Silk and sand – Dubai Dairy of Leena
“Pass the dates, would you?” Leela kept her voice low, leaning toward her husband Rohan across the polished marble table. The Dubai hotel lounge hummed with quiet conversations, all crystal glasses and muted gold decor. She adjusted her silk dupatta, feeling its weight like an anchor.
Rohan slid the silver bowl toward her without looking up from his phone. “Take as many as you want. I’m messaging the client about tomorrow’s meeting.” His thumb moved rapidly over the screen. The scent of oudh incense drifted from the lobby, thick and sweet. Leela plucked a date, sticky against her fingers. She watched the other guests European tourists laughing, Emirati businessmen in crisp white kanduras. Her own life felt distant here, like a faded photograph.
A waiter approached, balancing a tray of Arabic coffee. “Madam, more qahwa?” His dark eyes met hers, warm and direct. Leela shook her head, suddenly aware of her pulse. “No, thank you.” She noticed the sharp line of his jaw beneath his neat beard, the way his uniform stretched across his shoulders. He nodded and moved to the next table, leaving the faint scent of cardamom in the air.
Outside, the Burj Khalifa’s lights began to pierce the twilight. Leela traced the condensation on her water glass. “It’s beautiful here,” she murmured. Rohan grunted, still typing. “Expensive, though. This trip needs to pay off.” She didn’t reply, her thoughts drifting as the city’s glow deepened beyond the window.
The waiter returned, this time clearing empty cups from their table. His name tag read Zahid. “Will you need anything else, sir?” he asked Rohan, who waved a dismissive hand. As Zahid leaned close to collect Rohan’s saucer, his forearm brushed Leela’s bare wrist. A jolt shot through her electric, forbidden. She inhaled sharply, catching the clean, musky scent of his skin. Their eyes locked for a heartbeat too long before he straightened up.
Later, in the lobby’s restroom, Leela splashed cold water on her face. The mirror reflected flushed cheeks, dilated pupils. What is wrong with you? But the memory of Zahid’s touch lingered like a brand. When she pushed open the door, he was there, leaning against a pillar, holding a forgotten shawl. “Yours, madam?” His voice was velvet. She nodded, reaching for it. His fingers grazed hers again, deliberate this time. “The night is young,” he said softly. “Perhaps you’d like… a private tour of the gardens?”
Her breath hitched. The air hummed between them. Before she could think, she whispered, “Yes.” Zahid’s smile was slow, knowing. He gestured toward a side exit, away from the lounge’s glittering crowd. Leela followed, pulse roaring in her ears, the silk of her saree whispering against her thighs like a secret.
The hotel gardens were a labyrinth of shadowed jasmine paths and trickling fountains. Moonlight silvered the palm fronds overhead. Zahid led her deeper, away from the lights, until the sounds of the city faded into distant murmurs. He stopped beside a stone bench half-hidden by bougainvillea. “You look… restless,” he murmured, turning to face her. His hand brushed her hip, feather-light. Leela shivered, the heat pooling low in her belly. “I shouldn’t be here,” she breathed, but her body leaned into his touch.
He cupped her face, thumb tracing her lower lip. “But you are.” His kiss was sudden, demanding not gentle. It tasted of cardamom and salt. Leela gasped, her hands fisting in the fabric of his kandura as he backed her against the cool stone bench. The silk of her saree bunched beneath his palms.
His mouth moved to her throat, biting lightly where her pulse hammered. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured against her skin. She didn’t. Instead, her fingers tugged at his belt, clumsy with urgency. Zahid laughed low in his chest, guiding her hand to his hardened length. “So eager,” he breathed, untying her blouse with quick, practiced motions. Her breasts spilled free into the humid night air.
He knelt, sucking one nipple deep into his mouth while his fingers slid beneath her petticoat, finding her wet and open. Leela cried out, arching against him as he circled her clit. “Quiet,” he warned, biting her inner thigh. “Or they’ll hear.” She muffled her moans against his shoulder, rocking onto his fingers.
When he stood, his cock pressed hot and thick against her stomach. “Turn around,” he ordered. She obeyed, bracing herself on the bench. He pushed her saree up, spat onto his palm, and drove into her with one brutal thrust. Leela gasped, the stretch burning sweetly. “Yes harder,” she choked out. Zahid gripped her hips, pounding into her as jasmine petals rained down around them.
