The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the ceiling fan spinning lazily above. Ayisha adjusted her hijab, the fabric brushing against her cheeks as she glanced around the dimly lit living room. Her heart raced, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in her chest. It was just a game—hide and seek—something she hadn’t played since she was a child. But tonight, it felt different. Why did I agree to this? she wondered, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her parda.“Ready or not, here I come!” her father’s voice echoed from the hallway, deep and teasing. Ayisha’s breath hitched. She darted behind the heavy velvet curtains, her back pressed against the cool wall. The fabric of her parda rustled softly as she tried to steady her breathing. Don’t make a sound, she told herself, though her pulse thrummed loudly in her ears.Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate. Ayisha squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to disappear into the shadows. The curtain shifted slightly, and she froze. A hand brushed against her arm, sending a shiver down her spine.“Found you,” her father whispered, his voice low and warm. Ayisha’s eyes flew open to find him standing inches away, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. His presence was overwhelming, his cologne mingling with the faint scent of sweat. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry.“You cheated,” she accused, though her voice came out softer than she intended. She stepped back, but the wall behind her left no room to escape.“Cheated?” he chuckled, stepping closer. “Or am I just that good?” His hand lingered on her arm, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her. Ayisha’s cheeks burned, and she looked away, her gaze falling to the floor. This is wrong, a small voice in her head whispered, but it was drowned out by the heat pooling in her stomach.Her mother’s voice called from the kitchen, distant and muffled. “Are you two still playing? Dinner’s almost ready!”Her father didn’t move. His eyes stayed locked on hers, dark and unreadable. “One more round,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “But this time, I’ll count to twenty. And if I find you…” He trailed off, his smirk widening.Ayisha’s heart skipped a beat. “If you find me… what?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “You’ll see.”Before she could respond, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, her mind racing. What does he mean? She shook her head, trying to clear the fog of confusion. It was just a game. Nothing more.She tiptoed out from behind the curtains and hurried down the hallway, her bare feet silent against the tiled floor. The house was a maze of hiding spots—the linen closet, the space under the stairs, the guest bedroom—but none felt safe enough. Finally, she slipped into her parents’ bedroom, the air thick with the scent of her father’s aftershave. She crouched behind the bed, her knees pressing into the plush carpet.“One… two… three…” His voice carried through the house, slow and deliberate. Ayisha’s breath quickened. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside her. Why does this feel so intense?The counting continued, each number drawing him closer. When he reached “nineteen,” the door creaked open. Ayisha held her breath, her body tense. Footsteps padded across the room, stopping just short of the bed. She could hear him breathing, steady and controlled.“Twenty,” he said softly. “Ready or not…”The bed dipped as he sat down, his weight shifting the mattress. Ayisha’s heart pounded in her chest. He knows I’m here. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying he would give up and leave.But then his hand reached down, brushing against her shoulder. “Found you,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.Ayisha’s eyes flew open. She looked up to find him staring down at her, his expression unreadable. “You’re too good at this,” she said weakly, trying to laugh it off.He didn’t smile. Instead, he reached out and gently tugged at the edge of her parda. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her waist. Ayisha’s breath caught in her throat. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice trembling.“Just making sure you’re not hiding anything else,” he replied, his tone light but his eyes intense. His fingers traced the line of her collarbone, sending a shiver through her. Ayisha’s mind screamed at her to pull away, but her body refused to move.“Dad…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “Shh,” he murmured. “It’s just a game.”The sound of footsteps in the hallway made them both freeze. Her mother’s voice called out again, closer this time. “Dinner’s ready! Where are you two?”Her father straightened up, his expression shifting back to its usual calm demeanor. “Coming!” he called back, his voice steady. He stood and offered Ayisha his hand. “Let’s go.”Ayisha hesitated, her mind still reeling. She took his hand and let him pull her to her feet, her legs feeling like jelly. As they walked out of the room, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed—something she couldn’t quite put into words.At the dinner table, she picked at her food, her appetite gone. Her father chatted casually with her mother, as if nothing had happened. But every now and then, his eyes would meet hers across the table, and she felt that same electric charge run through her.When dinner was over, he stood and stretched. “One more round?” he asked, his gaze locking onto hers.Ayisha’s stomach twisted. She opened her mouth to say no, but the words wouldn’t come out. Instead, she nodded slowly, her heart pounding in her chest.“Good,” he said with a smile that sent a shiver down her spine. “I’ll count to twenty.”

Ayisha played hide and seek with her father, hiding behind the curtains first and then in her parents' bedroom. Her father found her each time, with his touch and words becoming increasingly intimate. After dinner, Ayisha agreed to play another round of hide and seek.

The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the ceiling fan spinning lazily above. Ayisha adjusted her hijab, the fabric brushing against her cheeks as she glanced around the dimly lit living room. Her heart raced, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in her chest. It was just a game—hide and seek—something she hadn’t played since she was a child. But tonight, it felt different. *Why did I agree to this?* she wondered, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her parda.

