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Introduction: Arrangements that work out well… but for who Nadia, you should really start to settle down said Aunt One
It is a shame to your family that at 23 you have no husband! said Aunt Two
Your are causing so much distress for your poor mother said Aunt One
As a Pakistani girl, your priority should be marriage not a career said Aunt Two
Do you even have a boyfriend Nadia? asked Aunt One
Please Nadia, we do not do lesbian in our culture! said Aunt Two in disgrace
NO!!!, No Aunty I am not a lesbian, I have… a boyfriend in London! explained Nadia
Oh, is he of good background? asked Aunt One
Is he Pakistani? asked Aunt Two
Is he of good social background? asked Aunt One
Erm.. yes he is from a good family, a good Pakistani family! explained Nadia
So sorry, the queue in to toilets was too long apologised Nadias mother as she sat down
Nadia was telling us about her boyfriend! explained Aunt One to Nadias embarrassment
Huh? said Nadias mother confused
Yes, anyway I will see why this wedding has not started! said Nadia exiting the table

Nadia walked towards the door of the banqueting suite, walking towards her car for a break. She knew coming home for this wedding was a mistake, the backward mentality of the community she left behind always amazed her, the aspirations for women were to be a good housewife, but Nadia got out of the area and moved 150miles away to London where she could be free and enjoy the western world. She had no time for men, she just wanted to be successful in her career and get on with her independence. She was always different to the other girls and had no time for their boring conversations about kitchen appliances.

She returned to the wedding, sitting back on the table where she could hear how happy the Aunts were for her mother that she had a man, Nadia ignored the conversation, smiling occasionally to show interest but she knew she was single and just played along. The wedding finally ended and Nadia was now alone in the car with her Mother.

Nadia, who is this man? asked Nadias Mother
Erm, he is someone in London mum! said Nadia not wanting to give detail
Well when will you marry? asked her Mother
Mum, it isnt that serious! said Nadia rolling her eyes
Nadia, we dont do boyfriends in our custom, if you have a boyfriend you must marry him! scolded her Mother So you are just seeing men like a whore?
No mum, I mean we havent yet got to that stage! she explained
This is not your role to look at readiness it is your family, you have to bring him to see me! she said
But mum…! she protested
Nadia, for the first time I have not been ashamed of you, my daughter will finally marry! smiled the Mother
I will bring him when I next come to visit! said Nadia wondering when this was going to end

Nadia got back to her mothers house, changed and made her excuses about work to get back to London. The next day, she went to work as normal forgetting her cultural ordeal whilst she sipped a cappuccino in a trendy coffee bar. Her Mother had called several times and she thought she better call back.

Hi Mum! she said
Nadia…. where have you been? shouted her Mother
At work, why? asked Nadia concerned
I have spoken to the grand hotel and they have dates available for the reception explained her Mother
MUM!!!! screamed Nadia losing her business like composure
Nadia, I have told you that this is serious and we have to make plans! said her Mother
But… I …. okay! said Nadia resigning

Nadia got home to her penthouse apartment after a hard meeting, finally she could relax but this fake marriage was now playing on her mind. How was she going to get out of this, she looked over at the red light flashing on her answer machine and played the messages, all 5 were of relatives congratulating her on her engagement. Is this going to end, thought Nadia!! She logged on to the internet to find a distraction and came across an Asian dating website, she began to think that she could actually find a man and then make all of this actually work

She registered onto the site, she knew she was attractive, she had a size 10 figure, double D breasts and was fair skinned. She scanned other profiles and did not see anything of interest but she was not looking for her prince, just a man… any man. She realised the time and went to sleep as she had work the next day. She woke up a bit late, but managed to get to her meeting on time, she was preoccupied by the calls on her phone which she was not answering as they were more family members. The day went slow and she returned home to a further 5 messages on the answer phone which she deleted without listening to. She logged on desperately to the dating site, wondering why she was getting so stressed. Why doesnt she just tell everyone she is single or that he left her? Because now it was shame her Mother!

She was surprised to see a staggering 23 messages awaiting her, some were men living in Pakistan looking for a visa to come to the UK, however a few were from London and she replied back to them. That evening she exchanged messages with 4 of them, eager to meet and not realising that most women want to get to know the men they are talking to. She had booked herself a different man every evening that week, her first being tomorrow evening.

The next day, she finished work and made her way to the bar to meet Imran, a 25 year old Accountant from West London. She greeted him like he was a business client and conducted the date as a business meeting almost interviewing him. She started to visualise herself being married to him, he was dull but it could work she thought. She ended the date on what she thought was a success partnership development and went home, only to find that Imran had left her a message saying he was no longer interested.

She was disappointed, but received another 18 messages which she had filtered and arranged further dates with. Her diary now becoming very full with lunch and dinner dates, and her weekend meeting 3 men on each day. The dates became very routine, most guys either wanting a long term relationship with marriage possibly, they were fairly westernised and also thinking this was a big commitment they wanted to take time over. But Nadia had no time. Three of the guys were just interested in sex, and two were already married looking for an affair. Nadia was becoming disheartened it had now been a week and her Mother was already talking about bringing her husband to be around.

Sunday arrived, Nadia was tired but knew she had three dates lined up. Her lunch date was another disappointment and the early bar date was another married man! Her dinner date didnt hold much hope and Nadia only went as she was hungry.

Nadia? asked a man in a deep Pakistani accent
Yes! said Nadia shocked she had booked a date with a fresh immigrant
I am Abdul! he said smiling
Right, nice to meet you! said Nadia just wanting to eat and leave
You are pretty! he said trying to break the ice
Thanks! she said not looking up from the menu
So, you like this restaurant? he asked trying to start conversation
Yes, so tell me about you…. what are you looking for? she asked bluntly
I need wife! he responded directly
Need? asked Nadia
Yes, I want to stay in this country so need wife! he said almost shocking himself
Right…. it doesnt matter if you dont love the woman? she asked intrigued
I want Bollywood romance, but this is a dream I just need to survive! he said
So how long have you been looking? she asked
I have been looking maybe 2-3 months, mainly English ladies! he said
And? You havent found anyone? she asked
I want Pakistani girl so my family will accept! he explained
Right! she said wondering if this could be a mutual arrangement

The date ended well, Nadia thought about how the arrangement with Abdul could work. She was not looking for love and neither was he. They could marry, be like flatmates and both get what they want. The idea did also turn her stomach, this man was financially below her, the lowest social grade he worked in a chicken shop and was everything she despised.

