Sahara In Love's

Side Story (Diandra and Gibran)

His heart was beating very quickly his face lowered and his two fingers interlaced to play each other to relieve nervousness and fear. Right next to him a man with hardened jaws gripped the steering wheel of the car so strongly and drove splitting the road at high speed.

The look on his face depicted anger and the look on his eyes was also filled with deep emotions, all because of his mistake. After making a rowdy at an event they go and he has to prepare himself for everything that could have happened.

Diandra and Gibran.

The two of them had just left from the wedding organizer event owned by one of Gibran's friends and there Diandra accidentally met someone he knew very well. His name is Sagara, he was one of Diandra's best friends when High School and they were close enough, not even very close and ever in love too.

At first they only talked until finally when the light started to darken because the music started to sound and some people were busy dancing. The man named Sagara asked Diandra to dance and they did so with Gibran's sharp gaze.

They dance to the music while chatting about many things until in the middle of the music that sagara said that she missed Diandra and the hand that was previously on the waist Diandra crept up to her neck. In the midst of his shock Diandra only kept quiet even as Sagara brought her face closer until she felt Sagara being pulled away forcibly.

The sound of swearing was heard along with the screeches of those who made Diandra aware that Gibran had just hit Sagara.

"Suck!"

Still with a surprised face, Diandra's hand was pulled by force and she followed Gibran's footsteps which so quickly led him out of the building. The man's face flushed with anger and Diandra could only comply while enduring the pain in his hands due to such a tight grip.

And here they are now.

Gibran's car is currently stopped in the apartment area and after parking his car he returns to take Diandra to his apartment. Inside the elevator Diandra remained silent as he occasionally glanced at Gibran whose jaw was hardened and one of his hands was clenched firmly.

Stopping on the third floor Gibran takes him to his apartment and Diandra's heart beats faster as Gibran sits forcefully on the sofa. His face turned red and he went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to drink the cold water in there and went back to Diandra.

"So because of that jerk guy?" Ask Gibran angry

"Sister...."

"Because of her you hung me for months and didn't give me the answer to the proposal I always asked?!" Ask Gibran again

Diandra shook her head slowly, that was not the reason.

"Not that...."

"Then what is Diandra?! Say what?!" Ask Gibran

"I. me and Sagara just..."

"Don't mention the name of that jerk in front of me!" Gibran was angry

Diandra closed his eyes as Gibran said that in a high tone as if to snap at him.

"The man touched you and wanted to kiss you, but why are you just silent?! Do you like that jerk guy?" Ask Gibran again

The man seemed to be filled with emotions that Diandra could not handle.

"No Brother..."

"I've been waiting for you Diandra, it's been months since I proposed to you and wasn't given any answers." Gibran said in a voice that grew smaller

Diandra just kept quiet and lowered his face without saying much, he was afraid of mispronunciation and even made Gibran even more angry.

Diandra's breath was restrained as Gibran sat beside her grabbing her body and making her face to face with her burly body. Gibran's index finger touched his chin and pulled it so Diandra could look him in the eye.

Maybe Gibran will regret this later, but he doesn't care.

"You belong to me only Diandra! I can do anything to make you mine!" Gibran said with great emphasis

Gibran's face approached and made Diandra hold her breath for a moment especially when the man's sigh hit her neck. Diandra's little hand held Gibran's burly arm when the man's lips touched his neck.

Bite her lower lip to hold the sound she wanted to make when a kiss landed on her neck. Several times Gibran peeked at his neck before he put his face away and looked at Diandra again, fusing their foreheads together and gently rubbing his cheeks.

"Why Ra? Why do you never give an answer? Do you doubt my feelings?" Ask Gibran

He willingly waited for months for an answer to his proposal, but today he even saw the woman he had applied for almost being kissed by another man.

"No, sister, it's not me...."

His words were silenced with a kiss on Gibran, the man's burly hands were on his waist and pulled him closer and Diandra's hands were brought to circle around his neck. When Diandra was just silent Gibran bit her lower lip slowly and made Diandra reflexively open her mouth to make the man deepen his kiss.

"Mmh... Brother.. already..."

Diandra tried to talk in the middle of their kiss, but Gibran did not want to stop and instead lifted the tiny body of Diandra, taking her to sit on his lap.

The more drawn closer Diandra felt the more afraid and anxious that they would cross the line. When Diandra felt almost out of breath Gibran distanced his face and they both gasped.

Once again Gibran pulled Diandra's chin so that the woman would look at him and damn it he was getting mad when he saw her.

My glare and her slightly swollen and red lips around her neck made Gibran even more infatuated.

"You are so beautiful Diandra." Gibran said as he rubbed Diandra's lower lip in a gentle and slow motion

"My brother..."

Again his words were interrupted as Gibran stood up and carried him he grew more anxious as the man opened the door, entering a room quite spacious. Slowly Diandra was laid on the bed and Gibran looked at her in silence, praising the beauty Diandra had in his heart.

"You love me Diandra?" Ask Gibran

Diandra looked at him for a while then nodded her head.

