered. "Well, that improves matters," Andrew said, pushing off from the desk and standing up straight. "Lunch it is. And no cold sandwiches. I want a proper meal," he said, grinning.

"When?" Maryam asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Whenever you like," Andrew replied, shrugging nonchalantly. "How about Friday after work if you're free?"

"Friday then," Maryam repeated, a slow smile spreading across her face. Maryam felt a thrill run through her as she realised this could be the perfect opportunity to test his boundaries.

Maryam went home that day still feeling unsure about Andrew's intentions, yet she did find some comfort in the fact he hadn't shot down her idea straight away. At least this way, she had a day to look forward to - a day where she hoped to get slightly clearer answers to her questions.

"We're going to meet on Friday," she told Rahim over FaceTime. "It will be in public, we'll just go to the canteen and talk there. Out in the open, no risk to anyone. How does that sound, babe?" She asked.

"Perfect," Rahim replied. "How are you feeling, babe?"

"Nervous. I'm still not convinced but... let's see how it goes. Even if he rejects me - us - he's probably only going to stay for another few weeks," she started to rationalise to herself.

Her words betrayed her doubt and lack of clarity over what she and Rahim wanted, though. What was the goal? Her sleeping with Andrew? Him having a threesome with her and Rahim? What happened if he wanted one but not the other? Nonetheless, she blew Rahim a kiss goodbye over FaceTime and went to sleep.

Later that week, Maryam was alone in the office, frantically preparing slides for her presentation to the director of pharmacy services. Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door.

Andrew pushed open the door, sticking his head in before entering. "Working hard, or hardly working?" he teased, catching sight of Maryam hunched over her laptop.

Andrew sauntered in, carrying a tray with two coffees and a box of chocolates. "I come bearing gifts," he declared, placing the tray on Maryam's desk. She looked up, her face lighting up at the sight of him.

Maryam's eyes widened in delight. "Andrew! Thanks so much." She moved the books scattered on her desk to make room for the treats. He took a seat opposite her, his curious gaze landing on her screen.

Maryam swivelled her chair to face Andrew, grateful for the interruption. "I can't stay long," he apologised, sipping his coffee. "Managed to sneak onto an operating list - next patient will be ready in half an hour. So, what's this QIP about? Just so I can have a think before Friday."

Maryam hesitated, selecting her words carefully. "Basically, the aim is to identify bottlenecks in the patient discharge process."

She leaned back in her chair, drawing the hem of her skirt down. Noticing Andrew's gaze lingering on her calves, she bit her lip to suppress a victorious smile.

"I've done a bit of research," Maryam explained, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "But I'm stuck on finding concrete examples that I can recommend as an intervention, so I thought I'd get your opinion on it," she explained.

"So tell me more about these bottlenecks," Andrew urged, his eyes never straying from Maryam's. "I'm all ears." Maryam bit her lip, assembling her thoughts into coherent sentences.

"I've noticed some delays when it comes to post-operative discharge planning," Maryam began hesitantly, noting the hunger in Andrew's eyes. "I was wondering if you could predict who was going to have major surgery and pre-emptively plan any discharge needs."

"So, basically you need insider knowledge," Andrew summed up, taking a sip of his coffee. "Someone familiar with the surgical process, the teams involved... someone like me, for example?"

"Here I thought you picked me because of my dashing looks and excellent fashion sense," he teased.

Maryam rolled her eyes. "You realise scrubs don't count as fashion? I've never seen you out of them, starting to think you go to bed in them," Maryam laughed.

He laughed, eyes crinkling. "That's rich, coming from you. That outfit caused at least two patients to walk into doors today."

Maryam blushed but giggled at the same time, she couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips. "They need to work on their coordination."

Andrew leaned in, resting his arms on the table. "Was that the only reason you picked me?" he teased.

Maryam paused, suddenly aware of the weight in his question. This was her moment--play it cool, or lean in?

"Well," she said slowly, voice soft, "I figured if I was going to suffer through talking to a surgeon, I might as well do it with someone whose company I actually enjoy."

Andrew's expression didn't shift immediately, but something in his posture relaxed. He leaned back in his chair, studying her. "You're full of surprises."

"So, would you mind running me through a typical day in surgery? Show me exactly where everything comes together so I can spot my opportunities to predict patient outcomes." Maryam steered the conversation back to the project, wondering whether she'd given too much away.

"Absolutely, I can help with that," Andrew agreed eagerly. "In fact, I could even show you the post-op clinic list, maybe in the afternoon today if you're interested?. The full circle of care, so to speak."

"I'd love that, thank you," Maryam accepted the offer. Glancing at her watch, she noted the late hour.

