The car ride to his house was quiet between them but he made lots of business-related calls. Once they reached the house, Sahara's eyes couldn't believe the size of it from the outside.

The house, if anyone could even call it that, is three storey tall. The large pool can be overlooked from standing by the garage. The blue-ish turquoise pool water glistening under the moonlight, which is also illuminating the mansion's features. Further down, you could see a patio, which looks like a house within itself. The external look of the mansion is beautifully aesthetic yet so haunting.

"Woah, you're the only one who lives here? Are you serious?" She let slip, the first few words she said to him since the walima.

He raises an eyebrow at the silly question, "Uh, yes..." Then he decides to be a douchebag and adds, "Except for all those women that stay the night."

Sahara ignores the comment, the size of the mansion from the outside is giving her chills. She couldn't possibly live here with only him, what if she's attacked by djinn or something? As if right on cue the universe wanted to give her the spooks, she starts walking backwards and she bumps into another man, who scares the living daylights out of her. She knew it wasn't Damian because Damian's beside her, not behind her.

"Sorry, Madam, didn't mean to frighten you. I'm here to inform you that I will be taking your things to you room." says a man politely, who looks like he could be her father's age, if he were alive.

"It's quite alright, sir. I could take my things up by myself." Sahara says.

"Let him do his job, he's my butler, Sebastian. He also lives in the house." Damian says without looking up from his phone.

She frowns, "But that's not very nice, making him do a task that I'm perfectly capable of doing."

"Bloody hell, do whatever you want." Damian rolls his eyes and goes inside the house.

Sebastian gives a short laugh, "You're very kind, Madam. But I am paid plenty to do this so you do not need to feel guilty."

"Are you sure? How about I carry a bag or two as well? That should be fair." Sahara smiles at him.

He nods, "very well, Madam. If you insist." Then he asks out of curiosity, "if you don't mind me asking Madam. You are not from England?"

She shakes her head, "I came here from Canada as an international student. I just graduated a few weeks ago."

"That is wonderful! Congratulations on graduating!" Sebastian says cheerfully.

"Thank you." Sahara replies.

•••

Getting to Sahara's room were lots of twists and turns. She has no clue how she got to her room as she was also busy talking to Sebastian about him.

According to him, he has a beautiful wife, whom he has been married to for 45 years, three kids and 5 grandchildren. How adorable, Mash'Allah, Sahara thought.

Sebastian has also warned Sahara to not walk towards the west wing of the mansion as Master, also known as Damian, forbids anyone and everyone from entering. This makes Sahara even more curious about the west wing. What is he hiding in there? A magical dying rose, like Beast from Beauty and the Beast? Sahara wonders.

He bows at her before leaving her standing alone in front of her room that she shares with Damian. She puts a hand on the door knob of the enormous door standing before her, and twists it open to find the huge room empty. Not single sign of Damian.

She lets out a strange breath of relief, she knew she has to face him at one point but maybe not now.

That's when she heard the shower nozzle and realizes that Damian's taking a shower. She stands in front the body-length mirror in the room and starts taking off the heavy jewellery, which lifts a physical weight of herself.

She takes the accessories and puts them in the boxes inside her luggage. She takes out her shalwar kameez that she usually wears at home and waits for Damian to come out so she can freshen up.

That's when she hears the bathroom open and gets up from the edge of the bed to walk towards the bathroom and sees a shirtless Damian in a towel, leaning against the bathroom doorframe, with an expressionless face.

His chest is covered in a variety of tattoos, as Sahara had guessed. His body is very well built. He is physically stunning, no doubt. Her eyes trail down to the thin piece of towel hiding his manhood, making Sahara blush. She quickly turns away. "I– uh– I need to use the bathroom."

He takes a stride towards Sahara and grabs her waist, with a sick twisted smile forming on his face, "Like what you see? No woman has been able to turn this down." He says pointing to himself. "Now that we're married, shall we consummate our marriage?"

She looks at his cold jaded eyes, filled with nothing but darkness. She doesn't want this, not now, not until they are in a real relationship.

Without warning, his lips touch the gape of her neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses down her neck. He grabs her loosely done scarf, and throws it away on the ground.

"Damian, please, I'm not ready for this." Sahara begs. "Don't."

He lets out a low growl, her neck tastes like sweet apple candy. It's addicting. He wants more. He forcefully pushes her against the wall, continuing to nibble on her neck and making his way up to her face. He stops and his eyes linger on her lips. He wants a taste of her full, inexperienced lips.

Sahara could feel tears forming at the edge of her eyes, she wants to stop him but his physical strength is far greater than hers. Oh Allah, what do I do?

She puts a hand softly on his mouth to stop him from going any further, and desperately shakes her head, "please, I'm not ready for this." Her eyes pleading with his.

"You're a disobedient cunt!" Damian yells, making Sahara flinch. "Who said I wanted to fuck you anyways?"

He grabs a handful of her hair and comes dangerously close to her face and says, "I shouldn't have fucking married your bitch ass."

Sahara scalp feels like it's on fire, she hadn't felt like this in over three years and yet it's here again. Tears burst through her eyes, quickly covering her cheeks with the wet liquid.

Damian let go and stalked towards the bed as Sahara grabs her clothes and runs to the bathroom.

She closes the bathroom door behind her and slides her back down the wall, while silently sobbing to herself.

This is her reality now. This is the type of person she has to deal with.

What have I done to myself and my future? I ruined it with my very own hands. I ruined with with my very own words. I brought myself to ruins. Allah, please show me a way to escape this hell, I don't think I will be able to handle this Hell on Earth.

•••

Damian bangs on the table with his fists, "Oh, could you please rid yourself of the innocent act already? I'm getting bloody tired of it. I know you don't fucking care about how I slept last night."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you in any way, I just–"

"You know what? Shut the fuck up! I have already blown your innocence cover, I know you only bloody married me for the goddamn money!" Damian yells.

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