"Forgive me tara, i cannot take care of you any longer, but promise me you will never forget me." Fatima whipped her eyes with back of her dress's sleeves.

Fatima felt as she was sending a part of herself away. No doubt they had met just a month ago, however those days were something fatima ever needed.

"Don't cry" taking Fatima's hand in her little hands, she said. Her eyes were also filled with tears.

Fatima covered tara from head to toy. Not a single skin of her was visible.

Hussain and oman were talking at distance from them, it was hard to hear what they were whispering with each other.

"You have to reach the carvan before they proceed. i saw Sheikh Abdullah vajeen two days ago roaming around bajaar. Probably they are still tailing behind you"

"Hmm you are right it's better for me to stay in a carvan. I can live in disguise. Did you arrange a horse?"

"Ohh yes, you will find a man name rusaam. He will provide you a horse. It is better if you take two horses as now you have tara" oman patted his shoulder with his broad hand appreciating his efforts.

"I will take my leave" oman said.

"Take care, allah will protect you" Hassan prayed with both hands in air, he looked up at sky.

"Fatima, we have to go" oman announced loading his baggage camal.

Tara felt her heart sank.She has to leave this place too as her father left and never came back.

Walking toward oman her eyes clashed with him who was also looking at her with a frown.

Fatima came in front of oman he drifted his eyes to her. Tears were falling like a waterfall from her eyes.

"It's not like you will not see her again" oman patted fatima's head.

"Write me a letter and look after this little jinni" he nodded in response.

When God made him and he omitted to give him a heart. There was no affection in his eyes. Cold, reserved that's what he was.

Fatima bid her fairwell with a warm hug. He turned toward tara and lowered himself, he banded his arms around her hips. She felt every hard line on his tanned arm, while pushing her up, he placed her on camal. Legs either side of camal.

Oman pulled camal's ropes to make it turn toward their way. When the camal started moving her eyes instantly find Fatima's eyes. She smiled and lifted her hand in fairwell.

Oman too looked at her sister, and nodded at her with thin lips.

Passing the bazaar, She saw bakery where she was left behind by her father. It was a place that snatched away loved ones, now fatima was too snatched away from her.

Sand submerging oman's long riding boots as he walked along the camal.

His aura and his entourage surrounding him was too well built.

Oman looked at tara, her face was covered with a grey scarf. Only her eyes visible, those hazel eyes were looking dead now.

Tara was well aware of his gazes. Yet when their eyes met she glared and looked away.

He was walking along the camal while tara was sitting on camal. Their journey has just started.

He was sweating profusely as the heat of sun was intensifying. When they were in full deserted land oman sat behind tara on camal.

After covering journey of two hours tara started twisting on her seat. His manhood poking her butt. She wanted to ask him to move away the object as she was not comfortable like this.

She turned toward oman and tried looking at the thing poking behind her. But there was nothing, only him and his tented pants. Afterwards, she droped the idea.

For oman it was worse as He was hard to no point because of her nonstop movements.

He placed his hands on her waist to make her stop moving. Her soul left her body when he touched her thin waist.

Her small frame was covered by oman's broad body. Making sun jealous as the blistering sunlight was not falling on her.

The faint rustle of whispering sand, Shifting surface and the desert itself streching far away. All they could seen was yellow sand dunes. It was overwhelming beautiful but scary too.

As the dusted evening was falling already. Oman decided to take break.

"Tara come here" she obediently walked toward oman. He had breads in his hands.

Her walk was like a tortoise. It somehow made oman irritated.

She was making him angry on purpose. Why not? He was the sole reason, she has to leave fatima behind.

"Want to eat something" She shook her head negatively.

For a time neither spoke and sat quietly on the sand.

"I want you to respond properly not just mere nod" she turned to him and looked in his eyes, Not even blinking.

Oman desperately wanted to hear her voice. She usually talked with fatima. But with him she becomes a scared lamb.

Oman had tried to listened to her talks but she instantly stoped when she saw oman near her. She was so shy of him.

