When she was coming back, a thorn pricked in her feet making it bleed and a horrified scream left her mouth. She took out thorn from her skin. With an unwanted cloth she whipped her blood. she hide it under the land not wanting oman to get angry at her.

when oman came back. Her eyes swiftly moved to him. Water dripping from his hair. Her hormones let her drool on his broad naked chest. She never saw this magnificent view before as he was looking more handsome and young to her.

Not acknowledging her presence oman went inside the tent.

His sight went to food which was untouched. With crockery he made some sounds to notify her food was ready. But she didn't came to eat as she was unable to move because of the unbearable pain in her feet.

For god sake, i hate brats.

Her attitude only made him mad, it pinched his ego. He was not her servent to run around her to do everything for her. She was testing his patience. He was tolerating her because of Fatima.

He finished eating in silence without asking her to eat. He packed everything and accumulated their belonging loading it on camal.

when he was ready to off he noticed her shadow coming close to camal. He looked at her from corner of his eyes, her head bent low. His anger always get better of him.

she was looking down at her feet when suddenly with a swift motion he placed her on camal taking her by surprise that she didn't get the chance to make a sound. From the day she met him, he was getting scarier and bigger.

In just seconds oman was able to sniff her fragrance. Which he found really sweet and She was like a kitten. Her slim waist, fired a desire in him to hold her more.

And they started their journey.

Not wanting to sit behind tara he decided to walk, while his thaughts were occupied by her. Although her little stunt in morning was nothing but unknowingly she disrupted his state of mind. His anger flied away, now he only desired her hazel eyes on him.

He steal some glances at her face. While her sight was fixed ahead on the scenic views. She was more quiet than yesterday. Somehow he wasn't liking that and it made his heart restless.

Here he was struggling with his inner beast. Her little kitty flashed in his head making his balls blue with need and She sat there idly not caring about her husband. She punished him showing her sweetness to him making him feel itchy down there.

Oman analized sun's positing, finding it was past afternoon. He felt little worried she didn't eat anything.

He stoped the camal. They rested below a large dune's shadow to relax their aching backs.

He gave her something to eat and she took it without saying anything. She was still not meeting his eyes.

He can't stand her loath.

She hate me! His heart clenched.

He had forced his heart to stay away from her but her aura was so interguing that an invisible force was pulling him to her.

When they got up and walked toward camal. He noticed she was walking slowly and dragged her left feet. His vision narrowed at her feet closely.

"Tara, what happend to your feet"

She didn't said anything, fear could be seen in her eyes. She was afraid he will again yell at Her.

This girl looked afraid of him which clearly wasn't his intentions. He shouted at her to tell her she was wrong. But the look in her eyes, he didn't like it even a bit.

"A thorn pricked below my feet"

"Why didn't you tell me. Let me see" he sat below and pulled her feet up setting it on his knee.

"What if you got angry" her voice lower but he managed to hear her.

Folding her feet to side. He saw dry blood on her feet. It was terrible. He even saw some tears in her eyes, when they started there journey. His stomach tightened thinking she was so quiet because of pain.

"There shouldn't be any secrets between husband and wife" promise in his voice, he repeated what she told him this morning.

Making her sit on sand, he drenched his scarf with water and cleaned the blood off her feet. He looked at her but her eyes looked everywhere but him.

To take her attention on himself. He massaged her soft foot. She closed her eyes not wanted to look in his eyes. It always make her heart beat.

At this, He leaned and kissed her feet. She hissed and looked at him.

He didn't knew how to tell her she was making him go crazy with whatever she does.

"From now on tell me everything. I won't get angry at you" She pulled her feet back from his grasp.

"Tara how old are you?"

She started counting on her fingers, then she looked up a little and after thinking for a while.

" I don't know " she lowered her head feeling really stupid.

"What you don't know?" he chuckled looking at her funny face.

!!****!!

They reached a city, more beautiful and big. She looked around examining people of different races.

Oman needed to get fruits for tara. "Stay here I'll buy something to eat" he left leaving her and camal alone on a side of a street.

He got some breads and fruits to eat during their journey. While he was returning back to tara he bumped against a soldier. Who looked at him closely as his scarth got moved during they crash.