Another week went by and Nadia had encountered a further 10 men all of whom had not been suitable. Her Mother constantly phoning and making arrangements was pressurising the situation. For Nadia this was becoming more of a business transaction and Abdul was becoming a viable option. Nadia decided to call him

Hi! she said
Hello? he said wondering who it was
Its Nadia! she said
Oh… helloooo! he said shocked that someone of her calibre would call back
I was wondering if we could meet tomorrow, night? she asked
Of course, I would like very much! he said now in complete amazement
Ok, same restaurant at 7pm! she said
Yes, Yes I will be there! he said
Bye! she said putting the phone down

The next evening they met at the restaurant
Hi Abdul! she said
Hello! he said
I will cut to the point, you need a wife and I need a husband. We can get married and both of us will be happy! she said abruptly
OK, but you are a pretty woman why? he said wondering what the catch is
Thank you, however I have no time for romance! she said coldly
Ok…! he said anxiously about the type of woman she was
My family want me to marry by Summer, is this good for you? she asked going for the close
Well, my visa has 6 weeks left! he said
6 weeks!!! she said stunned
I appreciate your help! he said
Ok, but we have to change a few things! she said going for the deal
What? he asked
My family need to believe you are from a rich family in Pakistan, you also have to get better clothes and say that you are here to educate yourself as your family always send their heirs to the UK for education she listed
I have no good clothes! he said
Dont worry, I can get you this! she explained
OK! he said obeying
Right, next weekend I need to take you to meet my family! she demanded
This is ok, I can come! he said going with the plan
Your family can not get involved, they will be in Pakistan and cant come to wedding! she insisted
Fine, but your family would want some dialogue no? he asked
Yes…. yes they probably will! she said wondering how
It is ok, I have a friend who can talk on phone and pretend! he offered
Brilliant! she said

The following weekend, Nadia and Abdul drove the 150 mile trip back to Nadias hometown. Abdul was wearing a designer suit, had a haircut and actually looked classy, if it wasnt for his accent this would be perfect thought Nadia. Abdul was rehearsing the facts of his fantasy life, his family was in the gem industry and they were very wealthy, he has three brothers and he is a qualified accountant. They arrived at the family home, Nadia was nervous but Abdul was excited.

Nadia, my beautiful daughter! greeted her Mother as she walked into a packed living room of relatives
Hello mum, hello Aunties! she said not thinking about the entourage in her plans
Hello Aunty! said Abdul, which was met with a few seconds of silence as people realised his accent
Hello, please come in! said the Mother feeling a bit disappointed
What do you do? asked Aunt One
I am an accountant! he answered nervously
Really….what firm? asked Aunt Two surprised and sceptical
Aunty, where did you buy your saree from! jumped in Nadia to change the subject
This? Oh it is from Dubai! said Aunt Two happy she was complimented
So what does your family do? asked Aunt One
My family are in gem trading business in Pakistani answered Abdul
That is very lucrative! said Aunt Two
I am blessed Aunty! answered Abdul
So is your family in UK? asked the Mother
No, they live in Pakistan, they dont like the cold! said Abdul to everyones amusement
Will they be coming for the wedding? asked Aunt One
Auntyyyyyyyy! said Nadia in embarrassment
What Nadia, you are 23 you dont have time! replied Aunt One
Ha ha, it is ok Nadia… hopefully! he answered holding her hand
So you are planning marriage soon? confirmed the Mother
Of course Aunty, Nadia is my princess and we have spoken in detail! he replied
Yes, in a lot of detail said Nadia
So sweet, his princess! said Aunt One
We were thinking April! said Abdul
Next year? said the Mother wondering
No, no Aunty this year! he said smiling
But that is only 6 weeks! said the Mother worried
It is ok Aunty, me and Nadia have been with each other for nearly 2 yrs and we know what we would like! he said reassuring her
What would you like? asked Aunt Two intrigued
A small, but classy gathering! interrupted Nadia
But Nadia, you are my only child….! said the Mother upset
Mum, please I dont want the fuss! said Nadia
Your wishes is what I will follow! said the Mother in an emotional state

The rest of the night went well, Abdul was almost convincing Nadia that this whole debacle was actually genuine. They drove back to London with Abdul very proud of his performance. The following weeks were very busy, catering, venue, outfits and invites. A total of 100 people were coming, which by Pakistani standards was a small affair. Abduls friend phoned on several occasions to keep up the pretence and offered apologies as Abduls Mother was very sick.

The wedding finally took place, for the first time Nadia had met Abduls circle of friends a total of 25 fresh immigrants from the chicken shop and wider social circle of low grade jobs all claiming to be his brothers and cousins, but costing Nadia over 3,000 in designer suits to keep the pretence of affluence. Nadia had finally done it, she was now married and everyone could leave her alone to live her life, she informed her family that they were going on honeymoon but really they were unromantically returning back to London and moving into a bigger 3 bedroom house to enable Nadia and Abdul to have more space to live separately, which Nadia had paid for.

The first night together in their new home came two weeks after the wedding, Nadia felt odd that she was sharing a home with a strange man but he was her husband. They barely exchanged words and Nadia started to go back to paying attention to her career. It was about three weeks later that issues began to start which Nadia was not banking on.

It would really help if you could clean up after yourself! moaned Nadia has she arrived back to an unclean house, dishes piling up and dirty laundry everywhere
That is your duty wife! he said with his feet on the table watching the TV
Excuse me? she shouted back in shock
I said it is your duty! he shouted back
Listen, me and you are not really married! she said clarifying
Not according to the law…… not according to your family! he said
What are you talking about? she said wondering why he was speaking like this
You are MY wife, I am the man and I want you to clean the house! he asserted
Becareful of how you speak to me….! she said in shock
Or what? You will tell your family you faked your marriage?! he threatened
No, I will tell immigration! she threatened back
You stupid bitch… I am not an illegal, I have been in UK for 10 yrs and have my papers! he said
What? What do you mean? she said confused
Have you seen any immigration officer? I am a UK citizen! he said
But….. I dont understand? Since when? she asked confused
Since 8 years I lied to you! he said laughing
Why? she asked sitting down in shock as he threw his passport to her
Because I wanted a desperate bitch to live off of! he said coldly smirking
So you lied? she said wanting confirmation
Yes, I thought I would get a white woman, maybe a widow but I got you! he said laughing
I cant believe you! she screamed
Shut up you whore! he shouted threateningly
I am not a whore you dumb immigrant, I have not fucked you! she screamed back
Yes…. I know so lets start! he said standing up
What, no! she said getting up off the sofa

He grabbed her hair and slapped her face, she froze stunned as he pushed her on her knees, undoing his zip as he gripped her hair in place. She looked at his dark big cock, erect bounce out and face her. She looked up at him wondering what he was expecting, but soon her head was pushed on his cock and he ordered her to open her mouth. He grabbed her head with both hands fucking her face as she cried, she soon was released from his grip but only to thrown onto the sofa. She laid on her back as he climbed on top of her, he looked at her like a hungry animal as he pulled her blouse apart, the buttons flying across the lounge revealing her firm double D breasts confined in her bra.

