Kidnapped by the Arab

They left the house, and outside, two beautiful bicycles awaited them. One was white with blue, the other white with pink. Several bodyguards accompanied them, riding black bicycles, while some 4×4 trucks followed them from a distance.

“Pink color, I love it,” she exclaimed, hugging him. Despite all the surveillance, she felt free and happy to be herself on that island without so many limiting rules.

“That’s great you liked it. I ordered them a while ago, and the daughter of the island’s caretakers brought them. She’s a close friend, we’ve known each other since childhood. They had some troubles in Dubai, so I offered them to come here years ago, and they gladly accepted.”

Aisha lowered her head, a gesture of sadness appearing on her face, feeling guilty at that moment.

“I have to confess something,” she said.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Ahmed held her chin with one hand. “What is it, beautiful?”

“I have to apologize for not trusting you. I saw you talking to that girl, and you looked comfortable with her. It made me upset.”

“You don’t have to apologize. On the contrary, I’m happy about it,” Ahmed replied.

Aisha looked at him closely, his words confusing her. “I don’t understand why you’d be happy.”

“It tells me that you’re starting to feel something for me. Also, I have something to confess. Actually, on the plane, I felt jealous when the captain was attentive to you, and you responded with a smile. That’s why I briefly entertained the flight attendant’s flirtation. I wanted to see if you would get jealous.”

“And boy, did I get jealous,” Aisha admitted.

“We have to learn to trust each other. It’s better to speak up when something bothers us than to keep it to ourselves.”

“I’ll do that, I’m sorry.”

They hopped on the bicycles, and the guards followed them at a respectful distance, avoiding intruding on their privacy.

They rode for a few minutes, and Aisha truly enjoyed the breathtaking landscapes of the island. She stopped frequently to take photographs. Eventually, they arrived at a trailhead that diverged from the main path.

“We’ll leave the bicycles here and walk,” Ahmed said.

They walked downhill, passing through a wooded area until Aisha was amazed to see a beautiful waterfall with crystal-clear water in a shade of blue she had never seen before.

“This is incredible,” she exclaimed.

“I knew you would like it. Now, let’s go for a swim.”

Ahmed undressed, leaving only his boxers, while the guards were instructed to keep a watchful eye from a distance. Aisha also removed her clothes, remaining in her underwear. Ahmed helped her remove her bra, and they both jumped into the water.

After swimming for a while, they ventured into a cave behind the waterfall. Inside, a stream led to a water-filled pool, and the cave was adorned with brilliant crystals emerging from the walls, with stalactites and stalagmites decorating the space.

“I used to come here often. I would spend hours drawing and photographing the rock formations and crystals,” Ahmed said.

“I’m speechless. This is a visual wonder, a true treasure,” Aisha replied.

Ahmed sat on the sandy bank of the pool, and Aisha joined him.

“You know the thousands of naughty ideas that come to my mind when I see you like this, next to me,” Ahmed said with a mischievous smile.

“And what’s stopping you from acting on them, Your Majesty?” Aisha playfully responded, leaning back on her hands.

Ahmed moved closer and kissed her passionately. He thought he would never fall in love again, but the universe had surprised him in a big way. He felt an intense and unique love, wondering if anyone else could feel the same way. The feeling scared him, especially when he considered saying “I love you” to her. He wasn’t sure if she felt the same way with the same intensity.

They made love passionately, the cave echoing the symphony of whispers and moans that emanated from them. It was a whirlwind of emotions, and they ended up exhausted.

“Now, how am I supposed to walk back? My legs feel like jelly, and they won’t take me anywhere at the moment,” Aisha joked.

“I anticipated that might happen, so I asked them to bring the jeep,” Ahmed replied.

“Ahmed Khan Assad, you have everything meticulously planned,” Aisha teased.

“I plead guilty to acting with premeditation and advantage. I just fulfilled one of the fantasies I had as a young man,” he chuckled.

Aisha laughed, glad to hear that she was the first woman he brought to this cave.

When they returned to the villa in the jeep, the delightful aroma of food filled their senses. Ahmed had arranged for several dishes to be prepared for their return. She thought about staying on the island forever. They still had several days there, but the idea of returning to Dubai tormented her. Now that she was his wife, she knew that all eyes would be on her, and she wasn’t sure if she could live up to what Ahmed needed.

“You seem lost in thought,” he said.

“It’s just that I’m worried about the return. I know it’s your country, your people, but I’m having a hard time adapting to the culture.”

“Now, it’s your country and your people too. After three years of marriage, you can express your intention to become a citizen.”

She fell silent, uncertain if she wanted to do that.

“Wait, I’ll be right back,” Ahmed said as he walked away for a moment.

When he returned, he held a small cake with lit candles in his hand. Ahmed sang a cheerful birthday song.

“I’m really sorry for forgetting your birthday. I saw the date in your documents, but with all the hustle and bustle of the wedding, I forgot. We’ll have to celebrate when we get back, and I’ll give you your gift there.”

“Thank you, but you don’t have to worry about a gift. This cake is more than enough, and you’ve already given me this beautiful bracelet,” she said, leaning in to kiss him.

In Italy, Carlo felt suffocated. He didn’t know if that woman knew how to do anything other than cry. She insisted on marrying him, but now every time he touched her, she turned into a factory of tears, begging him constantly to let her go.

“You ask me to let you go, you didn’t want to be by my side, and now that you are, you want to leave. I’m sorry, but you’re not going anywhere. When I find Mia, I will bring her home, and from that moment on, you will take care of her,” Carlo said.

“You said that when you find her, you’ll give me a divorce,” Vittoria replied.

“And I will, I always keep my promises. I’ll give you the divorce because I’ll marry her. But you won’t be able to leave, don’t worry. From that moment on, I won’t touch you again. You mean nothing compared to her,” he added.

Vittoria lowered her head. She was paying a high price for her stubbornness to marry Carlo. He was nothing like the Prince Charming she had imagined; he was the protagonist of her worst nightmares. Night after night, she was subjected to his vilest behavior, venting all his frustration at not finding Mia on her.

Meanwhile, Emma was hoping to end her pregnancy soon. She wanted to leave her child in his father’s care and use the money he would provide to continue her life. For a moment, she allowed herself to be sentimental when she saw the ultrasound and heard the heartbeat, but she quickly discarded those thoughts. She would not be tied to anyone in her life, especially not to a diaper-changing milk drinker.

She was just days away from giving birth, and Cambell had not returned from Dubai yet. She was afraid of being alone when the time came.

In Dubai, Basima still couldn’t get used to the idea of her son’s marriage. She had met with Aracha to plan a way for her to get pregnant by Ahmed. They had to play their cards very well; if she managed to have the Sheikh’s first child, that child would have to be named the Crown Prince. Amira tried to eavesdrop to see what those two were up to, but her mother kept her under close watch.

Ibrahim was suffering as the day of the engagement that his mother had planned for him approached. He knew Jamil was already married, and imagining him in the arms of that woman was driving him crazy. He had to resign himself to living a life he didn’t want, or he would be disowned.

Amira was also worried. Her mother was capable of betrothing her just to get rid of her, as she was a hindrance to her plans.

Meanwhile, Zafir awaited the Sheikh’s return to inform him of his sisters’ whereabouts. He was arranging everything necessary to rescue them and take them out of the country. It had to be a carefully planned operation, or Ahmed’s enemies could use it against him.

Unaware of Basima’s wicked plans, on the island, the couple continued to enjoy their love, completely surrendered to the passion that ignited between their bodies.