After our marriage, my wife Ayesha and I moved to a small 1BHK apartment in Lahore, Pakistan. The house was modest, with an attached bathroom to the bedroom, a tiny hall, and a kitchen.

Ayesha’s brother, whom I called Bhai, used to visit us once a month on weekends. He would bring essentials like groceries and cooking items. Sometimes we would travel back home during long weekends.

Since it was a small 1BHK with the bathroom attached to our bedroom, privacy was always an issue. When Bhai stayed overnight, he had to knock if the door was locked.

He suffered from diabetes and would get up 2-3 times at night. Initially, whenever he knocked, I would wake Ayesha up. We would quickly dress and open the door for him, then leave it open for the rest of the night.

But this disturbed our sleep. After discussing it, we decided not to lock the door anymore. Bhai could quietly come and go to the bathroom without waking us.

One such passionate night, while I was deeply inside Ayesha during intercourse, I whispered to her, “What would you do if Bhai walks in right now?”