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His one arm was banded around her as she nestled into his side. She let her fingers slide through the chest hair of her husband.

Her fingers danced on his stomach as she kept tracing his cut marks. Her hand was about to go down near his abdomen when he clutched it in his grip.

"Not there," he rasped, and his pulse raced.

Was she testing his patience?

He already held himself at the edge of pinning her down.

She got confused by him, and he allowed her to touch him. He was a bipolar. Or he was afraid she might see what he was hiding down there.

He grabbed her hand softly and placed it on his chest. She looked up at his face. So she was only allowed to touch his chest and nothing else.

Not even his bum.

She has eyed his butt since he was collecting the bushes around Oasis, and strangly ever since then she has wanted to grab his bum in her hands. She made a note in her mind that she would do it someday.

She thought of asking about his life. But she was unsure if he would tell her or not.

Curiously, she asked about how he got those marks on his body.

He told her he fought in so many wars, and it was normal for a soldier to have cut marks on their body. But it was a scary thing for Tara. She imagined the scene when he would have lain in a pool of his blood.

Possessively, she took a promise from him that he wouldn't ever brutally fight with anybody. But he knew it wasn't possible because his enemies were thirsty for his blood.

She innocently touched his chest every now and then, liking the feel of hard skin under her soft touch.

First, she asked about random things like his relationship with Fatima and his family. But later on, her questions become weird.

Like, was there a girl in his life before?

He didn't know if he should tell her about his body count. But he didn't want to lie. So he only told her about Humaira.

remembering his past. He told her their story-how they met and how she really cared for him.

Was she beautiful?

She wanted to ask him but couldn't. Somewhere in her mind, she already knew the answer.

She felt a burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. She wanted to be the one and only girl in his life.

She wanted to rule his heart in every sense. Then a thought of Humaira kissing him came into her mind.

She asked suddenly.

"Did you kiss her?"

She pushed on his chest and backed off. She looked dead in his eyes.

The next moment, she was again in his arms.

He chuckled nervously. He pecked her cheeks and held her close to him. He rubbed his hand on her back.

"Hummp, are you jealous?"

She looked away from his eyes and then sighed. Oman lifted her chin to look at him in the eyes.

"You didn't answer." "Are you jealous?" He again asked, this time raising his eyebrows.

She shook her head furiously.

Her facial expressions clearly stated how she felt at that moment, when she imagined him kissing another woman. Now she didn't want his eyes on any woman other than her.

Why didn't he meet me a few years ago? Perhaps he wouldn't have kissed that woman.

Anxiously, she played with her hair while Oman looked at her cute face.

"Baby, where are you lost?"

He pecked her many times to wash away her jealousy.

"I am sleepy," she said, getting out of his hold.

"What?" frustratedly he asked. He didn't like it whenever she pushed him away.

He literally saw her eyes glistening.

Is she about to cry? Hell no.

He instantly regretted telling her about his past relationship. Thank goodness he didn't tell her about other women.

"You know there is nothing to cry about. I am your husband. You should feel lucky," he said, being cocky.

She remained silent and seethed in anger.

"You won't answer me?"

He snuggled in the crook of her neck.

"Hmm, you smell so nice," he said, wondering if she still felt ticklish. But there was no reaction from her side.

"I am sleepy," she said in anger.

Oman frowned.

"Don't be like that now. I swear, she only pecked my lips. Nothing more"

Liar.

The thought of another woman touching his lips burned a fire of jealousy in her.

"Don't touch me," she jerked his hands away.

"What is this behavior, Tara? I swear, you need to learn some manners. I won't tolerate you disrespecting me every damn time," he said, a desperate anger coating his senses.

She angrily laid on her bed, burying herself in the quilt, facing the other side.

He was about to take the quilt away from her, but soon his anger faded when he heard her sniff.

She tried to control her running nose as a pool of water went down her face.

He silently laid down beside her. She jolted when he put his big hand on her belly and pulled her body into him. He placed a sweet kiss on her head, making her feel at ease.

"Why so jealous hmm. You weren't like this before," he whispered in her ear; goosebumps appeared on her neck.

