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"Did he kidnap you?" At this point, Tara knew what Daria was thinking.

Oman wasn't like this; even though his temper was bad, he never hurt her. He just spanked her, but she didn't count it as harassment. He punished her for being around unknown men.

"He is my husband," she said shortly, shaking her head.

Daria was shocked and amused at the same time. She didn't think this could turn out like this.

Oman heard their conversation. He was about to come inside to call Tara, as they had to leave. But he stood outside like a creep to hear what his wife thought of him. She claimed him as her husband without hesitation.

He smiled.

He wanted to go inside and kiss her hard in front of Daria to show his rights towards her.

"What, is it true?" Then why both of you lied to us?" she pointed her hand toward her in a dramatic way.

At this, Oman walked inside, as it was his place to explain the truth to them.

Both of their heads jerked toward Omar when he came inside. Daria was displeased and thinned her lips.

"I am sorry that I lied about our relationship. Actually, we needed a shelter. Soldiers were behind us, and I am not a criminal. If you want to tell everyone, You can"

Daria looked into his eyes and only saw sincerity in them. Then she looked between Oman and Tara. Daria could clearly see worry in Tara's pretty eyes.

"Don't worry, Tara, I won't tell anyone," she turned towards Oman.

"But you should speak the truth." Don't tell me you are ashamed of her." She shook her head in disgust.

"I am not ashamed of her," he said, clenching his jaw.

"Tara, let's go," one nod from Tara. Oman sprinted out of the tent, with Tara tailing behind him.

A pleasant breeze ruffled Tara's skirt as she talked with Daria one last time. Oman pinched the tip of his nose as he sighed, cursing the lack of time they had. Still, their talks were not coming to an end.

"These women really talk a lot," Khalid chuckled a little.

"Tara is not a woman. She's a girl," Oman squeezed his eyes a little.

"Well, she is your woman, I meant to say," he smirked. Like Daria, he had also become a detective and was having doubts. At the end, he confronted Oman, and Oman had to tell the truth.

with a trembling voice. "Oman, I am sorry." I misunderstood the situation. "I just want to request that you take care of..." She was cut off abruptly.

"She is my wife, as you have found out." "You don't have to worry about her well-being," his icy words clearly stated she belonged to him.

He grabbed Tara from her waist and placed her on the camel. They said their goodbyes as the camel started to walk, leaving behind his padded footsteps. Tara looked behind her and waved at Daria.

Another loved one left behind She knew this was her destiny, and she had to accept it. Then she looked at Oman.

"What if he also left me?"

She had been discontent since morning, ignoring him. She definitely decided to stay away from him after realising he was no good for her. He didn't want her precious eyes on anything other than him.

Oman wasn't liking the way she kept her head low most of the time. She was hurt. Again, she was the same old Tara, who was silent and withdrawn.

On the other hand, it was better for both of them to stay away from each other, as he didn't know when he would lose his sanity and claim her completely.

He was afraid of himself.

At the end of the day, Tara could see mountains in the far distance and an ocean of sand in front of them.

They rode for three more days. Resting during the hottest part of the day

Their talks were just one-word conversations, but the tension between them was thick. Oman didn't feel this kind of pull toward anyone.

Women knew what he could give them. He was rich and powerful, and that's all women needed to live a healthy lifestyle in their society.

Humaira used to get his attention by using her seduction technique; many women used it to allure him.

But Tara was different; she never did anything to seduce him. It was her innocence. That's what he wanted to taint. He was a sinner and would not hesitate to commit another sin.

Rays of light fell on his covered face; the heat was unbearable. He could feel sweat on his lower back.

He rubbed his knuckles across his beard and looked at the princess sitting on the camel. He knew she was also having a hard time.

Her hair escaping her headscarf, pouty lips apart probably because of thirst. For Oman, it was the most beautiful sight.

"Thirsty." He offered her skin of water, his eyes a little too sharp.

She was parched and tried not to run her tongue over her lips. Besides, it was desert; you got used to being thirsty.

She didn't replied, isntead bluntly looked ahead.

"Suit yourself," he said, clicking his tongue in disappointment.

Omani wanted to put some sense into her stupid brain. Behaving like this toward her husband can get her in trouble.

Tara watched his throat rise and fall greedily. His anger is always at its peak, and she is angry at everything she does.

He caught her looking at him. This time she didn't turn her head away, but instead looked into his eyes, being so daring. Oman wanted to read her through her eyes.

what is going in your little head.

These past few days have been tough for Oman. Not because he was tired or had a hard time in the desert. It was Tara, who was roaming around him like a butterfly.

Fatima entrusted him to look after Tara, and he was exactly doing the same.

Finally, after the fifth day, they started to climb out of the desert. Tara could see trees around them, and she felt the air becoming cooler.

They entered a city. Tara could see rich people around, talking and shopping in shops. There were so many big shops.

Fifteen minutes of walking took them in front of a big mansion. These kinds of mansions were only owned by government officials.

Four native men with smiles on their faces approached them.

They shared their greetings. Their accent was a little bit too thick and different from theirs.

Bahman, a friend of Oman, welcomes them along with his family.

His wife's face was covered with a scarf.

Bahman's son, Sujain, was in his early 20s.

Oman saw him years ago when he was just a teenager, with no muscles, but now he was a handsome-looking man.

They all walked inside. Tara looked around; the beautiful decoration was eye-catching.

Oman was talking with Bahman about their journey. When his gaze caught Sujain eyeing Tara with a smirk, to his surprise, Tara was also looking at him.

What the heck?

Oman wanted to shout at her for making eye contact with another man. He burned with jealousy. However, he couldn't do anything at this moment. Oman fought the notion back, looking ahead.

Bahman's wife, Azadeh, came to Tara and offered her tea and bread. Tara politely accepted it. Sujain's gaze tailed behind her back.

After eating, Azadeh asked Tara if she wanted to rest. Tara looked around, her eyes looking for Oman. Not knowing what to say, she just nodded.

They both walked into a room, which was quite large inside. Multicolored rugs covered the floor, which was sparsely furnished. Many small pillows in bright colours were scattered on the bed and on the couches. She could see another room attached to it; the curtains were drawn aside.

Astonished, Tara looked around.

"You like it?" Azadeh asked with a smile. She seemed a simple and polite woman.

Tara nodded, showing her teeth. She felt excited about staying in that gorgeous, furnished room.

She wondered where Oman was as it was already dark outside. How could he leave her alone? She was about to go outside when she heard a knock at the door.

With hesitation, she opened the door.

She was somehow expecting Oman at the door, but she found herself surprised to see Sujain at the door.

"Hey, I wanted to ask if you need anything." He said it with a smirk.

"He isn't here," she said, trembling a little and clenching the door with her hand.

"Oh, I know. Uncle is with my father. "That's why I came here, in case you want something," he said a little later. Then he looked up and down, checking her out. He found her beautiful and wanted to have a chance with her.

"Sujain," Oman called him as he walked toward him.

Sujain's jerked his head toward him, and a smile dropped from his face. He felt like Oman's stern eyes looked through his soul.

Tara felt a shiver run down her spine in fear. But she made herself believe it was her husband—nothing to worry about.