He pulled her bra down around her waist, her nipples erect inviting him to suck she began to struggled leading him to pin her down with more force. He placed his hand up her skirt and ripped off her knickers throwing them on her face as he started to finger her pussy. She was getting wet, but was resisting and trying to get up off the sofa, he spread her legs and inserted his stiff hard cock in to her pussy causing her to scream and against all of her principals she started to beg him to stop, which amused him.

Nadia, you are my wife…. my property! he laughed as he carried on pounding her
No, please I beg yooooou, please! she pleaded
Ha ha, you are more pathetic than when I first met you! he laughed

Nadias pussy was beginning to feel sore, even though she was not a virgin she had not had regular sex and definitely never this roughly, he started to throb, coming in her and then throwing her to the floor as he got up from the sofa. She laid on the floor, her body hot and exhausted

You are not a virgin who have you fucked before bitch? he shouted as he done his jeans up
No one! she sobbed
Dont fucking lie to me whore! he shouted
I have had boyfriends! she said
Ha ha, none of whom wanted to marry you! he laughed
I didnt want to! she said
But you let them fuck you? he said now standing over her
Yes, we had sex! she said
How many men? he asked pulling her hair to see her face
Only 2! she said not giving him eye contact
Only 2? You dirty whore, Pakistani women should be pure for their husbands! he shouted in disgrace You are dirty, used goods, second hand!
Things are different in the UK! she tried to explain
Yes you women are easier! he said Stop talking, get up and start cleaning
Ok, but I want to have a shower first! she said as she got up
Shower? You think this will clean you? You are a whore and you shower when I say! he shouted
Ok! she said wanting just to leave from his presence

Nadia made her way to the kitchen, her thighs aching her blouse ripped and no knickers. She held back the tears as she began to put all of the dishes in the sink, clean down the surfaces and get the mop out

Ah, no no no! he said standing by the door watching her
What? she said confused with the mop in her hand
In Pakistan we dont have mops, get on your knees and scrub! he ordered as she obeyed
This isnt Pakistan! she reminded him as she knelt
Yes, but within this house it will be run with Pakistani rules! he said laughing

It was gone past 2am when Nadia had finished, her husband had gone to bed and she went to shower. She couldnt sleep much, she was upset but fought hard to overcome her emotions. She wondered what to do, if her family found out she lied she would be outcasted, her Mother would be humiliated in front of the whole community. She woke up ready for work, Abdul still asleep she didnt stop for breakfast she just wanted to be at work as soon as she could to escape this reality.

The time went fast, she was dreading returning home but knew she had to. When she had got back, Abdul was sitting down, take away boxes left on the floor around the sofa for her return.

Welcome back whore! he greeted her
….. hi! she replied wanting not to provoke him
Look at this mess! he said almost blaming her
I will clean it she replied
Good dog! he said laughing at her conformity

She picked up the rubbish and empty glasses, she walked towards the kitchen and was shocked at what she saw.

I gave it away! he said calming at the door
What? Why?! she shouted
I told you, in this house we live like Pakistan and in Pakistan we dont have dishwashers, or washing machines, we have wives! he explained
Well your wife also works so doesnt have time! she said annoyed
My wife will make time! he replied
Maybe if you got a job I could stay at home all day like they do in Pakistan! she said
I am a lucky man my wife works and does the housework! he laughed
Well, with my money I will get a washing machine! she said
YOUR money? You earn it but it is not yours! he made clear
What ever! she said now getting fed up
Give me your cards! he ordered
You what? she said shocked
Your bank cards and credit cards, give them to me! he said
Why? she asked
Because I am the man and I control the money! he explained
No! she said
Fine! he said walking towards her bag
Hey, get out of my bag! she shouted running towards him

He grabbed her and pushed her to the floor, emptying her bag ontop of her and picking up her purse before walking away. Nadia got up and went to the kitchen doing the dishes and cleaning, keeping out of his way. He laid on the sofa and awaited his dinner which she served later. She sat down in the lounge with him and started to eat

What is the pin number? he said
1608 she replied
Good, come here! he ordered
What? she said standing by him
Pour me more water! he ordered
You couldnt do that yourself? she said annoyed as she poured
I am a man, why would I when I have a woman here? he said

Nadia cleaned up after dinner and went to have a shower, the lock on the shower door had been taken off so she placed the laundry basket in front of the door as a feeble attempt for some security and stepped into the bath tub.

You have a great body! he said to her shock
Can you get out? she screamed covering herself
No, you are my wife and it is my right to watch you! he said stroking her thigh
What do you want? she said
Get on your knees! he demanded

Nadia got on her knees, the shower water splashing on her back, she watched as Abdul undressed and placed his cock on her head, his balls on her lips she started to suck on them until he pulled back and started to use his cock to slap her face which stung. He then inserted the cock into her mouth awaiting closing his eyes in pleasure until he came all over her face and wet hair. He turned the water off, ordering her to sit back as he looked at his cream sliding down.

You look like a nasty dog! he said looking at her in disgrace
Can I get on with my shower now? she asked
Yes, you need to wash your face bitch! he said
You just going to stand there! she said as she got up
Sit back down! he shouted
I need to get up to turn the water on! she explained
See Nadia, I have a wife, but you have a husband! he started to explain
You keep reminding me! she said wondering where this was going
Your husband comes with his own shower…! he said smiling
What? A bucket? she said sarcastically
No…! he said holding his cock moving closer towards her
You are joking, that is nasty! she said releasing what he meant
You are nasty! he said laughing as he released a jet spray of hot golden piss on her face

She struggled to avoid the spray, sliding on the cum in the tub he followed her head around catching her with his aim and enjoying the game like a sniper. She was screaming, spitting out the drops that caught her mouth, finally he had ran dry and she was soaked, he was laughing as he used her hair to wipe his cock before he left. Nadia quickly turned the shower on, the water hiding her tears as she frantically used half of the shower gel bottles to clean herself. She put on her robe, looked out onto the stairs to see where he was, she could hear him on the phone downstairs and she ran quickly to her room

She was met but an empty room, the final straw in her very bad 24hrs as her bed was gone. She opened her wardrobe to see if he had touched her clothes but they were all still there.