"Could we meet at six, once everything settles down with work?" Andrew asked.

Despite her initial reluctance, she felt exhilarated at the prospect of seeing Andrew alone after hours.

The clock struck six, and Maryam closed down her laptop, gathering her belongings. She hoped no one would question why she was staying back to meet Andrew after work hours. She decided against telling Rahim about the impromptu meeting - instead hoping she could surprise him with some good news.

"Ready to go?" Andrew asked, flashing Maryam a warm smile as he poked his head into her office.

"I am," Maryam replied, placing her laptop in her bag. She stood up, adjusting the skirt of her pencil dress as she rose. "Shall we?" Andrew gestured towards the door, a gleam in his eye.

Maryam and Andrew walked down the bustling corridor, their footsteps echoing off the empty walls of the hospital. Andrew paused for a second. "Shit. Do you mind if we go to my flat? I'm living in the hospital accommodation, just a minute away. I've just realised I forgot to give my dog any food all of today."

Maryam blinked in surprise, thrown by Andrew's unexpected invitation. "Your place?" she stammered, uneasiness stirring within her. Andrew sensed her discomfort and offered a reassuring smile.

"Only for a moment," he hastily added. "You can wait outside while I give him some food. Or just wait here" Maryam relaxed a little at the clarification. "Okay, that's fine," she agreed, trying to suppress a sense of unease.

As they walked through the back entrance of the hospital to his flat, Maryam couldn't shake the feeling that she was playing with fire. But at the same time, there was no denying the thrill of stepping into the forbidden zone with Andrew.

Arriving at a rather dull looking set of flats, Andrew fumbled for his keys while Maryam remained awkwardly planted outside, hugging her jacket close to protect against the brisk April chill.

"I promise it'll only be a minute," Andrew insisted, glancing back at Maryam. "In fact, you're welcome to come inside if you'd like."

"Oh, um, alright," Maryam stuttered, taken aback by Andrew's sudden invitation. "If you're sure?" she added hesitantly, stepping into the dimly lit hallway behind him.

As Maryam followed Andrew into his flat, her eyes swept over the minimalistic interior, taking in the subtle hints of a man living alone. The scent of sandalwood and faint traces of tobacco lingered in the air.

"What breed is your dog?" Maryam inquired, attempting to ease the awkwardness of the situation. "Oh, he's a Cocker spaniel.... and evidently asleep upstairs. You're not afraid of dogs, are you?" Andrew replied with a chuckle, discarding his coat on the nearby armchair.

Maryam shook her head, laughing softly. "No, dogs are fine," she assured him. As Andrew disappeared into the kitchen, Maryam took a moment to survey the contents of his living room.

As Maryam wandered further into the living room, she noticed a framed photograph on the mantelpiece. She picked it up and studied it, her curiosity piqued by the striking blonde woman posing beside Andrew.

Maryam's gaze lingered on the photo, her heart fluttering at the realisation that this woman was likely Andrew's ex-wife.

Maryam returned the photograph to its place, her fingertips brushing lightly over the smooth glass. She sighed, idly tracing patterns on the surface of the mantelpiece with her finger.

"I just got you a cup of tea. It felt weird to sit downstairs without one." Andrew said as he walked in, glancing at the picture as he did so. Maryam shook her head, mortified at being caught with her nose in someone else's business.

"Thank you," Maryam murmured, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the mug. She wrapped her cold hands around the warm ceramic, welcoming the heat radiating into her palms.

He gestured for her to take a seat on the inviting sofa, which she did, tracing the soft fabric with her fingers.

Andrew sat down next to Maryam, handing her a mug. Their knees touched briefly as he settled himself on the cushions. Maryam could feel the heat radiating from his body, the smell of his cologne enveloping her.

Maryam wrapped her fingers around the mug, taking a sip of hot tea. She kept her gaze on the cup, avoiding eye contact with Andrew by pretending to be on her phone. As she did so, she became acutely aware of how close he was to her.

Both could sense the electricity in the air. The quiet intimacy of Andrew's living room, coupled with the slight closeness of his body to hers, had sparked a fiery tension within her.

"So did you want to show me the post-op clinic list?" Maryam asked, taking a small sip of her tea. She fought to steady her nerves, trying to focus on anything but the unspoken magnetism between them.

"Yes, let me just load up my laptop," Andrew replied, trying to keep his voice steady despite the sparks flying between them. his fingers tapped impatiently on the keys and frame of the laptop as he waited for it to load. Neither felt sure about bringing up the topic of going back to the hospital to go over the work as initially planned.

