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Oman seemed different now. She could tell he was furious. His eyes were dark and angry as they followed her every move. He even scolded her for no reason at all.

Sometimes Tara found him really hard to understand. He didn't have his dinner, nor did he come inside the tent at night.

She wanted to ask him if she had done anything wrong.

At night, she slept alone.

But later that night, she felt his presence beside her; Oman was vibrating strangely.

With panic, she opened her eyes and looked at him.

With shock, her eyes traced his face for any disturbed expressions.

Instead, he was biting his lips with pure ecstacy, and then her gaze travelled down toward his lower abdomen.

He was meticulously shaking his hand on his lower. But it was too dark to see clearly. Unable to move her body, she looked at his face; new emotions were coming and going.

Is he scratching his thigh?

What an animalistic way to scratch his own abdomen! With passing time, she became curious. To her, it seemed like he was in pain because he didn't stop. She didn't know how to stop him and was afraid, too. Why didn't he tell her if he was this sick?

She could clearly hear wet, sloppy sounds and his heavy breaths. Her heart was ready to burst out. She clutched the blanket in her fists in fear.

After groaning like an animal, the movements stopped, and then he looked relaxed. But when he turned to her, he cursed.

Tara knew what cursing was as people always shouted at her, throwing bad words her way. However, she didn't know the meaning of those words. Still, those words were not appealing to hear.

She pulled herself up.

"Tara?" The voice came out gruffer than he had expected. The tone must have betrayed the state he was in.

She saw me masturbating.

She didn't say anything instead kept looking at his midriff. Oman hurriedly covered his lower half with a blanket.

She couldn't clearly point it out, but there was something between his legs. Her heart dropped with fear. Her eyes moved back and forth from his eyes to his midriff.

"What's there?" She pointed her finger at his cock. Fortunately, he blew off the lamps, and it was too dark.

Her little chest was heaving, the girl finally managed to meet his gaze.

"Are you in pain? I can help you," she extended her hand toward his dick.

He grabbed her hand in a hard grip and gritted his teeth.

"No, why are you awake? Go back to sleep,"

He looked scary. He shouted at her many times. But now he was dangerous.

She clearly heard him groaning in pain. She was his wife; why didn't he tell her if he was in so much pain? She wanted to snatch away his every sorrow and sadness. but he never let her get close to him.

They both sat there looking at each other for a moment, not saying anything. Tara released a sigh.

Oman didn't know what excuse he should give. Should he tell her he was touching himself while thinking about her under him?

She crawled closer to him and grabbed his face with her tiny hands. She was being extra touchy with him because of what happened between them. They were close, and she was ready to enjoy his touch again.

"Let me look, please," she said, pushing her face closer and massaging his right cheek to show she cared for him.

Oman didn't know what to say. She was asking about touching him. For god's sake, he wouldn't control himself after that.

"No," he breathed out in his heavy voice.

She has a right on him; he himself told her he belonged to her. She found a unknown courage developing in her.

She removed her hand from his cheek and extended it toward his midriff. Her eyes were shining with curiousity. She pinched the blanket, which was covering his hard member.

He pushed her away before she could remove the blanket.

"I said sleep, dammit," he growled in anger.

He had this uncommon control over his temper. But rage took over him since she asked to touch his dick.

He thought she wasn't ready, but now she was asking for it. She isn't really that innocent after all.

Tara was now afraid of him, as he wasn't in his right state of mind, and he even threw her away, making her back hit the rugged floor.

Her feelings were visible on her face. Her heart ached.

He wanted to console her but didn't. Not now, when he was thinking of doing dirty things to her and when she was offering to touch his dick. He can't take her yet. She was still an innocent; he can't ruin that.

He stormed out of the tent, the blanket still wrapped around his hips.

She felt something tearing in her. She wasn't aware of the mistake she had made. Laying back on the mattress, she started weeping like a child. She knew he didn't like her touching him but pushing her away was something she never expected.

