Kidnapped by the Arab

Ahmed and Aisha, their tongues intertwined, and they nibbled each other’s lips. Ahmed trailed his mouth down her neck, slowly removing her clothes. He savored every moment of the anticipation, making the wait a delicious yet cruel torture. He sweetly licked every inch of her body, treating it like a beautiful sculpture that belonged to him.

“I love you. You drive me crazy. I don’t want to lose you. Promise me I won’t lose you,” Ahmed whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Aisha silenced him with another kiss. He touched her with passion, but also with infinite tenderness. His skilled hands threatened to drive her mad. His gentle, slow movements unleashed immense waves of pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely. And in the rhythm of their lovemaking, they merged into one until they both exploded in pleasure.

The next morning, Ahmed woke up, and Aisha was still asleep, resting on his chest. She woke up as he tried to get up, and he gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. Do you have any idea how much I love you?” Ahmed said.

She just smiled. Every time he said it, Ahmed wished to hear an “I love you” in return from her. Aisha either stayed silent or changed the topic when he told her those words.

“You know, Vittoria tried to hide the bruises on her face. I’m sure Carlo caused them,” Ahmed said.

“You didn’t answer my question. Do you have any idea how much I love you?” Ahmed asked again.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“No, I don’t,” she replied, smiling. Then she got up and headed to the bathroom. Ahmed knew she felt something for him, so why didn’t she just tell him?

Later, Ahmed had breakfast with Carlo. Arkham arrived without being invited, and out of courtesy, Ahmed felt obligated to invite him as well.

“Salaam Alaikum,” Arkham greeted.

“Wa Alaikum As-Salaam. Take a seat, brother, join us for breakfast,” Ahmed said.

“Thank you.”

“He’s an old associate,” Ahmed introduced.

“Nice to meet you,” Carlo nodded in acknowledgement.

After breakfast, they had tea in one of the palace rooms. Ahmed wished his brother would leave, as Carlo and Arkham together were a dangerous combination. He sent a message to Amira, asking her to find an excuse to take Arkham away. His sister immediately called Arkham.

“Hello.”

“Arkham, Mother called me to see her. Could you take me? My chauffeur is not available.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

After hanging up, Arkham said goodbye to Ahmed and Carlo and hurried to take his sister. He was sure their mother wanted to extract information about Ahmed from Amira. If anyone knew something about him, it was her.

They arrived at Basima’s palace, and the stern woman’s face twisted with displeasure when she saw that her daughter was accompanied by someone.

“Hello, Mother. This is my friend Caroline.”

The woman didn’t respond and made a grimace. She turned to her daughter.

“I need to speak with you alone.”

“Okay, Mother. Caro, could you wait for me a moment?”

“If you like, I can show you around the palace,” Arkham offered.

“I’d love that, thank you.”

“My father built this complex. It houses both palaces, stables, a horse racing track, and a hospital. As you’ve seen, it’s surrounded by a wooded area that has become a great lung for our city,” Arkham explained.

Caroline observed everything with great attention. The luxury of the place was impressive, much more than the palace where Aisha lived.

“My father’s passion for horses was known worldwide. He even had a statue of horses placed in front of the palace’s entrance. You probably noticed it when you entered. In Jumeirah, in front of the beach, my father built another palace, which is used only during the summer. Have you been to the new museum?”

“Not yet.”

“You can’t leave without seeing it. It has been named ‘the most beautiful building on Earth.’ It’s a seven-story structure built with stainless steel and fiberglass. It’s a beauty,” Arkham sighed. His father had done everything possible to make their city known worldwide.

Meanwhile, Amira was trying to find a way to avoid her mother’s demands.

“I want you to inform me about everything your brother and that woman do.”

“I can’t do that, Mother. I won’t invade their privacy. My brother trusts me.”

“You will do it. I am your mother, and you must obey me. Otherwise, I will have you whipped, or I could arrange your marriage to the worst and most disgusting man I can find. It’s your choice.”

Amira said nothing and left the room clenching her fists. Was her mother truly such a despicable woman?

She found Caroline and Arkham talking in one of the hallways, and she took Caroline’s hand and walked away.

“What’s wrong?” Caroline asked, surprised.

“You looked so comfortable with my brother. Don’t be fooled; everyone inside that palace is like snakes, waiting to attack. They want to hurt Ahmed and your sister, but I won’t allow it.”

She sent a message to Ahmed -“Get rid of that man for a moment. I need to talk to you.”

“Caro, I need to talk to Ahmed urgently, but that man is sticking to him like a leech. You’ll have to distract him for me,” Amira pleaded.

“No, absolutely not! Carlo scares me. Look, you just mentioned him, and I got chills,” Caroline said, extending her arm to show her reaction was genuine.

“Please,” Amira pouted, giving her a pleading look.

“Ugh, fine,” Caroline rolled her eyes and reluctantly agreed.

They approached Carlo and Ahmed. Ahmed apologized to his guest and followed his sister to her office. Carlo grinned cynically at the sight of Caroline accompanying Amira. He approached her, still wearing that sinister smile, and reached out to grab her chin, but before he could, Vittoria and Aisha appeared.

Carlo cursed silently; those women were so inconvenient. Caroline had to know where Mía was. It was impossible for her not to know. He had to find a way to make her talk, but in a palace filled with meddlers and guards, it would be very difficult.

He returned to his seat, and the three women glared at him with contempt. Carlo had the feeling that they were trying to kill him with their eyes.

In Ahmed’s office, Amira was in tears.

“I can’t believe what our mother is capable of. As soon as Carlo leaves, I will talk to her. I won’t answer her calls anymore, and I’ll have two guards watching you all the time, in case she tries to carry out her threats.”

“I’m afraid, brother. I’m sure Arkham and Mother are planning something. They feel supported by the Amin family,” Amira said.

“Don’t worry. I’ll find a way to end this once and for all.”

Carlo was curious to see Aisha’s face. She was a very shy and reserved woman who hardly spoke. She always wore the hijab, and Carlo wondered if she was too ugly to show herself to the world or if her beauty was reserved only for the Sheikh.

Aisha could feel Carlo’s penetrating gaze on her. Did he suspect something?

Ahmed and Amira returned to the living room, just as they were serving tea.

“Just in time for tea,” Ahmed said with a smile. As he arrived, he noticed Carlo’s gaze on his wife, and he had to restrain himself from kicking him out of there.

“Yes, just in time,” Aisha replied in a soft voice. In Carlo’s presence, she tried not to talk much, and if she did, she changed the tone of her voice. She was the only one who didn’t have tea, which only drew more attention from Carlo.

Later, Ahmed invited Carlo to the golf club. Carlo was impressed by the beauty of the place.

“There are 13 golf courses in the city, but undoubtedly, this is the best and most beautiful one, covering 175 acres.”

“Wow, it must be quite an achievement to maintain all this grass in over 40-degree weather all the time. It must be quite a feat,” Carlo remarked.

“It is indeed.”

They returned to the palace in the evening, where the girls were gathered on the terrace. Amira was teaching embroidery to Caroline and Vittoria, while Aisha observed. Ahmed and Carlo sat nearby. After a while, Vittoria got up to go to the bathroom, but she tripped over the corner of the small table and fell onto Aisha, accidentally pulling off her hijab, which fell to the floor.