He leaned over her back, fingers digging into her breasts. “Feel how deep?” His voice was rough against her ear. She could only nod, whimpering as he hit that spot again and again. His thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles until her thighs shook. “Cum for me,” he growled. She shattered instantly, biting her arm to stifle her scream as pleasure ripped through her.
After she trembled through her climax, Zahid pulled out. “On your knees.” He guided her down onto the grass. Leela looked up at him, moonlight catching the sweat on his brow, before taking him into her mouth. She sucked greedily, tasting salt and musk, her tongue swirling around his shaft until he groaned. “Deep throat,” he commanded. She took him all the way, gagging slightly as he gripped her hair.
He thrust into her throat twice more before pulling her up. “Inside you,” he muttered, flipping her onto her back. He plunged back into her wetness, fucking her with ragged breaths until his rhythm faltered. “I’m ” he warned, but didn’t stop. Leela wrapped her legs around him as he came, hot pulses filling her while she clenched around him, milking every drop.
They lay tangled on the grass afterward, Zahid’s fingers tracing the sweat between her breasts. Leela stared at the stars, her pulse still thundering. “My husband…” she whispered, the words thick with guilt. Zahid kissed her temple. “He doesn’t see you,” he murmured. “Not like I do.” He slid his hand down her belly, fingers slipping back between her thighs. “Again?”
She gasped as he found her swollen clit, circling it slowly. “I can’t ” But her hips arched into his touch. He pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right. “You can,” he insisted, watching her face crumple as another orgasm built. When it hit, she sobbed silently, clutching his wrist as pleasure shuddered through her.
Footsteps crunched on gravel nearby. Zahid froze, pulling Leela behind the bougainvillea. A security guard’s flashlight swept the path, inches from their hiding spot. Leela held her breath, Zahid’s palm warm over her mouth. The beam lingered, then moved on. “Time to go,” Zahid breathed against her ear. He helped her dress, fingers lingering on her saree’s folds. “The service elevator,” he said. “Meet me tomorrow. Same bench. Midnight.”
Leela nodded, trembling as she smoothed her hair. She slipped back toward the hotel lights, Zahid’s taste still on her lips.
The suite was dark. Rohan snored softly on the king bed, laptop glowing beside him. Leela crept to the bathroom, locking the door. Under the harsh light, she examined herself smudged kohl, grass stains on her petticoat, the faint bite mark on her inner thigh. She ran a bath, sinking into scalding water until her skin turned pink. One night, she told her reflection. It meant nothing.
Next evening, dinner dragged. Rohan discussed profit margins while Leela pushed lamb around her plate. At 11:45, she feigned a headache. “Sleep well,” Rohan mumbled, already reaching for his tablet. Her heart hammered as she took the service elevator down.
Zahid waited in the garden shadows, leaning against the bench. He didn’t smile. “You came.” His hand slid possessively around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She felt his hardness through his trousers. “I need you inside me,” she breathed, already fumbling with his zipper. He kissed her deep, claiming as his fingers pushed her panties aside, finding her wet. “Not here,” he growled against her mouth. “My room.”
He led her through a dimly lit service corridor, past humming laundry carts. Inside a cramped staff quarters, he locked the door. The air smelled of sandalwood soap and sweat. Leela pressed him against the wall, tearing at his shirt buttons. “Now,” she demanded. He spun her around, pinning her wrists above her head. “Beg,” he ordered, biting her neck. “Tell me how much you want this filthy cock.”
She gasped as he ripped her blouse open. “Please fuck me raw.” He shoved her onto the narrow bed, spreading her thighs. His tongue plunged into her pussy, licking her clit with rough strokes until she screamed into a pillow. “Taste yourself,” he commanded, lifting her hips. She obeyed, sucking his fingers slick with her juices.
He mounted her, slamming in without warning. Leela clawed his back as he pounded her, the bed frame slamming against the wall. “Cum for me, slut,” he snarled, thumb grinding her clit. She shattered instantly, sobbing his name. He followed, pumping his load deep inside her with a guttural groan. “Stay,” he ordered, collapsing beside her. His fingers traced the cum leaking from her. “We’re not done.”
