Arabs are well known for their culture, Poetry, and hospitality. They are also recognized for their valor and leadership. Badr, son of Sheikh Faisal, a valiant knight known among the tribes.
Due to his father's grave illness, Badr is named the lead...
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**I found my fate the first time I looked into your eyes**
Shoug shivered as the cold seeped through the thick quilt. With a shudder, she rolled to her right side, and the back of her right hand brushed against something. With a slow and gentle movement, she blinked away the remnants of sleep, gradually becoming aware of her surroundings. Shoug opened her eyes, and in doing so, her eyes widened at the sight in front of her.
In the dimly lit tent, soft light filtered with the help of the fire, casting a gentle glow. The air was still, filled with a quiet tranquility that enveloped the tent like a comforting embrace. As Shoug's eyes adjusted to the faint light, she stared at the man peacefully nestled amidst the folds of the bedding. Badr.
Badr was sleeping!
Shoug peered at her spouse. His features now softened in the light, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm of deep, steady breaths. He was at last tranquil. Shoug knew he had not rested well ever since she joined this journey, and to see him rest next to her, a tender smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched him sleep, a rush of warmth flooding her heart. He did not abandon her.
His right hand rested over his heart, and his left hand had brushed against Shoug's hand. The space between them was enough for Badr to rest his left hand there. His hair brushed against his shoulders, with only a thin quilt over his feet.
He must be cold.
Shoug gently rose into a sitting position; in doing so, her braid fell over her right shoulder, falling over her midriff. With her left hand, she grabbed her quilt, intending to drape the other half over Badr. However, she came to a halt, and a silent gasp hissed passed her lips. Shoug's head shot down towards her right hand, only to see long, lean fingers wrap around them.
Her wide eyes shot to Badr, but he was still fast asleep. Gulping hard, Shoug looked down at their entwined hands. Her eyes traced the contours of his hand, strong and lean. Each tendon and vein stood out subtly under his sun-kissed skin, telling tales of strength she had witnessed. Shoug marveled at how his fingers- so powerful- held her hand with a gentle hold.
The intimacy of this simple gesture was overwhelming, filling her with an emotion words could not explain. Shoug closed her eyes and bit her lip. Will she ever savor his touch? Her heart only beat to avenge Gaith, but then why did the hushed promise held within his touch tug at her deceased heart?
Her eyes prickled, and tears coated the rims. With a harsh swallow, Shoug gently removed her fingers from Badr's hold. Biting her lip, she draped her quilt over him, then rose to her feet, unable to bear his closeness.