"I am all yours," he trailed down kisses on her exposed thin neck. She shuddered, visible beside him.

He smirked, knowing the effect he had on her.

With adoration, he snuggled in behind her neck. She smelled of flowers.

After a while, Tara heard soft snoring sounds. She turned her head back to look at him. That hot-headed man didn't know what he was for her now. The possessive feeling in her clearly stated she only belonged to him. But does he also belong to her?

If it wasn't for her, they would never have met. He wouldn't have known she existed.

The first time she saw him, she was attracted by the charm of his eyes. One glance at him made her heart beat crazily. After that day, she kept thinking about him, and she started waiting for him.

One day, when she noticed him in the street, she felt she had found a treasure. Even though his face was covered, she could still recognise him. Instantly, she followed behind him.

His aura was so intense that every woman passing by would check him out. A tall and broad man was every woman's weakness.

She simply wasn't the sort of girl who attracted a man like him,

and she feared that she never would be. She was just a homeless girl, who eat stolen food only.

She was about to stop following him but finally, he halted and looked around as if he sensed someone was chasing him.

She timidly hid behind a fat woman who was arguing with a woman.

She peaked at him from behind the woman. Her eyes got wide when his eyes moved to her. His hard, stormy eyes met her innocent ones.

She looked around and acted as if she wasn't following him.

He again started walking. This time she tiptoed behind him, but when his pace picked up, she found herself running behind him. She resembled a lost puppy chasing behind him.

He stopped in the middle of the road and looked around. He spotted her standing two shops away from him. He was right about her following him.

He marched toward her. She got scared and thought about why he was coming to her. Was he going to beat her?

She started backing away from him in fear.

He stopped and motioned his forefinger back and forth, singling her out to come close to him.

She slowly went to him but still stood ten feet away from him.

He pulled out some money from his pocket and extended his hand to give it to her.

She wasn't a begger, so she shook her head.

Then what does she want from me?

He looked around and detected a dry fruit shop. He swung his hand to follow him.

He purchased some sweet dates and offered them to her. She took them from his hand with shaking hands.

She saw a handful of dates on her palms. She thought they would fall, but she saw a hand pushing a handkerchief her way. He packed the dates in his handkerchief.

"Now they won't fall," he suddenly said in his heavy voice.

She blushed and looked shyly at the ground.

She nervously took a date and put it in her mouth. When she looked up, he wasn't there. She looked around, but he was gone.

The morning came, and Oman felt weight on his chest. Opening his eyes, he saw Tara sleeping soundly on him, wrapping herself around him like a cocoon.

Last night, they both showed their jealousy in their own way.

The intense sun illuminated the inside of the room.

He removed a few strands from her face to get a real eyeful. His hands trailed down her back, then they gripped her hip. The poor guy just couldn't help himself.

Tara stirred in her sleep.

"Hey"

She nuzzled her nose against his chest. His muskiness met her nostrils. Then she realised his upper body was naked.

He pecked on her lips first, but later he slipped his tongue into her mouth and pulled his head back. He now had a sweet addiction to her lips.

She remembered that he had kissed another woman too. She felt disgusted.

At this, her eyes shot open. Placing her hand on his chest, she pulled her head away from him, and meeting his intense gaze, she put on her best annoyed expression.

She could feel his strong, thumping heartbeat against her flesh.

His unusual eyes held her hypnotized. She thought irrelevantly.

'Why did he have to be so handsome?'

She pulled herself away from him and sat on the bed.

"Go and kiss that woman. Don't come near me," she said, raising her eyebrows in anger.

Her fiery hair bounced as she slid off the bed and headed to the adjoining room to get ready for the day.

Now he was getting annoyed by her dismissive response. Rage filled him. What she thinks of herself Little thing like her was showing him attitude.

She was no longer afraid of him. But that doesn't mean he will tolerate her disrespecting him every time he tries getting close to her. He didn't want to yell at her or hear her begging and pleading for mercy when he would spank her pretty round ass.

Beyond the curtains, she stood for a moment, shaking all over, her face hidden in her hands. She relaxed herself. Her husband's touch was more like torture.