"Who was that jerk?" Ask Gibran

"Gags..."

"Not the name!" Gibran

"My schoolmates." Said Diandra

"You guys ever dated?" Ask Gibran again

Diandra simply nodded in response and it made Gibran's jaw harden even more.

"You know something Diandra?" Gibran asked as he brought his face closer and stroked the beautiful face of Diandra with his index finger

Diandra shook her head slowly.

"Now you're my baby"

Gibran said it in a whisper and stopped at Diandra's neck again and kissed her once.

Looking back at the face of Diandra who looks flushed Gibran again kissed her so softly, but excited.

"And no one else can touch you or think of having you." Gibran

"Stop saying the word Diandra!" Gibran was angry

Diandra held her breath as Gibran's index finger stroked her face and continued down to her neck.

Gibran, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, began to rise and was on top of Diandra and then brought his face closer until their noses touched. Diandra's breath was restrained and she shook her head slowly, pleading for Gibran to stop, but unfortunately she got a kiss on her lips.

Gibran's body continued to approach and towards his back he distanced his face, staring at Diandra who was back shaking his head slowly. Unfortunately the reddened face, slightly swollen lips, messy hair, and red on his neck made Gibran more and more stricken with passion.

He lifted a little Diandra's body along with Gibran who pulled the zipper of the light blue dress he was wearing.

"No, don't"

Not giving Gibran a response pulled down the dress from Diandra's body then looked back at her and damn she couldn't help herself anymore. The cry of Diandra's cry was heard when Gibran again attacked the neck of his column giving a lot of kisses there.

"You belong to me Diandra"

Gibran whispered in Diandra's ear while biting her softly.

"Sister don't..."

"I can't stop"

Once again Gibran kissed the lips of his girl who made him opiate, the lips that made him obsessed with Diandra and almost crazy to see him with other men besides himself. Gibran's hands began to venture into the parts of Diandra's body making the woman hold her breath with a faint look as well as a perfectly reddened face.

He's scared and anxious.

Diandra hoped Gibran would not go any further.

But, his fear grew as Gibran distanced himself and stared passionately.

The man's breathing was also messy his lips were wet because their kiss made Gibran look so charming.

He was sure that there were a lot of women willing to give up their bodies for Gibran if they saw this, but Diandra was definitely not one of them.

Diandra had promised herself that she would not marry, she would not believe in a relationship anymore.

Fear returned to Diandra when Gibran took off his suit and threw it away as long as he also pulled off his tie and opened one by one the buttons of his white shirt. Diandra's breath was restrained when the checkered stomach was seen so clearly and the chest of Gibran's field which unfortunately even made him think that it would be very comfortable to lean there.

"You tortured me Diandra." Gibran said with his hoarse voice

Diandra wanted to get up, but Gibran immediately caught his hands fusing together and carried his tiny hands overhead.

Diandra quickly shook his head as Gibran picked up the tie he had taken off and tied his hand so he could not squint.

"Sister..."

"Sstt don't call me dear brother." Gibran said as he rubbed Diandra's cheek with his index finger

"Call me Daddy"

Diandra shook her head again, she started to get scared.

"Sister I.mm not Brother...."

Diandra's body moved uneasily as Gibran touched her there and pressed her down strongly enough.

"Don't call me Brother!" Press Gibran again

"But, Brother. ahh don't"

"Will you call me brother?" Ask Gibran again

Gibran brought his face closer again and whispered in Diandra's ear with his hoarse voice.

"Call me Daddy"

The new Diandra wanted to say something, but Gibran again touched it there and made it even more frustrating.

"Daddy um quit"

Gibran's smile formed he looked back at Diandra's face.

Why would Diandra make it this crazy?

"Hmmmhp"

Once again Gibran kissed Diandra passionately making Diandra try to let go of her tied hands.

I don't know how long it took, but when their kiss came off Gibran immediately took off all his clothes and took off all of Diandra's interior as well.

Until they are completely plain now.

Gibran's eyes were filled with a fog of passion while Diandra was getting anxious she shook her head slowly, but Gibran instead overstretched her body. The man hid his face in the recess of Diandra's neck and kissed her several times before distancing his face and looking at Diandra again.

"It's a punishment for you for letting another man touch you"

After that word Diandra cringed in pain from feeling so sick and sore at the bottom. Her breathing felt heavy as if she wanted to faint, but the kiss on her lips kept Diandra open her eyes.

Pain mixed with pain overpowered him especially when Gibran began to move.

"Never be close to a man other than me." Gibran said after he had distanced his face

Diandra's eyes closed as the pain slowly disappeared.

The sound of their sighs intertwined in this apartment, all starting from jealousy.

One thing both of them believe.

They will regret this later.

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MY HAND IS TICKLING TYPING😭

I swear this I've written from the night, but it's only finished now because of BINGUNGG😂

Uda yaa do not mention how the process continues to continue to continue to go on😂

Later I will make a special story for the two of them, but later still in the process of😋

STILL SHAKING HIS HANDS!