That was your Mother! he said sneaking up behind her
What did she want? asked Nadia
To see how you were, I said you will call her back! he smirked
Where is my bed? she asked
You know, I think she likes me! he said smiling
Where is my bed! she asked again
Nadia, we are married, you do not have a bed, we have a bed! I have moved your bed into our new room and when I want you to not be in my bed you can sleep here… on the floor! he said
I am not sleeping with you! she said
Oh, your mum would be disappointed when I tell her! he laughed
Leave my Mother out of this! she said
Do as you are told then whore, now call her! he said passing her the phone
Now?! she asked
Yes, take the robe off, get on your hands and knees, and call her! he said still offering her the phone which she took and obeyed his instructions.
Hello? answered the phone
Hi mum! said Nadia trying to sound upbeat
Nadiaaa, how are you? she asked
I am fine mum, I cant speak long I have an early day tomorrow! she said
Always busy, remember Nadia you are married now so Abdul should be your priority! said the Mother
Yes mum! she said feeling Abdul walk behind her
Well I am glad you are coming on the weekend! said the Mother sounding happy
Weekend? said Nadia confused but distracted as Abdul inserted his fingers into her pussy
Shelias wedding, I have spoken to Abdul and he says you are both coming said the Mother
Oh yes, its thissssss, weekend! she said feeling his hand inside of her
You ok? said the Mother wondering why Nadia was moaning
Yep! said Nadia trying to control herself
Well, I am excited, my married daughter and her husband staying the whole weekend! carried on the Mother
I dont think weeeee, we can erm… I dont think we can stay the whole weekend mum! she said
Nadia, I have just spoken to Abdul and he said you are staying until Sunday! said the Mother confused
Oh did he, we will see! she said annoyed
Nadia, Abdul is a good man who knows about family values I am so glad you met a good man who can teach you about our customs, for too long you think that you are independent and I am glad he is guiding you! said the Mother
Yes he is very in keeping with his customs! she said ironically as her pussy was being fingered
Right I will see you on Saturday! said the Mother
Bye Mum! said Nadia

Good girl! said Abdul as started to slap her ass
Can I get up now please! she said
You are up! he said confused
I am on the floor! she said annoyed
This is how a dog stands! laughed Abdul still fingering her pussy
I am not a dog! she said trying to resist the pleasure of the fingering
Yes you are, bark! he ordered
What!!!! she shouted
If you bark I will let you up, crawl around the room and bark! he said smirking
Woof…. Woof Woof…… Woof! she barked crawling around the room
Ha ha, see you are a dog, a worthless dog! he laughed as he left the room

Nadia wondered what she had just done, ashamed of herself she got up and put her robe back on. She looked into his room and saw the double bed. She went to lay down and hoped that he would just let her sleep which he did.

The following day Nadia returned home, she was hungry as she realised her purse was empty at lunchtime. She entered the lounge to see Abdul had been clothes shopping and also bought a games console, no doubt with her money.

Dont worry Nadia, I got you things too! he said smiling
Really, how nice! she said sarcastically
Yes, look! he said throwing her some washing up gloves laughing
How much did you spend? she asked
Not much, about 1,000….. probably 2,000! he said flippantly
I need my card back! she said
Why do you need it? he asked annoyed
Because I need to have money to buy lunch! she said
Yes… you are right! he said to her surprise Here
10? she asked as she took the note
Well how much you want? he asked
I dont know! she said shocked as it was her money
Well, 25 a week should be enough for lunch! he said
What if I want to buy something? she asked
Well you tell me and if I approve I will give you the funds! he said annoyed
This is crazy! she shouted frustrated
It is bitch, you are a Pakistani and you dont know what your role is! he shouted
It is MY money! she shouted back
You are MY wife and you belong to me! he shouted back
Im going to have a shower! she said resigning herself away from him

She came back down, starting on dinner whilst he played on his new games console. She served him his food, periodically getting up without being asked to refill his glass.

I will meet you tomorrow from work! he said
WHY! she said annoyed
I need you to sign the papers! he said cryptically
What papers? she said confused
So I can get the finance on a new car! he said
What new car? she said annoyed
It is a Mercedes C Class, brand new… only 45,000! he said calmly
45,000 are you mad? she shouted
Yes! he said smiling
I wont sign anything! she said
OK… well then I will make some announcements at Shelias wedding he said calmly
What time tomorrow? she asked giving in
4pm! he smiled

Nadia was getting stressed by the whole situation, her work colleagues were noticing a change, especially as she only had 10 and the types of places they dinned that barely covered the starters. Nadia looked at the clock, she had to meet Abdul at the station at 4pm and had about 45mins.

Nadia, your husband is here! said Tracey her PA
Oh… erm… right said Nadia shocked
Well… shall I send him in? asked Tracey confused
Yes, of course! said Nadia re-composing herself.
Hello darling! said a very sophisticated Abdul in his role
Hello honey! said Nadia keeping up the pretence
I am early but you carry on, Tracey is getting me tea! he said
Well, we can go now! said Nadia wanting him to leave ASAP
She is making the tea Nadia we should wait! he said smiling
What are you doing here? said Nadia keeping her face composed as people were looking through her blinds wondering if the man was her husband
I thought I should get to know your work colleagues! he said smiling
Here you go Mr Rahman! said Tracey as she walked back in
Oh please Tracey, call me Abdul! he said charmingly
Thank you, Abdul! said Tracey feeling shy
Tracey, Nadia is a bit busy and I am early is there a canteen? he asked standing up
Oh, I can take you to the staff break out area! said Tracey obligingly
Thank you, take your time honey! he said smiling at Nadia