Later, Zahid pinned her against the sink. “Open.” She obeyed, taking his cock down her throat until tears streamed. He fucked her face relentlessly, gripping her hair. “Swallow it all,” he commanded, unloading thick ropes down her gullet. She choked but obeyed, licking him clean.
He spun her around, bending her over the sink. “Last round.” He re-entered her sore pussy, jackhammering until her legs buckled. Leela screamed into her arm as another orgasm ripped through her. Zahid came with a roar, filling her a second time. They slumped to the floor, breathing ragged.
Dawn crept through the blinds. Zahid kissed her bruised lips. “Tomorrow,” he whispered. “Same room.” Leela dressed silently, his seed dripping down her thigh. She slipped into the hallway, the scent of sex clinging to her skin.
Rohan was awake, pacing. “Where were you?” His voice cracked. Leela froze. “Couldn’t sleep. Walked the gardens.” He grabbed her wrist, eyes bloodshot. “Liar. Security saw you.” His grip tightened. “With him.”
She jerked free. “You haven’t touched me in months!” The words tore out. Rohan recoiled. “So you spread for a waiter?” His laugh was bitter. “His name is Zahid,” she hissed. Rohan raised his hand. She didn’t flinch. “Hit me. Prove him right.”
He lowered his fist. “Pack. We leave tonight.” Leela stared at the locked door. Zahid’s voice echoed. Tomorrow. She turned slowly. “No.” Rohan blinked. “What?” “I’m staying,” she said. His face crumpled. “You’ll have nothing!” She smiled faintly. “I have myself.”
The elevator chimed softly. Leela pressed G, not Lobby. The service corridors smelled of bleach and steamed linen. Zahid leaned against his doorframe, towel slung low on his hips. “You came,” he breathed. She pushed past him. “Lock it.”
He pinned her against the wall, fingers digging into her hips. “Tell me why.” Leela arched into him. “Because I want your cock inside me now.” He ripped her blouse open, buttons scattering. Her breasts spilled free. “Beg properly,” he growled, biting her nipple.
She gasped. “Fuck me raw. Make me scream.” He shoved her onto the bed, spreading her thighs wide. His tongue plunged into her wetness, licking her clit with rough strokes until her legs shook. “Taste yourself,” he commanded, shoving slick fingers into her mouth. She sucked greedily.
He flipped her onto her knees. “Arch that back.” She obeyed, presenting herself. He spat onto his palm, slicked his thick cock, and slammed into her sore pussy. Leela cried out as he pounded her relentlessly, the bedframe slamming against the wall. “Take it deeper!” he snarled, gripping her hips.
His thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles as he hammered her G-spot. “Cum!” he demanded. She shattered instantly, screaming into the mattress as her walls clenched around him. He followed with a roar, pumping hot jets deep inside her womb.
They collapsed, breathless. Zahid traced the cum leaking down her thigh. “You belong to me now,” he murmured. Leela turned, kissing him fiercely. “Always.” Outside, dawn painted the sky coral. Rohan’s flight would leave without her.
The staff cafeteria buzzed with morning chatter. Zahid slid a tray beside hers steaming chai, parathas. “Eat.” His knee pressed against hers under the table. Leela sipped the sweet tea, warmth spreading through her. A manager frowned their way. Zahid’s hand found her knee, squeezing reassurance. “Tonight,” he whispered. “My shift ends at ten.”
She spent the day wandering Dubai Mall, the air conditioning chilling her skin. Gold souks glittered; perfume stalls drowned senses in oudh. At a lingerie boutique, she bought black lace. The saleswoman winked. “For someone special?” Leela’s cheeks flushed. “Yes.”
Back in Zahid’s room, she waited. Sunset bled crimson through the blinds. Footsteps approached then the turn of the key. He filled the doorway, smelling of coffee and sweat. His gaze burned through her simple salwar kameez. “Take it off.”
She obeyed slowly, revealing the lace beneath. Zahid’s breath caught. He pinned her against the wall, fingers digging into her hips. “Whose?” he demanded. “Yours,” she gasped as his mouth claimed hers. He tore the lace panties away, dropping to his knees. His tongue plunged into her wetness, licking her clit with rough strokes until she clawed at his shoulders. “Beg for my cock.”