Oman looked around them just to avoid her gaze. But she still looked at him intensly.

"Stop looking at me like that" oman asserted shaking his head.

"Now eat and i won't give you to eat later" he said strictly and pushed bread toward her.

She didn't responded, her eyes shone with tears. She whipped her eyes aggressively

Feeling irritated he pulled her by hand she jerked away his hand's grip and she ran from there.

Clenching his jaw he shaked his head.

"What a wicked little thing" he told himself and took a bite of his bread, eyes still on tara.

Oman know she was missing home, those streets were her home. But now her fate is with oman. With her husband, she has to accept it.

They were again on their path.

In the distance, the tops of the palm trees of the Oasis were visible. Tara's excitement was on another level as she never saw something like this before.

She wriggled on her seat, her back hitting his chest.

"Calm down, monkey. We are close" and she sat still.

Temperature started to fall really fast. They had reached the Oasis where first night to be passed.

The clustering palm trees were mesmerizing. Oman established a tent with things he had carried along with him.

It was much smaller but they could perfectly fit into it but the problem was that they were not comfortable being around each other, sleeping together was really a big deal for them.

They dined quietly, calmness surrounded in ambience.

He hanged lantern on the hooks of tent. Soon the place was lighten up with dim light.

The prospect of being alone with him was excited. However she never showed. The thaught of laying close to him made her curled into a ball.

Is she feelings cold.

He pulled blanket over her body, covering her properly so she won't get chilled in desert's night. She pulled it over her head.

"Are you uncomfortable" he asked her and as usual she didn't said anything.

Not again How i am going to deal with her.

He pushed himself out of the tent.

He lighten the fire of brushwood before their tent. Looking at those flames, he found himself in deep thaughts. His life was much different from now.

As an young adult he had defiled himself with many women. He grown having beautiful and seductress women around him.

He had a lover more beautiful than anyone can imagine, Homeira. She was a dancer. He couldn't see her face last time as he was descarded by sultan in attempt to murder him. Whatever he had all lost.

He remembered how Homeira used to give him blowjobs during his duty to make him release the stress. She knew how to please him.

His wood erected, looking down at his midriff he heaved a long sigh. His eyes went to a tree behind long bushes. He projected his head in tent to make sure tara was sleeping. He went behind the tree and sat below it.

He opened his pants and He reached down to free his long shaft. It springed out instantly. He grabbed it softy and massaged the head of his shaft.

He never ever imagined he would do something like this at this hour, when his little bride was laying in his tent.

He rubbed his shaft hard and fast till his muscles stiffen.

He imagined the naked homeira below him as he thrusted into her like an animal.

He heard a loud voice. For a second all colors left his face.

"Oman" was it his name. He heard it clearly. Again it came back.

He fastened his cock back inside his pants. He dusted his clothes hurriedly.

He ran toward their tant, he serched inside but tara was not their. Only her fresh scent lingered there.

"Oman" he again heard his name coming form outside of the tent. It was tender and shaky voice like a kid was calling him.

He ran toward the voice. He saw a small body standing near the waters.

"Tara" he slowly called her name to make sure it was his wife.

She looked behind with a jerk and she pushed legs, running toward him she crashed her soft body into his hard one.

"Oman" she called his name softly.

It was the first time he head her voice, how many times he wondered how her voice sound.

He felt his cock twitched. Oman couldn't believe he felt something so odd with a girl who clearly wasn't the type he would look or touch.

Maybe beacuse he was so hot, and so much frustrated because of his sexual desire. His climax was still pending.

"What happened, why are you outside"

She pushed her nose in his hard chest and rubbed it softy. His manly scent was now her favourite.

He knew she won't answer him.

He broke their embrace and took her small, thin wrist in his hand and pulled her behind him. While stomping, she was constantly looking at him. He looked behind and under the moonlight he saw her big hazel eyes filled with moisture.

He took her inside the tent.

He has a little girl who could no longer live without him and he was unaware of that.