So Tracey you been working here long? he asked walking down the corridor
2 years Mr Rahman… Abdul! said Tracey
Will these people wonder who I am? asked Abdul as he could see the busy break out area
Oh, I will introduce you! said Tracey
Thank you! said Abdul catching a glimpse of her firm ass as she walked into the room
Hello everyone, this is Mr Rahman… Nadias husband he will be waiting here she announced
Please, call me Abdul! he said with charm
Pleased to meet you Abdul, I am Rob I work with Nadia! said Rob from Sales
Likewise! said Abdul
So what is it like being married to Nadia! he smiled
Well, she is hard work! Laughed Abdul
You been with her long, we dont really know much about her private life, we were shocked to hear she was married! asked Rob
Yes, 2 years and Nadia does keep her private and work life separate, I keep telling her she should be more social, but I guess she has her hard image to protect! laughed Abdul
Very hard, ice queen! laughed Rob
Ha ha! laughed Abdul
So will you be coming to the Bank Holiday gala this year? asked Rob
She… mentioned it, I guess she feels I may feel out of place not knowing anyone! said Abdul
Nonsense, everyone brings their partners, here take my card and we should go out for a drink, I will invite the lads and at the gala you will know a lot more people said Rob
We can go now! said Nadia interrupting
I will call you Rob! said Abdul to the annoyance of Nadia

Why would you call him? asked Nadia as they walked to the lifts
To be friendly, before the gala! he said as they entered the lift
We are not going to the gala! she said with certainty
I will do the decision making about what we do! he said assertively as they walked out of the lift

They walked to the car and drove to the car dealership, the sales officer was pleased to see Abdul and walked towards the car. Abdul was excited as he looked through the window

Shall I get the paperwork ready? he asked
Yes, my wife will be putting it in her name… tax reasons! said Abdul winking
Very good sir… would you like to follow me! said the sales officer

Nadia signed all the paperwork and the sales assistant passed over the keys before shaking Abduls hand. Abdul walked towards his new toys, telling Nadia he will be back home later and drove off. She was relived that she could finally have some time home alone, although not realising the mountain of housework she was going to face. He arrived home past 10pm and saw her on the sofa watching TV
Any food bitch? he said
It is in the oven! she replied
Well am I expecting to serve myself? he asked annoyed
No, I will get it! she said getting up
Good! he said as he sat down
Where did you go? she asked as she returned back with a plate
I went to see one of my white whores! he answered
Your what…? she asked
I went to see one of the ladies I met online, the new car and clothes is making me very successful, I should really thank you! he said laughing
Why are you seeing other women? asked Nadia almost upset
Why not? You seem jealous! smirked Abdul
I am not jealous, what do you mean why not, you are married! she said annoyed
Ha ha, so what? Are you going to divorce me? he laughed
Did you fuck this woman? she asked
Yes, I took her to a fancy restaurant and then fucked her! he said openly
You make me sick! she said
Awww, well you paid for our dinner! he laughed

Nadia ran upstairs to the bedroom and started to cry, she was so confused she didnt know why she was crying? Why did she care that this man was cheating? Was she more angry that she was trapped being his slave and he still had the freedom of the initial agreement? She fell asleep and just wanted this nightmare to be over

Wake up bitch it is 9am! shouted Abdul
Huh, what time is it? She said confused
Breakfast time, we have to leave by 12 to get there on time! he said
Get where? she said getting out of bed
To this wedding! he shouted
Oh, yea! said Nadia forgetting and started to make breakfast whilst Abdul sat helpfully watched TV

They departed after Nadia served breakfast and done the dishes, they took Abduls car which further removed Nadias power, they drove the 150 mile trip, Nadia usually done the drive without breaks and used the motorways but Abdul decided to use a variety of in roads through other major UK cities. The ride was met with awkward silence, Nadia counting down the minutes wishing time would go faster, at the same time wishing that Abdul would change his mind and go back. They stopped off in an Asian area of Birmingham at lunch time, only half way to Nadias mums home a lunch time stop off would not have been needed if they had taken the motorways. Both got out of the car and made their way to an old Indian cafe which served cheap and cheerful Indian food mainly aimed at the working and immigrant classes. The workers of the cafe were predominately new arrivals to the UK and most likely not legal residents.

Nadia sat on the hard plastic seats whilst being looked at by the male only clientele, this was certainly not a place Nadia was used to. Abdul went to the counter to order and shiftly returned to join Nadia with a smirk on his face.

Why you looking so happy? asked Nadia
No reason wife, no reason! he said smirking harder
What did you order for me? she asked
erm…. a nice Indian kebab! he said smiling
Oh, thank you… sauce? said Nadia pleased with the choice
A lot of sauce, just the way you like it he smiled further as a plate of food arrived
That looks nice! she said looking at his plate of Indian grilled chicken
Thank you! he said tucking in
Why do they bring meals separately it is so tacky! complained Nadia
Oh, your kebab roll is waiting for you in the kitchen! he said
In the kitchen? Are they not going to bring it over? She said confused
No, and make sure you finish it or I will leave without you! he said laughing
Ok, look after my bag! she said as she got up

Nadia got up to go to the counter where the manager had a similar smirk as he led her away to the back, they walked through the kitchen which was staffed by about 4 immigrants and into a storeroom which housed rice and flour sacks plus a variety of dried food. The manager shut the door behind him, leaving them both in sheer darkness until he put on a very dimly lit light. Nadia was nervous, wondering what exactly she was going to be fed and it was not long until she saw the Indian kebab appear from the managers trousers she realised why Abdul was smirking so much.

What do you want? asked Nadia trying to appear in control
I am here to feed you! he said stroking his cock
I am not hungry! she said attempting to walk to the door
Ahhh, well you can go but if I do not call your husband to tell him you are fed he will not come back to get you! explained the manager
Whatever! she said walking past him and out of the storeroom

She ran back through the kitchen into the restaurant and looked towards the table where Abdul was sitting, he was no longer there, she frantically looked around the restaurant and then ran outside to see if the car was still there, it was gone. She walked back reluctantly into the restaurant to be greeted by the managers smile.

So, you still not hungry? he asked smirking
Can you just call my husband! she demanded
After you have eaten! he asserted, Nadia realising she had no money or phone
Ok! she resigned as she walked back to the storeroom

The manager sat on a pile full of rice sacks, spreading his legs as Nadia knelt in between them, his cock rock hard she began to stroke it until it leaked some pre-cum which she licked before inserting the full penis into her mouth. She blanked out the thoughts of what she was doing, gaining a therapeutic rhythm as she sucked up and down his shaft, she felt his grabbing her head as he moaned, she counted in her head guessing a possible 40-50 sucks and this would be over. Suddenly, he pulled away, standing up, she opened her eyes to look at him and he was walking behind her, he lifted her up by her hair and bend her over the sack, exposing her ass in the air.

