In the fiery heat of Dubai, where tall buildings kissed the skies and the sea mirrored the endless azure, there lived a wealthy Arab named Hamid. He was known as much for his wealth as for his bride, the aristocratic Laila, a pair admired by all. Yet, beneath the facade of their perfect life, Hamid’s heart roved, seeking excitement beyond the sophisticated charm of his wife.
His eyes settled upon Salma, his youthful secretary. An ordinary woman of extraordinary beauty, Salma ignited in Hamid a flame that consumed him whole. Determined to make Salma his second wife, he confronted Laila, only to face fierce refusal. Trapped in a whirlwind of his own choices, he divorced Laila and married Salma, his heart aching with a cruel mix of excitement and guilt.
Laila, unaccustomed to the world beyond her affluent life, found herself met with lewd advances rather than job offers. Depression seized her as she stood bewildered in a bustling mall, tears streaming down her cheeks. That was when Salma, now the wife, found her and offered her a position as a housekeeper.
Returning home that evening, Hamid was taken aback at Salma’s decision. He was initially apprehensive, but Salma’s practicality convinced him. As time passed, Hamid found himself drawn back to Laila. Her elegance, dignity, and breeding shone through her humble clothes, reigniting the flame of his past love. Their past as man and wife led to Laila relenting and allowing him into her bed at night.
In this confusing situation, Hamid came to a decision to take a third wife, Farida, a woman of exceptional beauty. However, he found his interest leaning more towards his two ex-wives than Farida. Digging deep into his desires, he found a chilling truth – he was intoxicated by the power he held over them. With this realisation, he decided to make all three his housekeepers. The nights turned riotous as Hamid indulged in the pleasure of their company.
Soon, the intellectual void was replaced by an insatiable hunger for physical pleasure. The bed became his throne, adorned by three women, each a unique tale of intrigue. Their bodies were his canvas, their sighs his symphony, and their pleasure his ultimate reward. Hamid revelled in their presence, transcending any intellectual or emotional connection he had ever experienced.
This was not just living; it was living the dream. A dream fueled by desire, one that required no profound discussions, no intellectual stimulation. He had found his pursuit of happiness in the physicality of his relationships, a life of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
And in this unconventional arrangement, Hamid found his happiness. The man who once sought power now revelled in the sheer pleasure of physicality. His choices may not have aligned with societal norms, but he was content. He discovered that the key to happiness was not conforming but living the life that truly made him happy. Living a life of purely physical pleasure, surrounded by his three beautiful women, Hamid lived a fulfilled and, indeed, a very happy life.