“Ready or not, here I come!” her father’s voice echoed from the hallway, deep and teasing. Ayisha’s breath hitched. She darted behind the heavy velvet curtains, her back pressed against the cool wall. The fabric of her parda rustled softly as she tried to steady her breathing. *Don’t make a sound,* she told herself, though her pulse thrummed loudly in her ears.

Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate. Ayisha squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to disappear into the shadows. The curtain shifted slightly, and she froze. A hand brushed against her arm, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Found you,” her father whispered, his voice low and warm. Ayisha’s eyes flew open to find him standing inches away, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. His presence was overwhelming, his cologne mingling with the faint scent of sweat. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry.

“You cheated,” she accused, though her voice came out softer than she intended. She stepped back, but the wall behind her left no room to escape.

“Cheated?” he chuckled, stepping closer. “Or am I just that good?” His hand lingered on her arm, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her. Ayisha’s cheeks burned, and she looked away, her gaze falling to the floor. *This is wrong,* a small voice in her head whispered, but it was drowned out by the heat pooling in her stomach.

Her mother’s voice called from the kitchen, distant and muffled. “Are you two still playing? Dinner’s almost ready!”

Her father didn’t move. His eyes stayed locked on hers, dark and unreadable. “One more round,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “But this time, I’ll count to twenty. And if I find you…” He trailed off, his smirk widening.

Ayisha’s heart skipped a beat. “If you find me… what?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “You’ll see.”

Before she could respond, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, her mind racing. *What does he mean?* She shook her head, trying to clear the fog of confusion. It was just a game. Nothing more.

She tiptoed out from behind the curtains and hurried down the hallway, her bare feet silent against the tiled floor. The house was a maze of hiding spots—the linen closet, the space under the stairs, the guest bedroom—but none felt safe enough. Finally, she slipped into her parents’ bedroom, the air thick with the scent of her father’s aftershave. She crouched behind the bed, her knees pressing into the plush carpet.

“One… two… three…” His voice carried through the house, slow and deliberate. Ayisha’s breath quickened. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside her. *Why does this feel so intense?*

The counting continued, each number drawing him closer. When he reached “nineteen,” the door creaked open. Ayisha held her breath, her body tense. Footsteps padded across the room, stopping just short of the bed. She could hear him breathing, steady and controlled.

“Twenty,” he said softly. “Ready or not…”

The bed dipped as he sat down, his weight shifting the mattress. Ayisha’s heart pounded in her chest. *He knows I’m here.* She squeezed her eyes shut, praying he would give up and leave.

But then his hand reached down, brushing against her shoulder. “Found you,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Ayisha’s eyes flew open. She looked up to find him staring down at her, his expression unreadable. “You’re too good at this,” she said weakly, trying to laugh it off.

He didn’t smile. Instead, he reached out and gently tugged at the edge of her parda. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her waist. Ayisha’s breath caught in her throat. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Just making sure you’re not hiding anything else,” he replied, his tone light but his eyes intense. His fingers traced the line of her collarbone, sending a shiver through her. Ayisha’s mind screamed at her to pull away, but her body refused to move.

“Dad…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “Shh,” he murmured. “It’s just a game.”

The sound of footsteps in the hallway made them both freeze. Her mother’s voice called out again, closer this time. “Dinner’s ready! Where are you two?”

Her father straightened up, his expression shifting back to its usual calm demeanor. “Coming!” he called back, his voice steady. He stood and offered Ayisha his hand. “Let’s go.”

Ayisha hesitated, her mind still reeling. She took his hand and let him pull her to her feet, her legs feeling like jelly. As they walked out of the room, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed—something she couldn’t quite put into words.

At the dinner table, she picked at her food, her appetite gone. Her father chatted casually with her mother, as if nothing had happened. But every now and then, his eyes would meet hers across the table, and she felt that same electric charge run through her.

When dinner was over, he stood and stretched. “One more round?” he asked, his gaze locking onto hers.

Ayisha’s stomach twisted. She opened her mouth to say no, but the words wouldn’t come out. Instead, she nodded slowly, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Good,” he said with a smile that sent a shiver down her spine. “I’ll count to twenty.”

A young, modest woman named Ayisha finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of hide and seek with her father, who manipulates the situation to exploit her innocence.

The game begins innocently enough, but Ayisha's father uses the opportunity to isolate her and make her feel vulnerable.

As the game progresses, Ayisha's father takes advantage of the situation to touch her inappropriately and make her feel uncomfortable.

Ayisha struggles to understand her feelings and the situation, but her father's manipulation leaves her feeling confused and powerless.

The game continues to escalate, with Ayisha's father pushing the boundaries of their relationship and Ayisha's comfort zone.

Forbidden Hide and Seek

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