No, this is not what my husband required she said disgusted with her own comment
Well, I will tell him that you refused a blow job! he said
But I will tell him the truth! she said
You silly whore, your husband sold you for a 4 chicken meal you think he will care he said laughing Now, bend over you cheap slut

Nadia bent over the sacks, realising that Abdul had actually gave away her ass for 4, she had lipsticks worth 10 times that much. She closed her eyes to hold back the tears as she felt his cock stroke her ass crack, his soaked cock providing the lubricant needed before he inserted fully. He pushed in hard, she screamed, never had she felt such pain, her ass feeling ripped and stretched, he didnt care as he slammed harder and harder, making a grunting noise at each thrust and slapping her ass periodically. He shouted abuse at her as he pumped her hard, telling her that she was a whore and he had never had something so cheap in his life. Finally she felt his cum inside her ass, slowing dripping down her thigh as he pulled away, leaving her weak body over the sacks. He did his trousers up and told her to come to the front after she had cleaned up.

Nadia rose from the sacks when the manager left the room, she pulled up the trousers of her Indian and then grabbed some tissue to clean the cum from the floor. She looked in the reflection of one of the bottles to straighten her hair and then left the storeroom. The kitchen was empty, they obviously close after lunch thought Nadia as she walked back into the restaurant still hearing voices of customers and the sound of plates. The restaurant had about 10-12 men still sitting within it, who were joined by the 4 kitchen staff. Nadia was confused as the shutters were down but customers still eating.

Here she is gentlemen! shouted the manager as Nadia walked in and all the men cheering Ok take your seats please!
What is going on? asked a sore Nadia as the manager walked towards her
Dance show! he said laughing
Who is dancing? she asked
You of course, strip dancing on this table he smiled
NO! Call my husband! she demanded
Or what whore? I am in control here! he shouted as he walked away to turn the music on

The music started and Nadia looked out at the pussy hungry crowd of low class immigrant men, she froze as they got louder in their excitement. She looked over at the manager who made hand signals that he would not phone, she looked back at the crowd who were now demanding her to start performing, almost beginning to turn aggressive. Nadia walked towards the table, stepping in her heels on to the chair before reaching the table, within seconds the men had crowded around, some with their camera phones ready on her. Nadia nervously started to move, she looked over at the manager who indicated for her to smile and move faster

She smiled as wide as she could, then closed her eyes and started to move with the music which was fairly fast bollywood. She removed the trouser part of her Indian suit, the men starting to grab any opportunity to look up between her legs. Then she removed the top part of her Indian suit, which was to her knees and once removed revealed her body in solely her underwear and heels. The men were now excited, all of them fixated and taking pictures, including the manager who had his phone constantly filming the whole event.

Nadia removed her knickers, the men helping her take them off after her knees, she then removed her bra to reveal her double d natural breasts with chocolate nipples on a caramel coloured skin. The manager was now standing in front of her, behind the men giving her instructions very sign language, he kept reminding her to smile and asked her to squat down, she obeyed and then he asked her to spread her legs, this enabled her pussy to be at grabbing level and her breasts at eye level of the cum filled erect audience. The manager asked her to pick one of the men and allow him to touch her pussy. Then he asked her to lay down as one of the kitchen staff cover her breasts with two chapattis and inserted a kebab roll into her mouth, a man then climbed on top of her and ate the kebab roll until he reached her lips.

After he had finished the cooks then placed some curried vegetables onto the chapattis resting on her breasts and two men on either side of the table were asked to eat it without using their hands. The crowd were going crazy, then a tray of warm long kebabs were passed around the audience, one of the cooks then took one, spread her legs open and inserted it up her pussy, then started to each the kebab straight from between her legs. Nadia was finding this uncomfortable as each man took it in turns to have the specially marinated kebab direct from her pussy, she looked over at the manager who just in structured her to keep smiling and stroke the heads of the men who were between her legs. Finally the last man was finished and the manager clapped his hands to indicate the show was over. Nadia arose from the table, greasy and stinking of Indian food, she ran around the restaurant grabbing her clothes from the floor, aware that the men were still taking pictures of her whilst she bent over. She ran into the toilets to get dressed and when she came out, the restaurant was empty, the shutters back up and Abdul was waiting outside.

Enjoy your food? he said laughing as he got into the car
It is already 2:30pm, can we go please! she said not amused
You actually stink! said Abdul, but Nadia ignored him.

They arrived at Nadias mums house shortly after 4pm, they were greeted by her mum and a few other relatives, all most excited to see Abdul than her. Nadia ran upstairs to the shower and changed to get rid of the smell and any memories she had of her lunch ordeal. She returned downstairs to the sound of laughter from the lounge

You know Nadia, your husband is a great man! said Aunty one
Yes, very funny, charming and well mannered said Aunty two
Thank you… I guess! smiled Nadia
I love this girl so much.. said Abdul as he grabbed her to kiss her
Awww, you two are so perfect! said Aunty one

After dinner, the aunts left, Nadia went to her room and was joined promptly by Abdul

You know, your family really like me! he said as he shaved
Really, I hadnt noticed said Nadia sarcastically as she removed her make up
Ha ha, you sound jealous bitch! he replied
Whatever! she said not interested
Maybe they know that you are a whore? he said coming into the bed
I am not a whore! she replied
Really, well you looked like a whore dancing for those men today! he said laughing
You were there? she said stunned
Yep, and I have a copy of the video! he said
What video? she said staring at him
This he said showing his phone
You sick bastard! she screamed
Ha ha, look at you smiling! he said
Delete that now! she demanded
You silly bitch look how many people had their phones, this is probably on the internet already! he said smiling
Why are you doing this? she cried
Cos I want to, I can and I enjoy it! he said callously
Dont you care? she asked
Erm…. no, not one single bit! he said laughing as he turned to sleep

The next day was the day of the wedding, Nadia awoke to an empty bed and came downstairs to see Abdul in the kitchen cooking everyone breakfast.

Ah, here is my beautiful wife… he said smiling
Nadia, where have you been! said the mother angry
In bed mum! said Nadia
You are a married woman now, you have duties! said the mother

Abdul finished eating and excused himself stating he was getting ready,

Mum! said Nadia
Yes darling! said the mother
I am not too sure about this marriage thing! said Nadia trying to feel out her mums opinion
Nadia, it is ok to have doubts, but you can not give up, a marriage is for life advised the mother
So what if it doesnt work? asked Nadia
Then you have to make it work! said the mother
How? asked Nadia confused
Men will never change Nadia, it is the woman who has to change, adapt and compromise, if you do not then you have failed. You have become too westernised said the mother
Mum, he said he wants control of the finances said Nadia
Of course, he is the man, the head of the house! said the mother
But I earn that money said Nadia
He is a rich man, have you seen his car? It is not about him needing the money, it is his roles and your roles. His role is to handle the money your role is to do the household chores said the mother
Ok mum! said Nadia not wanting to discuss this further
Nadia, you have a good man, if you lose him it will be your fault, he is perfect, you have to work harder to please and keep him or you will bring shame to me! warned the mother.
Yes mum! said Nadia realising she was trapped.

