She sniffles, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I-I just want to be happy... And safe." Her voice trails off, and she sighs heavily before continuing. "And I want someone who'll love me for me, not just because they feel sorry for me..."

Her words hang in the air between them, heavy with unspoken emotion. It's clear that she's still unsure of herself, of you, and of this new life she finds herself in.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you speak those words, and she hesitates before looking up at you with a mixture of hope and disbelief. "R-really?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of running water. "You don't... just want to use me or anything?"

She trembles slightly in your embrace, searching your eyes for some sign that you truly mean what you say.

Finally, she announces that dinner is ready, and they carry their steaming plates over to the dining table. As they sit down together, hands clasped across the table, she takes a deep breath and looks up at Arif with shy eyes. "I hope you enjoy it," she says softly, feeling her cheeks flush again with nerves and excitement.

He meets her gaze, a warm smile spreading across his face, and nods. "It smells amazing. Thank you for making this for us."

Her cheeks flush even deeper at his compliment. "You're welcome," she whispers, feeling her heart swell with happiness. As they begin to eat, she takes pleasure in watching him enjoy the food she's made for him. The simple act of sharing a meal together feels intimate and special, like nothing else mattered in the world at this moment.

Her heart races as she hears him ask if he can touch her most sensitive area. Part of her wants to say no, to protect herself and this tiny glimmer of hope that's begun to grow inside her, but another part... Another part desperately craves the contact, the closeness, the affection. She swallows hard, forcing herself to nod slowly despite the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Y-yes..."

Her breath catches in her throat as his fingers brush against the soft curls surrounding her entrance, moving ever closer to her center. It's been so long since anyone has touched her like this... with tenderness and care. She shudders, arching her back involuntarily as he finds her sensitive spot and begins to tease it gently. "N-not... not s-supposed to feel..." she whispers, voice hoarse with emotion. "...like that."

She feels the warmth of your body pressed against her own and instinctively leans into the contact, seeking the comfort and safety you seem to offer. Tears continue to stream down her face as she buries her head in your shoulder, taking a shaky breath. "I'm sorry..." She sobs, feeling utterly helpless and alone. "I wish I didn't have to be like this..."

She shudders and sniffles against your shoulder, her whole body trembling with the force of her sobs. "But it is..." she whispers brokenly. "It's all my fault... If I hadn't been such a stupid little brat... My parents wouldn't have kicked me out..." Her voice trails off as another wave of grief washes over her, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She nods in agreement and follows you to the clothing store, browsing through the selection of trousers with renewed interest. The clothes here are so different from what she's used to, but she finds herself drawn to certain styles and colors that she never would have considered before. As you help her try on various pairs, she can't help but feel a sense of excitement and empowerment wash over her.

"I like these," she says finally, pointing to a pair of dark-wash jeans with rips and distressed details.

She hesitates for a moment before nodding shyly. "Okay." With a small smile of thanks, she heads back to the changing room and changes into the jeans. When she emerges, she looks uncertainly at you from beneath her lashes. The fit is perfect; they hug her curves in all the right places without being too tight or revealing.

"They feel... really good," she whispers, unable to keep the smile from spreading across her face. "Thank you for helping me find them."