𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧

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Barakah awoke with a sudden wave of hotness. Stretching herself she realised she was covered in fur. Heavy, thick fur, that felt so real it made her sick. Was this the fur of an animal?! Suddenly, what was placed around her was soon forgotten as the rustling from behind startled her. She looked to see what the commotion was about, only to realise it was the leader moving between the sheets. Suddenly remembering where she was, she leaned away from the bed regretting it immediately as her back protested in pain.

Was it possible to sleep against a hard frame for hours on end? Apparently it was.

Looking outside she could make out what she couldn't last night. She had a perfect view of the crisp night just before the sun made its entry across the horizon, reminding Barakah that she needed to pray. There wasn't any water around, and in such instances her thoughts traced back to when her grandfather would practise tayammum with the sand outside.

[ Dry ablution]

To leave the room, she needed the northerners permission, something he had made clear to establish as of last night, in any instance she was to leave his sight. It didn't sit right with her that he made such demands, especially when she was nothing to him and vice versa, but if she was to live and travel with her father, these were minor sacrifices she could make for the greater good.

With hesitant steps, she walked to his side of the bed and pondered how she would rouse him from his sleep. He seems to be deep in slumber, she thought, as her eyes traced the faint lines around his own, moving down to his nose, where a proud bridge lay, echoing the resilience of a rugged man, almost inciting fear into Barakah's heart. She'd seen the very same nose snarl and flare with an animal like intensity when defeating King Sulaymans soldiers like they were nothing. And without knowledge, as if her eyes had a will of their own, they moved down to his lips, taking in the sight of them, so firm and rugged. So sinly... what she was doing. What had gotten into the girl!

It was haram for her to look at a man so keenly, especially when it lead to weird feelings blossoming in the heart. More than likely it was nerves, and how capable even his sleeping form seemed to be at striking fear into her heart.

[forbidden]

Just as she was about to reach her hand forward to somehow get him to wake, his own large hands stretched out towards her and in one quick motion, gripped the small of her waist and threw her under his finesse. She gasped at the sudden movement, afraid of how she reached such a position in nothing short of a split second. All sorts of warning bells rang in her head as she squirmed under him, trying to break free.

His deep, piercing eyes looked down into her wodening, fear filled ones the more their proximity grew closer. He could get used to this, time and time again. But first he needed to know her intentions for looming over him like some sort of a ghost whilst he lay asleep.

"L-let go of me" she struggled to get away from him, as he made fast motion of wrapping his legs around her dress covered ones. She was stuck undoubtedly and nothing could escape from his grip unless it was of his will.

"And why would I do that" he rasped out in his morning timber. It seemed deeper than usual, Barakah noticed. He slowly lowered his body onto her with his arms on either side of her face, preventing her from moving whilst she was still in a trance of shock and bewilderment. An unsettling amount of weight was placed upon her leading her to believe no circulation was getting to her brain, for she could not think to form a proper sentence.

Whilst the girl beneath him was stuck with her thoughts, the brute eyed the material around her head and neck, wondering if she ever took it off.

"B-because this is wrong. Stop!"