If he didn't like me touching him, then i won't touch him again. She thought in anger.

He himself kissed her, and every time he initiated touching her, Now she won't let him.

After sometime, she heard him coming inside the tent. Now nothing was the same as before. Their closeness was short-lived.

He lay beside her. She turned to the other side, not wanting to stay close to him and see his face. She was happy today about their new start and the beautiful kiss they shared. But he ruined everything.

She hoped Oman wasn't this cold and scary. She knew he could be charming and polite if he chose; many times he had treated her with great respect.

Now he wanted that beautiful girl in the tribe. She watched how they were both standing close and the way that girl talked to him and took care of him.

Will he leave me for her? She silently cried, thinking about various possibilities.

Trying to wash away the events of the day, she slept with a heavy heart. A blanket was kept on her small frame, stopping her shivers from the cold.

Oman didn't sleep for even a second. He was dumb to behave like a total maniac. The act was so sinful that he wanted to punish himself. However, he could expect something like this from himself.

He was always like this, clouded with lust. He was well aware of the consequences. Nevertheless, his lust for Tara was something different. If he had let her touch himself, he would have acted like a monster, taking her without any mercy.

He couldn't destroy her like that. She relies on him for her safety. He knew how his mind worked. He was her husband, but what he worried about was her age. He didn't give a damn what society thought of him. When she will be of right age, he will take their relationship one step forward.

The sun was high over the palm trees when Tara finally crawled from her soft mattress. Oman didn't wake her up. She felt sad.

She massaged her eyes with her fists. Covering her head with a scarf, she came out and saw an oman loading a camel. She wondered who the camel belonged to, but she was not about to ask.

A beautiful camel with white patches. She recalled Oman saying he would buy a camel. So it was their camel now. She wanted to go there and check it out closely, but remembered how he pushed her away on the ground.

She felt excited about riding on the new camel. A smile came to her lips.

Oman noticed Tara at the corner of his eye. He noticed her smiling while staring at the camel. When their eyes collided, she turned on her heels and walked away, showing her attitude.

How he tossed and turned all night while she managed to get her beautiful sleep. He decided to keep his distance, for there was no point in making matters worse than they already were.

Thinking for hours he came with a conclusion that what he did was right. He had to stop her. So that this- Whatever this was between them would stop.

Today they have to leave for another city. There his friend lived. They would stay there for few days. Oman would ask for his favour to escort them to the caravan, which will lead them out of this country.

Tara wore a black robe and was completely covered in it. She secured a scarf on her head, as Oman didn't like showing her hair. She was lost in her own thoughts when a pair of footsteps halted before the tent.

"Are you ready?" Tara saw Daria standing at the entrance.

"Yes. "Come" she smiled at Daria.

"I thought we might talk one last time," she said, sitting beside Tara on the rug.

"You look beautiful," Daria took her hand in hers and touched her chin.

Tara smiled at the lady, who was admiring her for good, just as Fatima used to. She was fortunate enough to have females like Fatima and Daria around her.

Soon, Tara's smile faded, and she looked at her lap sadly while fiddling her fingers.

"Why is it. Why so gloomy?" Tara's face turned to Daria, and she shook her head. denying she wasn't sad.

Daria had been scrutinising her quietly, and finally she decided to investigate everything before it was too late.

"Tara, I want to ask you something. Please tell me the truth."

"What truth," she looked in Daria's eyes, making her face look relaxed, but deep down, her pulse thumped against her skin in fear.

She somehow knew what she was about to ask.

"Who is Oman to you?" Daria asked calmly.

"H...he is my uncle," she lied; she didn't want to make Oman more angry.

"No, Tara, he is not; I can see it clearly. You don't talk around him, and he is always angry at you. Tell me, love, I swear I won't let that guy harass you," Daria gripped her hand tightly. while Tara looked at her confused, trying to analyse the words she said.

She continued.

"Did he kidnap you?"