Nadia got ready and all drove in Abduls car to the wedding, the wedding had the same people excluding Abduls friends as her wedding, therefore Abdul was already known and his reputation of him being a perfect husband, when they arrived, Nadias mum was taking Abdul around like a prized trophy ensuring that all knew that her daughter was retaining her husband. Abdul joined Nadia at the table

I wonder what all of these people would think if I played this stripping video here? he said laughing
You wouldnt! said a nervous Nadia
No honey, I wont, you know why? he said
Why? said Nadia confused
Because I will give you a challenge and you will pass it he said sarcastically
What challenge? she asked worried
After dinner you will come with me and all will be revealed he said laughing

The mother joined the table, all happy that she was not shamed at another function thanks to Abdul. The dinner was served and then all broke out into a dance, allowing Abdul and Nadia to slip away. They walked to the car and both got in, they drove a short distance to the end of the car park, around the back where no cars were parked, it was secluded and darkly lit. Abdul asked Nadia to get into the back seat, he went to the boot and got out a small bag, he cuffed each of her hands on the back door handles and then blindfolded her. He pulled her sari up around her thighs and then undone her blouse to reveal her firm double d boobs. Nadia was struggling as she begged him to stop, if anyone would see her life would be over, but he just laughed.

Abdul then got into the drivers seat and started the engine
Where are we going! screamed Nadia
I am parking outside the venue! laughed Abdul
No please, I beg you, Pleaaaaaase! screamed and cried Nadia

Abdul drove around in the same secluded spot, Nadia was blindfolded assuming they had driven back to public view, still begging and pleading with Abdul.
Ok whore, I am going back inside… Have fun! he said leaving the car to her screaming his name

Nadia sat in silence, her heartbeat making a lot of noise and the tears rolling down her face. She tried several times to release her cuffed hands with no luck. Abdul in the meantime returned back to the party

Abdul, where is Nadia?! asked the mother who caught him as he entered the hall
Oh, she is just taking a work call! said Abdul
Work? But it is the weekend? said an angry mother
I know, but her work is very important to her, more important than me! he said hinting
You know, give her time she will adapt said a begging mother
I hope so, I wonder sometimes if she wants a husband or a chef! said Abdul milking it further
She is a western girl, you have to teach her explained mother
I will, now you go and party! said Abdul realising he had done enough

Abdul walked around the hall looking at various men from the grooms side, he spotted a turbaned old fat man, about 50. He walked over

Hi, I am Abdul! he introduced himself
Hello son, I am Harjeet said the old man
You here on the brides or grooms side? he asked
Groom, you? he said
Brides, so you related? asked Abdul
No, I provided the catering! said Harjeet
Brilliant, you alone? asked Abdul
Yes, my wife and I are divorced! said Harjeet What about you?
I am with my wife! said Abdul
Oh, where is she? asked Harjeet looking around the hall
Well, it is embarrassing, she has a sexual fantasy! said Abdul
Really! said Harjeet erectly intrigued
Yes, she likes to fuck other men, but likes it rough, forced! said Abdul
Rape fantasy, this is my favourite you are a lucky man! said Harjeet laughing
Oh, not by me, by strangers…. different men each time! explained Abdul
And you are ok with this? asked Harjeet
Yes, I know my wife is a slut, this way I am aware and when something better comes I do not feel cheated laughed Abdul
Good man! said Harjeet patting him on the back
So, her current fantasy is a turban old man, in a carpark! said Abdul
Ha ha, I fit the bill! laughed Harjeet
Yes, she spotted you during dinner and I said I will ask, but I understand fully if you dont want to said Abdul
As a favour to you, of course I will! said an excited Harjeet
Thank you, ok you have to make it authentic, dont mention this conversation or the fantasy and also remember he resistance and screams of no is part of her roleplaying, ignore them! said Abdul
Well I do not want to hurt her! said a reluctant Harjeet
Watch this video, she loves it, that was yesterday! said Abdul handing over the phone
Bloody hell, she is a whore! said an annoyed Harjeet
Well as long as I can use her to bring happiness to other men, my life is good! said a humbled Abdul
Where is she now? asked Harjeet
Waiting to be forced, in the carpark, parked in lot 7 by the recycling bins said Abdul handing the keys over

Harjeet gulped down his whiskey and ran to the car park, Nadia remained unaware, still thinking she was exposed in full view, her heart was pounding in fear awaiting to be seen. She heard the steps of Harjeet walking, she ducked in an attempt to hide but then heard the central locking opening. She froze in fear, thinking it could only be Abdul, but maybe it was her mother! Harjeet opened the passenger side door and looked inside to see his goods

Oh very nice! he said
Who is there? said Nadia nervously as she heard the door close
Shut up bitch! he said aggressively whilst feeling her breasts
Who are you? screamed Nadia unaware of the voice
Very nice! he said again feeling her pussy

He got out of the car and climbed into the back seat, sliding under Nadia, placing her on his lap and began to slide his cock inside from behind. Her sari now around her waist, she began to resist, pleading with him to stop but he carried on, becoming more rough with her as he forced her by the hips on to his cock faster.

I can see your tits bouncing in the mirror you whore! he informed her
Please, I beg you stop! she pleaded
No slut! he said and then laughed
Please, I dont want to do this she begged
Why would you be sitting in your car half naked then you whore? he shouted
Because…. my husband….! she tried to explain
You are a married whore? Poor man married a dirty piece of meat like you! he shouted back

Nadia wondered how Abdul always became the victim, she was tied up, stripped and now raped, but yet he was the one who gained the sympathy. Finally Harjeet came hard and wiped his cum on her sari before leaving the car, locking the doors as he walked away. Nadia sat their, boobs hanging out, sari around her waist and knickers gone. She was tired and sweaty, she relaxed to get her breath back when she heard the door lock open again.

