I am Ishrat.
After almost two weeks of constant flirting, soft touches, and whispered promises, the day finally came.
It was a quiet evening. The children were already asleep in the other room. Sabiha and I were sitting on the bed in our bedroom when Sadab walked in, holding Noor's hand gently but firmly. He had told her to come to our bedroom after dinner.
Noor looked nervous and shy. She was wearing a simple light green salwar kameez, her long hair tied in a loose braid. As soon as she stepped inside and saw both me and Sabiha already there, her cheeks turned bright red.
"Bhaiya… why did you call me here?" she asked in a soft, trembling voice, looking down at the floor.
Sadab gave her that same mischievous smile I knew so well — the one that had once made my own heart race years ago.
"I will teach you, Noor," he said calmly, "how a woman actually becomes pregnant… and how she gives birth to a child."
Noor's face burned with embarrassment. She fidgeted with the edge of her dupatta and replied in a meek, almost inaudible tone, "I… I have read about it in books, Bhaiya. I know the full process."
Sadab didn't let her finish. He pulled her closer by the hand, right in front of both me and Sabiha. In one smooth motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her into his embrace. His other hand boldly went behind her and caught her soft, rounded hip. He gave it a firm, possessive squeeze, then landed a soft slap on her ass cheek. The sound was quiet but clear in the silent room.
Noor gasped, her body stiffening with shock.
Before she could pull away, Sadab leaned down and gave her a quick, warm peck on her lips — not deep, but enough to make her eyes widen in surprise.
"You only know the theory, Noor," he whispered against her lips, his voice low and husky. "I will show you how it is done in practice."
Noor stood there completely flushed, her breathing fast and shallow. Her lips were slightly parted, and she looked utterly embarrassed, yet she didn't try to run or push him away. After a few seconds of silence, she nodded shyly, her voice barely a whisper:
"Okay… I will come."
Sadab smiled victoriously. He kept his hand on her hip, gently rubbing the spot he had slapped, while looking at me and Sabiha with a proud, satisfied expression.
I sat there on the bed, watching my 18-year-old cousin being pulled into the same trap that had once caught me and then my sister. My heart was beating fast — a strange mix of jealousy, guilt, and that old twisted excitement I hated to admit.
Sabiha glanced at me but said nothing. We both knew what was going to happen tonight.
Sadab had finally brought Noor into our bedroom.
And from the shy, blushing way she had nodded, it was clear she was going to let him teach her the "practical" lesson he promised — whether she fully understood what that meant or not.
I am Ishrat.
And once again, I was going to watch my husband claim another girl — this time my own young cousin — right in front of me.