"I should probably turn on some lights," Andrew suggested, pointing his remote control at the lamp beside the sofa. A soft glow emanated from the lampshade, casting a warm ambience around the room.

Maryam nodded, her eyes reflecting the warm glow of the lamplight. "Yup," she agreed, sliding closer to Andrew on the couch to peer at his screen. "Let's see those post-op lists."

As Andrew angled the laptop towards Maryam, their legs brushed unintentionally. They both froze for a moment, stealing glances at one another. A flicker of electricity ignited in the air as their gazes locked.

Wordlessly, they leaned closer until their mouths pressed together, sealing the unspoken agreement.

Maryam's breath hitched in her throat as their lips met, a soft gasp escaping into Andrew's mouth.

He responded immediately, his hand cupping her cheek as he pulled her closer.

The kiss was soft, gentle even. Their lips played together in sync, tender yet urgent. Maryam parted her lips, inviting Andrew's tongue to trace hers.

Maryam's lips, slick with moisture, made it impossible for Andrew to resist. Her kiss tasted like sweet surrender, fuelling his desire.

With a soft moan, Andrew's hand drifted down to rest on Maryam's thigh, his thumb stroking her flesh through the thin fabric of her tights.

Maryam's heart raced as Andrew's thumb traced circles on her thigh, inch by excruciating inch, nearing the hem of her skirt.

At some point over the next few seconds, Maryam's thoughts were interrupted by the thought of her husband - and a feeling of unmistakable guilt came across her, pulling her away from Andrew.

"Sorry - I'm so sorry - I should go," Maryam murmured, pulling back from Andrew's kiss reluctantly. Her lips were swollen and tender, her pulse throbbing in her neck. She couldn't quite meet his gaze as she gathered her things.

Maryam stood up abruptly, her handbag clutched tightly in her grasp. "I - erm," she murmured, averting her eyes. "I need to go home now."

Maryam hurriedly made her way to the front door, pushing past Andrew who was still seated on the couch. Andrew seemed to snap back to reality as Maryam's words sank in.

After throwing the door open and letting herself out, Maryam stormed down the stairs, guilt gnawing at her.

Maryam's heart pounded as she descended the stairwell, each step echoing her escalating panic. She dabbed at her swollen lips with a trembling hand, wiping away the remnants of Andrew's fervent kisses.

As Maryam strode down the narrow staircase, her heels clicking sharply against the stone steps, she struggled to reconcile the sudden shift from innocent flirtation to passionate kissing.

Maryam stumbled onto the cold, damp street outside, drawing in a shaky breath as she huddled her coat tightly around herself.

As Maryam rushed to her car, fumbling with the keys in her trembling hands, she knew she had to set things straight with Rahim. She couldn't bear to keep this secret any longer.

Maryam switched on the ignition, gripping the steering wheel tight. The car's interior felt suffocatingly warm after the cool breeze of the spring evening.

As Maryam sped through the dark streets towards home, her mind raced, plagued by a chaotic medley of images and sensations: the taste of Andrew's kiss, the brush of his fingers on her leg, and, most importantly, the guilt that clawed at her gut.

Maryam's hands shook as she called Rahim, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. When he answered, his casual, unaware tone made Maryam feel even worse. "Hey babe, finishing a little late today?" Rahim asked.

"Yeah--- what about you?" Maryam asked, not wanting to go further into any explanation. "I finished a bit late, had a few things to handover, just got home." Rahim stated calmly when Maryam answered. She let out a sigh, relieved that he didn't seem angry or suspicious. "Aw, have you had dinner yet?" she asked tentatively. Even the normality of the conversation made her feel guilty.

"It's okay, I've just finished cooking," Rahim replied. "How about you? Have you eaten?" "Not yet. Only just left work, there were a lot of TTOs in screening today," Maryam lied, avoiding the real reason for her delayed return.

"Oh, right," Maryam exhaled, relieved that Rahim hadn't suspected a thing. "That sounds rough, are you feeling okay?" She asked. "I miss you!" Maryam added, genuine in her feelings but feeling hypocritical given what had just happened with Andrew.

As Maryam grappled with her conscience throughout the drive home, a strange yearning persisted. An emptiness lingered in the pit of her stomach, left behind by Andrew's fleeting embrace.

Maryam fidgeted with the buttons of her coat, inhaling deeply as she stepped out of the car and headed indoors. Once inside, she slipped off her heels and padded silently through the darkened flat.

Inside the flat, the air was cold and still, the only sound the distant hum of traffic outside. Maryam slipped out of her coat, draping it over a chair, then moved to the bathroom.

Maryam shed her stockings, bunching them in her fist before tossing them aside. She let out a shuddering breath, watching the last traces of Andrew dissipate in the still air.