"Sorry brother" oman said covering his face with his scarf and walked away.

He could feel a shadow behind him, following him. He doubted the soldier from before has recognised him.

He took long strides and went in a croud.

soldier looked for him but couldn't find him in the croud.

"Let's go" pulling her by wrist oman pulled her hurriedly.

They walked in norrow streets. Not understanding anything, tara asked him "Where are we going and our camal. we can't leave him alone"

He didn't answered her, so she didn't asked anything else.

He has to get out of this city quickly.

"Oman" she called him but he pulled her behind him forcily.

How could he be so stupid. This city was in the middle of the Iranian trade route and mostly troops wander around here. He shouldn't thaught of coming here at the very first place.

He wasn't worried about himself. He was commander of the great army of his country. He had lived without water for straight three days. But now he wasn't alone. His little wife was with him. For her this situation was new, even though she was tough but further days are gonna be hard for her.

He looked at tara, she was having difficulty in walking. He bent down infront of tara.

"Hopp on my back" she placed her hands around his neck. With his both hands oman spreaded her legs either side of his back and pulled her upward. Her centre was just above his hip. He tightened his hold around her pressing her more into him.

With every step he took, he felt her body moving on his back. Her breasts were pressed against his hard back.Every time he adjusted her. Her sinful breathes audible to his ear which made his dirty mind even more dirty. In this situation how could he think something like that.

She placed her head in crook of his neck. He could feel her every breath hitting on his neck's sensitive skin sensually. Goosebumps appeared on his arms.

Even though she wasn't alluring him on purpose, his inner satan was now waking up.

He was able to get away, now sun was setting. Dragging his feet in sand. He saw some tents in distance. He thaught to ask them for help.

Walking close to the tents, he saw men walking here and there. Then he noticed an old man and went to him. He greeted the old man.

"Uncle, can you please give us a place to spent a night? We will move out with first ray of sun" old man looked at oman then his eyes moved to little tara. Who was hiding behind oman clutching his shirt in her fist.

A lady came beside the old man.

She looked at the man and girl.

"Is she your daughter?" She asked curiously.

A cold look plastered on his face. Oman couldn't find the words to tell them that she was his wife.

What if they refuse to give them a place and tara need a good night sleep. He gave a thaught before speaking.

"She is my niece" he said with clenched teeth, trying so hard to hide she belong to him.

"Ohh, she is so pretty" she extended her harms taking out tara behind oman's back.

"Come on you must be hungry" she took tara along with her.

He looked around a little. After a while, a man came and took him toward a tent. He went in and here he saw his cute wife sitting on a cussion while chewing some fruits.

When she looked at him she gave him a smile.

"Oman" hearing her chearful voice he rushed to her.

He couldn't hold himseld anymore. He was desperate to touch her soft skin.

He went near her and pulled her on his lap, just like a baby.

"little monkey, how is your feet" he asked placing his big palm on her cheek.

"It's not paining anymore" she showed him her white teeth.

Wanting more of her skin. His hands moves to her white slender neck. Massaging back of her neck a little, he felt her skin.

She closed her eyes, feeling so good. His eyes went to her pink lips.

'She was his wife he could do whatever he want to do with her. sweetness down there is only for him to taste'

His mind commanded him.

"Are you sleepy?" He asked looking at her full lush beautiful form.

She peered up at him, eyes half opened, she nodded at him.

He hardened below again. It was all because of his little satan who was making him so desperate for her. He was a man of warm blood afterall.

Not having control over himself, he inches his face close to her, examining her features closely.

Tara looked at him, her eyes setting him on fire.

His dark sharp eyes on her lips, wanting few licks. He was about to take her lips. He heard some footstep halting infornt of their tent.

Imidietly he moved his head back, cursing his self.

A woman from before came to them. Tara placed her head on his chest, closing her eyes. She liked being close to her oman. She liked what he was doing a while ago.

"I brought your dinner. aww she is already sleeping"

"Mashallah, i have to say she is so beautiful" a proud fondness emerged in his chest.

"Indeed" his wife was beautiful and there's no doubt in that.

Without his consent his heart had made him submit to his Tiny cute wife.