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When Oman saw Tara with that bastard, his senses were clouded with anger. He wanted to beat him to a pulp but stopped when he saw Tara's scared face. Her facial expressions affected him. In other words, it controlled him.

Her long hair were opened and falling down on her slim waist. That bastard dared to touch her and her hair. The thought of someone else touching her erupted an urge to hide her and never let anyone see her.

When they came back in their tent, He covered her head with his scarf and sweetly told her not to uncover her head again in front of another man.

The poor girl just nodded meekly.

She was his, and he wouldn't let any other male come near her. This much he knew.

she avoided his gaze, making him go crazy. Her face looked gloomy, and she was serenely quiet for the entire day. Looking at her downhearted face, he regretted yelling at her.

He apologised for his behaviour. But she wasn't in the mood to settle things between them.

His heart would frequently beat looking at her. He can't blame himself. She walks in beauty, like midnight.

His mind wasn't at peace after looking at her trembling body while she stood in front of him in fear.he wanted to kiss her with the intense passion he left in his body after touching the most beautiful and innocent girl.

Her innocence played with his heart.After torturing him enough. She hugged him from behind and told him she wasn't angry at him anymore. even requested not to yell at her again.

They connected their foreheads together to make a deal between them.

Everything was beautiful. He braided her hair beautifully, while Tara asked random questions about him and the reason to leave the country.

She was his wife, and she owns him now. Without giving a single thought, he told her everything.

How he was betrayed by his best friend, Shahbaz. Oman was loyal to its sultan, had won big wars, and brought glory to this nation.

Sultan was happy and promoted him to be general of the army two years ago. Whereas Shahbaz couldn't stand this, he wanted Oman's fortune.

That corrupted Shahbaz turned into a power-hungry dog. The lust for power and money led him tobetray Oman, with whom he had spent half of his life. He cheated and lied to satisfy his greed.

He killed the sultan's younger brother and filled the sultan's ears with lies that Oman killed his brother and wants to murder the sultan too.

Sultan the next morning ordered to kill Oman. But he escaped and hid in disguise.

Tara felt fear creep in. She can't even imagine something happening to Oman. He was her everything now, her husband. a little scary, but all her.

Exhaustingly, days went at a slow pace. Oman was extremely unsettled at this place as mostly soldiers roamed on their horses, patrolling the area.

He would sit in the tent. While going out of the tent, a better part of his face would be covered with a scarf.

Now he was more cautious and wanted to get out of here with their lives. All he got were a few gold coins in his pocket, and he still has to buy a camel to survive in the desert.

He kept an eye on Tara. Wherever he went, whether talking to another nomad, in every aspect he wanted her to be around him.

He would feel a pain that raged inside him whenever he thought of going away from her. He was a sinner at prayer.

He just couldn't point a finger at this feeling. However, it lingered in him. He craved for her. Her eyes control his very soul.

He wasn't this possessive with Humaira. His friends would tease him that Humaira loves him and he should start a domestic life with her. His heart never agreed to it.

Tara changed him for the better. At their first meeting four months ago, he knew this hazel-eyed girl would start a chaotic period in his life.

They both became so close to each other that Tara was comfortable enough to sit on his lap when they were alone in their tent.

Suspiciously, Daria was eyeing them closely. She remembers once going into their tent and seeing Tara clutching Oman's neck with their faces only inches apart. When they sensed she was there, they pulled apart. Their relationship confused her.

That day, he acted so weird when Tara wasn't with her. He went crazy looking for her and seethed with anger; his jaw was clenched the whole time. When they both came back, Tara's eyes were red and fluffy. While Oman's face was plain, his eyes were blazing, ready to kill someone.

He even asked Daria to purchase clothes for Tara from the bazaar located in the city. She wanted to question him about Tara. Why does she not have any clothes or belongings? If he was his uncle, then where is her family? Why are they together?

She has thousands of questions on her mind. She didn't want to think about it, but it seemed like he kidnapped Tara.

Her mind ran, thinking about previous circumstances and why Tara spoke so little with her. only replied in one or two words.

Ohh! Poor soul! I need to protect Tara from that perverted Omani.

She decided to tell everything to her father, Jahanshah.

The dawn of the fourth day came, and the sun covered the sand dunes with golden light.

After their breakfast, Oman took Tara to where the palm trees were located to spend some time with her. Because now Daria has irritated him so much. She would stay stuck with Tara and wouldn't leave their tent. He paid her father for the tent; they weren't living there for free.

He hugged her, wrapping his arms around her and pressing her softness tightly into him. Great passion fills his heart.

"Tomorrow we will depart from here." He said still hugging her.

She looked up, meeting his eyes.

"Really, I don't want to go," she pouted. He patted her head.

"We have to go. Far away from this country," she said, dropping her head at that.

"We will have our home there." She asked suddenly, with a sweet smile. She sounded so innocent at that moment.

"Of course, baby, I'll make a beautiful home for you," he said while cupping her face in his big hands.

"Tara, I'll try with every fibre in my body to provide you every luxury," he promised her.

He will make her feel like a princess living in a castle.

"I don't want anything," she said, looking into his eyes.

She only wanted him to stay close to her forever. He was her family. The family she ever needed and craved

"But I want to give you everything," he said, smiling down at her.

Suddenly, two great eyes slashed straight through his heart. The wound was quick and keen.

He yearned to kiss her lips.

"Tara, can I kiss you?"

"No," she said while drawing some round patterns on his chest with her slim finger.

"Why? You also kissed me that day," he said, pulling her chin up and making her look directly into his eyes.

"I don't like it," he felt someone stab him in the chest.

She was so responsive to his touches before; this can't be true.

"Why," his voice was a little bit angry.

She shifted her face to the side.

"My heart aches when you touch me," she said.

He smirked.

"Your heartbeat? Does it run fast when i lovingly touch you?"

No response. She was shy.

He pulled her face up to look at her face and kissed her cheek sweetly.

He saw her cheeks turn pink. Blushing hard. How badly he wanted to suck those cheeks!

He knew it from the start; she liked him. She was so innocent to understand these feelings.

He kissed the corner of her lips.

"Your heartbeat is racing?" Ardently, he traced her soft lips with his thumb.

Tara took his hand in her hands and placed it on her chest.

She didn't lie; her heartbeat was unstoppable. If he lowered himself to her level, he could clearly hear it like drums thumping loudly.

He didn't have the power to control himself any longer. He leaned down, reaching at her lever. Tilting her face with his hands He took her lips into his mouth. Taking her both lips in his mouth, he sucking them gently.

He wanted to pull her closer if it was possible.

Sliding his hand lower, he squeezed her waist. She gasped and opened her mouth.

He pushed his tongue into her mouth. When their tongues touched, sparks erupted in their bodies. It all felt magical.

He took her lower lip and sucked on it for some time. Then he pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth, exploring every inch of it.

Emotions wreaked havoc on him, making him miserable.

She was getting out of breath, so she pushed her fists against his chest to stop him. Instead, he went sucking at her jaw before lowering to her throat and pulled away. He didn't want to stop, and wanted to keep devouring her till eternity.

When he got back his senses Her lips were chapped because of his kisses. He couldn't believe he had carried away with his emotions.

Oman attached their heads together. Oman sweetly gave her some butterfly kisses on her face to make her feel better about the kiss.