She could still feel oman's lips on hers, his arms holding her pinned against him, the hardness between his legs pressing against her core.

So that was how a husband

kiss his wife. It was much more different from what fatima had told her. She had always wondered what it would be like with Oman.

She hadn't expected the strange feeling that her husband had aroused in her: a feeling that both

frightened and excited her.

Everytime she blushed hard remembering how he devoured her mouth and groped her body.

Oman seemed different, his face was hard like he was angry. When she touched his arm he rudely shaked off her hand. She was confused at his this behaviour, just an hour ago he was so lovely-dovely.

He didn't even sat close to her and at night she slept alone in the tent.

But later that night she felt some movements beside her. She saw oman vibrating strangely.

With panic, she stared at him but couldn't move her body with shock. Her heart was beating so fast she was afraid it would burst.

She saw oman shaking his hand on his lower. She looked down but it was too dark to see clearly.

Is he scratching his leg?

What an animalistic way to scratch his own abdomen. With passing time she became curious.

Her vision was focused on his face. New emotions were coming and going on his face. It seemed he was in pain. She didn't knew how she should help him.

After groaning like an animal, the movements stoped and oman looked relaxed. But when he turned to her, he cursed.

"Fuck" that's what he said.

Tara knew what cursing is as people always shouted at her throwing bad words her way. However, she didn't knew the meaning of those words. Still those were not appealing to hear.

She pulled herself up.

"Tara?" She didn't said anything instead she looked at his midriff.

Oman hurriedly covered his lower half with blanket.

She didn't see clearly but there was something between his legs. Her heart droped with fear.

Her eyes moved back and forth to his eyes to his midriff.

"What is there?" She pointed to his cock.

"Are you in pain? I can help you" she extended her hand toward his abdomen.

He grabbed her hand in hard grip and gripped his teeth.

"No, why are you awake? Go back to sleep" he looked scary. He shouted at her many times but now he looked dangerous. It was so strange.

She clearly heard him groaning in pain.

They both sat there looking at each other for moments not saying anything. Tara took a sigh.

He don't believe her. She was his wife But he never let her get close to him.

Oman didn't knew what excuse he should made at this point. He can't tell her, he was masturbating while thinking about her under him.

She came closer to him and grabbed his face with her tiny hands.

she was being extra touchy with him because of what happened between them earlier that day, she enjoyed his touch.

Why didn't he told her, if he was in so much pain

"Let me look, please" she said pushing her face close to his.

"I said sleep, dammit" he growled at her as he pushed her away. He had uncommon control of his temper. But he raged with anger since she tried to touch him down there and it made him out of his mind.

She felt shiver ran dan her spine with fear. It seemed he was angry at her.

Her feeling were visible on her face. She was hurt. He wanted to console her but didn't. Not now when he was thinking about doing dirty things to her. He can't ruin her innocence like this.

He stormed out of the tent, blanket still wrapped around his hips.

She felt something tore in her. Laying back on the mattress, she silently cried. Again she wasn't aware of the mistake she had done.

If he didn't like her touching him, she won't touch him again. She thaught.

After sometime she heard him coming inside the tent. Now nothing was same as before and their closeness was for short term.

he laid beside her but she turned to other side, not wanting to stay close to him. Before that she was so happy about their new start and the beautiful kiss they shared. But he ruined everything.

She felt a blanket was kept on her small frame, making her warm. But oman was more warmer than this blanket.She hoped, oman wasn't this cold and scary. She knew he could be charming and polite if he chose, many times he had treated her with greatest respect. But he should also share his grief and sadness with her.

After a while, she felt her eyelids getting heavier and she slept with his thaughts on her mind.

Oman didn't slept for even a second, he was dumb to act like a total maniac. The act was so sinful that he wanted to punish himself. He could expect something like this from himself. He was always like this, clouded with lust.

But tara is so pure. He cannot destroy her innocence like this. They were strangers at first but now they got each other to rely on. He didn't give a damn what society thought of him. He was her husband but what he clearly worried about was her age. These things can effect on her mental health.