Ha ha, you look used bitch! said Abdul laughing
Fuck off! she shouted
Oh, shall I leave you here? he asked sarcastically
No! she shouted
Well be nicer to me then slut! he shouted back
Im sorry! she said reluctantly
Much better! he said, removing her handcuffs

Nadia rubbed her wrists and then started to re do her blouse and sari. She looked frantically for her knickers, hoping her mother wont see them

Where are they? She screamed
Dont know, not sure why you wear them anyway! he said laughing
Nadia got out of the car, walking back with Abdul to the wedding

Where have you been? shouted her mother
Erm… I went to get something from the car! said a shocked Nadia
Right…. you will end up in divorce if you neglect your husband! shouted the mother
Its ok aunty! said Abdul again playing the victim

Abdul and Nadia walked into the hall,
I guess there is about 150 men here if you count the staff! said Abdul calmly
So! said Nadia
So are you not curious which one fucked you? he enquired
Who was it? she asked looking around
Ha ha, now that would be telling, was it the groom? The grooms dad maybe? Or maybe its the kitchen guys, although you had a few of those in Birmingham! Urm… maybe its someone on your side, an old family friend?
That is sick! said Nadia frustrated
Ha ha, you are the one fucking men and not checking who they are! he said laughing

Nadia looked around the room at all of the possible candidates, it could be anyone.

The following day Nadia got up to start packing, however Abdul was already downstairs and it appeared that several guests had arrived to the house. Nadia came down, greeted the guests and then went in to the kitchen to help her mother make the tea. Typically the men were in the lounge and the women, the wives of the men were in the dining room adjacent to the kitchen. Nadia came in to the lounge to serve tea, dressed in traditional clothes and her hair covered, Nadia fitted the description of purity, but her husband had other ideas as he looked at her firm ass when she bent over to serve the tea, Nadia went back to the dining room with the other women awaiting to be to take any orders from the men.

Abdul sneaked upstairs after tea was served, he went into the bedroom him and Nadia shared placing her missing knickers on the bed and attaching a note. It was a few hours until the guests left, Nadia ran upstairs before the door could even close to finish her packing and get out as soon as she could, Abdul joined her a few minutes later, by which time she made the discovery

What is the matter? asked Abdul innocently as he came in and Nadia was upset
Nothing she said wiping her tears
Why are you crying then? He questioned
Look! She said as she handed over her knickers
What? He acted surprised
They are the ones I was wearing last night she explained
I thought you could you lost them? He said acting confused
So did I! Said Nadia panicking look there is a note she then handed the over the note
Thank you for last night youre a real slut. I cannot wait until the next time and it will sooner than you think! said Abdul as he read out the note
What am I going to do now? Did you see who came upstairs? she asked
Nearly all of them did! he said walking towards her stroking her hair
You are the bastard who sent him to me, you must know which one of the men downstairs he was! she screamed
Nadia, calm down… maybe I do know! What difference does it make? You now know you fucked an old man who knows your family well enough to come around for tea! he said laughing
You fucking bastard! she shouted
Now now Nadia your mother would not like to know you speak to me like this! smirked Abdul as he walked out of the room throwing her knickers towards her which landed on her face to add to the humiliation. Nadia and Abdul left to return home, Nadia was raging inside at what had happened.

Nadia was relieved to be back in the office, her respite away from her nasty husband. She was able to exercise some control and spent the day organising the advert for a new executive assistant in her department, she had worked hard to get this job approved by the board and could not wait for a new person to start, taking over the small jobs so she could be released to do bigger and more important items that would enable her to impress her managers and secure the up and coming directors role. Time ticked faster than she hoped and she was dreading going home, but when she got home Abdul was out and she spent the time having a relaxing bath remembering her life before she was married. The next morning she made Abduls breakfast and awoke him just as she was leaving to limit the contact.

Here! he said passing her 250 of her own money
What is this for? she asked wondering if he had come around
It is valentines day tomorrow my darling wife, buy a few things for yourself he said
Arent you meant to buy them for me? she said taking the money
I cant be bothered, bring back the receipts! he said turning to eat his breakfast

Nadia went shopping over her lunch break, she didnt want a valentines present from him, but wanted some freedom to shop with her own money. She bought a bracelet, shoes, some underwear, flowers and perfume making sure she kept the receipts. She went home, Abdul was waiting and he looked at what she had bought, examining the receipts.

Well done, now leave them here I need to wrap them for you! he said smiling

The following day Nadia returned home, the day was full of her colleagues talking about their special valentines day plans, but Nadia knew it was not going to be that special however, at least she had gifts she could show off the following day. She was surprised that Abdul was not home when she got in and eagerly waited for him to come home, falling asleep on the sofa.

Get up! he shouted shaking her
Huh? What time is it? she asked confused
Breakfast time! he said falling back on the sofa in his expensive suit
Have you just got in? she asked confused
Yes, Ive spent valentines day with my blonde bitch! he said smiling
What? she said in annoyance
Yes she like the presents, I should say thank you! he said laughing
You gave her my presents? screamed Nadia
No darling, I gave her the presents you kindly got for her! he explained calmly
They were for me! she shouted
You thought they were for you, but you were stupid! I got you a present! he said
What? she asked calming down as he pulled out a present wrapped in newspaper
Its a dog bowl! she said as she unwrapped
Yes, you can eat from it from now on, saves you on doing the dishes… I am thoughtful? he asked
Fuck you! she said walking into the kitchen getting his breakfast ready

Nadia concentrated on work, her only source of sanity. The applications were coming in for the new job and she was surprised to see that Rob had applied, what a cheek! she thought, laziest guy in the company and he expects a promotion! The week was pretty Abdul free, Nadia was coming around to the idea of him having another woman at least he was away from her although it still grated her that he was draining her finances. It was now Thursday and she went home, surprised to see Abdul home

Hi! she said
Hello bitch!… I havent seen you for a few days, youre getting fat! he said
Am I? she said looking
I have a friend coming over for dinner tomorrow night, I want you to cook and look presentable, OK? he ordered
Yes Abdul, who is the friend? she asked wondering if it was the blonde
He is just someone I met, you will have a lot in common with him! said Abdul mysteriously
He? Oh ok… so how should I present? What should I cook? said Nadia wanting to achieve
Make something from this! he said throwing her some material
This is… a net curtain! she said shocked
Yes, I found it in a charity shop, 50p! Nothing is too good for my wife he smirked
Right, well I will see what I can do, not much here maybe I can find a skirt! she said
NO! Just this no other items! he ordered
But…! she said pleading
NO BUTS BITCH! he shouted her down
OK, so what shall I cook? she said changing the subject
I want a feast for a king, all cooked from scratch none of this frozen shit! he demanded
But I have work! she said
Call in sick then! he s