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She woke up with a jolt. So restless. It was a regular thing for her to awaken from terrifying nightmares. She wiped sweat off her forehead.

After taking deep breaths, she inspected her surroundings. Not finding Oman's presence in the tent, she came out looking for him. She noticed a blazing fire and scattered sand where he had been sitting.

A crazy feeling bubbled inside her. She tightly gripped her dress with her hands.

Not thinking straight, she called out for him with her shaky voice. When he didn't appear, she again cried out his name at the top of her lungs. It was the very first time she had ever uttered his name, and it felt so foreign on her lips.

When he didn't come, she rushed toward the lake, hoping he would be there.

She again called his name, but there was no sign of him. She only perceived a hollow pang inside her heart.

She could only hear cold breeze sounds and the noises of birds on top of trees who were disturbed by a frightened spirit looking for her mate.

He left me.

The tears streamed down her face. Sobs raking her body. Suddenly from behind she heard a soft whisper of her name. "Tara"

The name gave her a new identity.

She turned around facing him.

She could clearly recognise his body shape in the utter darkness. Without sparing a second, she ran to him and embraced him. Her height was nothing in comparison to his beastly physique. They just stood there. Her face pressed against the white cotton of his shirt.

All he did was just stand there like a statue. Whereas, her arms snaked around his back holding on to him.

The hole that she had in her heart was now filled by this huge man, whom she was hugging tightly. She wanted to be close to him, to feel his warmth and his steady heartbeat against her cheek. In that moment, all the fear and uncertainty melted away, replaced by a sense of security and belonging.

"What happened? Why are you outside?" His chest vibrated when he asked her.

He pushed her away and the tone sounded harsh. Eventually, their eyes meeting in the dim moonlight, Tara could see the worry etched on Oman's face with the lines of exhaustion.

She was embarrassed to explain to him that she had a nightmare and ran like a maniac to find him.

"Let's go." He took her wrist and pulled her behind him.

Taking her inside the tent, he ran his eyes on her from head to toe, looking for any injuries.

He cursed under his breath and ran a hand in his dark hairs.

"Don't you dare go anywhere without my permission. You don't have any idea what could happen to you. Stupid girl" he pointed a finger at her.

He was about to go outside, but she grabbed his hand.

"Don't go," she pleaded.

He peered into her light hazel eyes, which were begging him to stay.

He turned his head away and looked back at her.

He pushed her on the carpet and made her lay down, pushing her shoulders down with both hands, and tugged her into the comforter.

"Sleep," he said. Looking up at him with a frown. Her cheeks flushed pink.

She pulled herself up and wrapped her arms around his bicep, looking at him with her puppy eyes. His heart swelled looking at her eyes and pouted lips. A sudden gush feeling overwhelmed him.

He pushed her head away with his forefinger.

"Now you are behaving like a monkey," his anger vanished away.

She thought he would go outside, but instead he laid beside her. He pushed his hands behind his head, using them like pillows.

She pulled out his right hand from behind his head. She straightened his arm, lowered her head and rested it on his shoulder.

He was looking at her amusingly.

While caressing her head on his chest, she threw one leg on his leg wrapping herself completely around him. She cuddled against him, pushing her soft body into him.

She met his eyes and found him glaring at her.

"I am cold" she said and squeezed her eyes.

He took a cold breath, realising their physical closeness. Now he wanted to get away from her; he never thought this day would come.

He couldn't explain in words his ambiguous feelings.

He only looked at her as a like a tiny monkey jumping here and there. Now he knew she was clingy too.

The way she shouted his name with fear, he felt a current run through his whole body. It made him feel different emotions he had never felt before.

The urge to pat her head arises in him. He put his hand on top of her head; dipping his fingers into her locks. Her head was smooth and tiny.

His fingertips lightly worked in a circular motion on her head. He could tell she fell asleep.

Fucking hell.

He cursed himself and pulled his head back.

Oman couldn't believe he felt something like that with a girl who clearly wasn't the type he would look at or touch.

His hot blooded temperament and sex drive had always been kept in line by his strong principle and he was a man of good taste in women and who never made foolish mistakes.

Here, she was playing with his mind.

He didn't know why he was so distressed. Maybe his cock needed some relief

They got up early in the morning, and Oman told Tara to take a bath. She went to the lake to take a bath while Oman made breakfast for them. He also came there and saw Tara sitting at the edge of the lake.

He called her name, and she stood immediately.

His eyes zeroed in on her. She was drenched from head to toe. Her wet, long hair fell gracefully down her waist.

What the hell? She doesn't even know how to clean up.

It was not her fault; she always bathed in the city with her clothes on. Whatever it was, he wanted to go along with it, and he sure didn't want to be late because the heat was rising fast and they had to leave early.

Tara's eyes stuck to his chest. His shoulders were broad, and his arms were covered with veins. There were long cut marks on his chest that followed down to his abdomen. Fatima once told her that he was a commander of great army of their country and fought many wars.

He was huge, and her sneaky eyes travelled across his body.

She checked him out openly, and he scolded her with his booming voice in the air.

"Remove your wet clothes, dammit," he commanded, sliding into the water and dipping himself up to his waist.

He splashed water on his face and rubbed his face forcefully with both hands. His eyes accidentally moved toward her. She was removing her clothes at the same spot where she was standing in front of him.

She coiled up her long gown until her waist; her kitten was visible. Oman became a statue. He could literally see her tender flesh; there were some pubic hairs on her pussy.

His eyes stuck on her fluffier lower lips. Her waist bones were visible too. He blinked his eyes forcefully.

"Hey stop"

He looked somewhere else, not looking at her.

He heard some frustrated voices coming out of her mouth.

"I am stuck," she whimpered.

When he found her struggling, he pushed himself out of the water and paced toward her in rage.

Denying the effect on his senses, he averted his gaze, and he helped her pull her dress down. He was out of breath. Fuck! What is wrong with me? He tried calming himself.

When she was fully clothed,

without sparing time, he barked.

"What were you doing? I told you to change in the tent, not in front of me. YOU DUMBO!"

She flinched at his tone. It seemed he was on a mission to hurt her.

He was going crazy, seeing how pretty dumb she was.

Not shrinking icily in shame, she held her head high. Her confused eyes met his angry green ones. Her sight roamed across his naked chest.

Foolishly she said "You changed in front of me," she murmured, indistinctly scratching her head with her finger.

He roamed his veiny han in his hair, feeling frustrated, and heaved a sigh to control himself.

"You can't remove your clothes in front of a man. I told you to change somewhere else, not here. Why are you so stupid?" with severe anger In his brilliant eyes, he raised his voice. He hovered over her small frame.

"But you are my husband; there are no secrets or shame between a husband and wife."

"WE ARE NOT," he roared.

"Yes, we are," she said, stomping her feet on the ground.

"Who told you this bullshit?" he grabbed her forearm, making her wince.

"Fatima said," she meekly replied. eyes filled with tears because of his scolding.

He left her with a jerk, making her body move with force.

There's no point in arguing with her. Fatima already filled her head with some bullshit, and he used to wonder what they chatted about. Now he clearly knows

"Fatima," he said, "why did you do this to me?"

Placing his hands on his hips, he went into a deep trance. What other things she told this stupid minx.

Then he looked at her, who was standing still and staring weirdly at him. She wasn't even embarrassed about it.

"Why are you standing there, and we're not done with the talk?"

"I'll definitely put some sense into you some other time," he said, pointing a finger at her.

He wanted to teach her a lesson to make her understand how to behave in front of him.

"Ok," she whispered only to herself, unshed tears in her eyes. His cruel hostility wrenched her little heart.