The sun was high over the palm trees when tara finally crawled from her soft mattress. She massaged her eyes with her fists.

Coming out she saw oman standing beside a camal. A beautiful camal with white patches. She wanted to go there and check the camal but she remembered how he pushed her away on the ground.

They will ride on this camal. She felt excited.

Oman noticed tara at the corner of his eye. He remember how he tossed and turned all night, while she managed to get her beautiful sleep. He decided to keep his distance, for there was no point making matters worse than they already were.

Today they have to leave for another city, there his friend lived. They would stay there for some days, ask for his favour to escort them to the carvan, which will lead them out of this country.

She was covered completely in her black robe and was lost in her own thoughts but disturbed by two pairs of footsteps halting infront of the tent.

"you are ready tara? I thought we might talk one last time, before your departure" she said coming toward.

"You look beautiful" she touched her chin slightly.

Tara smiled at the lady who was admiring her for good, same as fatima used to.

They both sat on the rug.

"Why so gloomy?" She just fiddled her fingers and sadly looked at her lap.

Daria had been scrutinizing her quietly, finally interrupted her thoughts.

"Tara, i want to ask you something. Please tell me the truth" finally she has to ask.

"What, truth" confused tara asked.

"Who is oman to you" she asked calmly.

"H.. he is my uncle" she lied didn't wanted to make oman more angry.

"No tara he is not, i can sense it. Don't worry i'll help you. Tell me everything" tara felt her heartbeat getting out of control.

Daria gripped her hand tightly.

"Did he kidnapped you?" At this tara knew what daria was thinking. Oman wasn't like this even though his temper was bad, he never hurted her.

Daria saw tara's forehead covered with frown.

"He is my husband" She came back shortly, shaking her head.

Daria was amused and shoked at the same time. She didn't expect this could turn out like this.

Oman heard tara clearly. He was about to come inside tent to call tara as they have to leave. But stood their like a creep to listen what her wife think of him. He felt happy when she claimed him as her husband infront of daria. He smiled. He wanted to go inside and kiss her hard infront of daria to show, his rights on her.

"What, is it true? Then why did you both lied to us"

At this he walked inside.

"I am sorry that I lied to all of you. Actually we needed a shelter. Soldiers were behind us. If you want to tell everyone, you can"

Daria looked in his eyes. Only saw sincerity in them.

"Don't worry i won't tell anyone but you should speek the truth. If she your wife then accept it"

"I am not ashamed of her" he said clenching his teeth. This woman was getting on his nerves.

Everything settled between them.

"Tara, let's go" One nod from tara.

Oman sprinted out of the tent, tara tailing behind him.

A pleasant breeze ruffled tara's skirt as she talked with daria one last time. Oman pinched the tip of his nose and He sighed, cursing the lack of time they had, still their talks was not coming to end.

With trembling voice. "Oman i am sorry. I misunderstood the situation. I just want to request you to take care of...." She was cut off abruptly.

"She is my wife as you have found out. You don't have to worry about her well being" his icy words clearly stated she belong to him.

He grabbed tara from her waist and placed her on the camal.

Camal started to walk leaving behind his padded footsteps behind. Tara looked behind and waved at daria.

Another loved one left behind. She knew this was her destiny. Then she looked at oman.

'what if, he also left me'

She was ignoring him from morning, which was really strange to him. She definitely decided to stay away from him realising he is no good for her. He didn't want her previous eyes on anything other than him.

She had been discontent since morning. Again she was same old tara, who had been silent, withdrawn. Oman wasn't liking the way she kept her head low most of the time. But she could sense his hunting gaze on her all the time.

On the other hand, it was better for both of them to stay away from each other, as oman didn't knew when he would loose his sanity and claim her completely. He won't have mercy on her.

He was afraid of himself.

At the end of the day. Tara could see mountains in the far distance and an ocean of sand in front of them.

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