“Please,” she whimpered. “Fuck me raw.” He lifted her onto the sink, spreading her legs wide. He drove into her with a groan, filling her completely. Leela wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting each thrust as he pounded her against the mirror. Steam fogged the glass where her palms pressed.
He flipped her around, bending her over the counter. “Deeper,” she choked. Zahid spat onto his shaft, gripped her hips, and slammed back in. The rhythm was brutal, relentless. Her breasts swayed with each impact. He reached around, pinching her nipples hard. “Cum now,” he ordered. She shattered instantly, screaming as her walls clenched around him.
He followed with a roar, pumping hot jets deep inside her. They collapsed onto the cold tiles, breathless. Zahid traced the sweat between her breasts. “Tomorrow,” he murmured against her ear. “We find you a flat.” Leela kissed his collarbone, his seed leaking onto the floor. Outside, the call to prayer echoed. She didn’t flinch.
Days blurred. Leela rented a studio near Deira Creek, paid with Zahid’s crumpled dirhams. The room smelled of fish and exhaust, but his scent lingered on her sheets. He came nightly sometimes gentle, whispering Urdu poetry as he peeled off her clothes. Mostly rough: bending her over the sink, spanking her raw before sinking teeth into her shoulder. “Mine,” he’d growl, filling her until she wept from pleasure.
One evening, pounding rain hid their cries. Zahid pinned her against the window, watching droplets streak the glass as he thrust. “Scream,” he ordered. She did loud enough to drown the thunder. After, he wiped her thighs with his kandura. “Marry me,” he said abruptly. Leela froze. “I’m still ” “Divorce him,” he cut in. His thumb pressed her lower lip. “Or I stop coming.”
Rohan’s lawyer called at dawn. Leela hung up, trembling. Zahid arrived unannounced, smelling of cardamom and rain. He pushed her against the fridge, hiking up her nightdress. “Answer?” he demanded, biting her neck. She gasped as he entered her hard, claiming. “Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes.” He smiled against her skin, fucking her until the fridge rattled. “Good girl.”
Divorce papers arrived by courier. Leela signed them on Zahid’s bed, ink smearing as he knelt between her thighs. His tongue circled her clit slowly, teasingly. “Reward,” he murmured, before sucking her into climax. She arched, signing her name in shaky strokes. He snatched the papers away, tossing them aside. “Now,” he growled, flipping her onto her knees. “Beg for my cock.”
She obeyed, voice ragged. He slammed into her from behind, gripping her hips. The thrusts were brutal, deep. Leela screamed into the pillow, clawing the sheets as he pounded her soreness into bliss. “Cum!” he ordered. She shattered instantly, milking him as he emptied himself inside her with a roar.
Later, Zahid traced the fresh bruises on her hips. “Nikah tomorrow,” he declared. Leela kissed his palm. “Yes.” Outside, the muezzin’s call echoed. She didn’t look back.
The ceremony was stark a small room near the mosque, Zahid’s uncle officiating. Leela wore simple white cotton, no sindoor in her parting. Zahid’s gaze burned as he recited the vows. “I accept,” she whispered. His thumb pressed into her wrist, possessive. Afterward, he pushed her against the car window, hiking up her skirt. “Mine now,” he growled, thrusting into her soreness as traffic blurred past. She gasped, arching into him. “Always.”
Their apartment smelled of jasmine and sex. Zahid worked double shifts; Leela waited. Nights were raw him pinning her against the fridge, her legs hooked over his shoulders as he devoured her. “Louder,” he’d command. She screamed his name until neighbors pounded walls. He’d laugh, flipping her onto her knees. “Good wife.”
One evening, he arrived silent. Storm clouds brewed in his eyes. “He’s here,” Zahid spat. Rohan stood in the lobby, suit rumpled. “Leela ” Zahid stepped between them. “She’s Begum Zahid now.” Rohan lunged. Zahid’s fist cracked his jaw. Leela watched, blood roaring in her ears. Zahid wiped his knuckles. “Go.” Rohan fled. Zahid turned, grabbing Leela’s hair. “You chose right.” He dragged her upstairs, shoving her onto the bed. She spread her legs before he asked. His cock filled her hard, claiming. She came sobbing his name. He didn’t stop until dawn.