As Maryam entered the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her lips were puffy from Andrew's intense kiss, her skin glowing with residual excitement.

Maryam avoided her reflection, focusing instead on the rhythmic motion of the shower head. Hot water streamed down her body, massaging her aching muscles as her mind whirred with unanswered questions.

As Maryam stepped out of the shower, she towelled herself off, then slipped into a robe. She made her way to their bedroom, the towel still wrapped around her hair.

Maryam stepped out of the shower, wrapping her wet curls in a soft terrycloth turban. She donned a silky robe, savouring the feeling of the cool fabric against her heated skin.

She lay down on the bed, alone in her flat, closing her eyes, replaying the events of today in her head.

Imagining the little glance she exchanged with Andrew just before they kissed, the gentle kiss they shared initially, followed by the more carnal and aggressive kissing that followed. His tongue touching and intertwining with hers, her mouth moving in reciprocity. She felt herself shiver slightly, a heat radiating from her loins.

Maryam's body responded to the memories, her nipples hardening beneath the silk of her robe. She couldn't deny the chemistry she felt with Andrew. It was intense, like an electric current pulsating between them.

Maryam's mind played out a scene of her in Andrew's arms, their tongues entangled, bodies pressed together. A warmth pooled between her legs, awakening desires she had long suppressed.

As the memory of Andrew's firm grip on her thigh brought her body back to life, Maryam eased her hand beneath the elasticated waistband of her pyjama bottoms, parting her lips as she felt the downy softness of her mound.

Maryam's slender fingers dipped further, tracing the outline of her slit before sliding along her opening. She gasped at the first touch, her legs tightening around her hand.

The tips of Maryam's fingers brushed against her delicate bud, igniting a spark within her. Her breath hitched as she explored herself, aided by the vivid images of Andrew's strong arms embracing her.

Maryam's fingers delved deeper, parting her velvety folds as she imagined Andrew's fingers exploring her most intimate places. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she touched the slick heat at her core.

Maryam's toes curled as she flicked her clitoris, the touch sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. Lost in her fantasy, she pictured Andrew above her, his lips devouring hers with fierce passion.

Maryam groaned into her pillow, aching to release the pent-up tension within her. She arched her back, allowing her body to tense and slacken in rhythm with the ebbing desire coursing through her veins.

Maryam's breath quickened as her finger traced the perimeter of her clit, teasing the sensitive nub.

Maryam's fingers skimmed her inner folds, circling her entrance before dipping inside. She gasped as two fingers plunged into her, beginning a rhythmic dance that matched the frantic beat of her heart.

Maryam's fingers slick with her arousal, she probed herself, writhing on the sheets. Her gasps were barely muffled by the pillow beneath her face. The memory of Andrew's eager kisses fuelled her need.

Her ragged breaths echoed in her ears as Maryam's fingers thrust inside herself, mimicking Andrew's hungry mouth. She envisioned his tongue exploring her depths, lapping at the juices pooling between her thighs.

Maryam's fingers continued their relentless exploration, drawing out moans and whimpers as her body demanded more.

Maryam's gasps grew louder as she brought herself to the precipice. The memory of Andrew's ardent kisses was imprinted on her lips, and now they uttered soft cries of pleasure.

Rahim's call jarred Maryam from her reverie. She withdrew her fingers momentarily, confirming a FaceTime call from her husband, before ignoring and putting the phone back down and continuing to pleasure herself.

The phone continued to ring for a while, interspersed with messages asking her where she was. Maryam continued to ignore them, eyes closed and in a whole other world, approaching orgasm.

Maryam's breath came in short, sharp gasps as she slipped her fingers back inside herself. Her eyes remained closed, allowing her imagination to transport her to the embrace of another lover.

Maryam's breath caught as her fingers circled her engorged clit. She imagined Andrew above her, capturing her mouth with his, exploring the confines of her lips.

Maryam's body shuddered violently as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Her throbbing centre ached for release, yearning for Andrew's touch.

Maryam's fingers trembled as she withdrew them, the scent of her arousal filling her nostrils. She rolled onto her side, clutching the sodden towel to her chest.

Maryam hugged the towel tighter around herself, squirming on the damp sheets. She winced as she rolled onto her back, acutely aware of the trail her fingers had left upon her delicate skin.

As Maryam regained her senses, she felt a pang of guilt. Did Rahim just assume that she had fallen asleep? He would be waiting for her to return the call soon. Sighing, she reluctantly disengaged from her reverie.

Maryam reached for her phone, mind still reeling from the most intense orgasm she had ever had, wondering just how she was going to explain all of this to Rahim.