MY KILLER

CHAPTER 28

Asad;

In my life, I had never wanted to be King. I always felt it was too binding, too hectic, too serious.

My two brothers had died in a fight for the throne and I was not one who fancied early death. I always wanted a free life, to be able to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted and however I wanted it. That was me since I was a little boy and for that, I always got Sahib in trouble.
Mother had always asked him to look after me but that bastard had always preferred his horses and library and books to hanging out with me. I always found a way however to drag him out of his sheltered boring life to play and we'd always get in trouble.

Sahib wasn't the playful type and was always careful. But I wasn't.
And whenever I got into trouble, which always happened, Sahib would take the blame for me and mother was not always kind enough to ever spare him. He was always either whipped with a horse whip, or locked up for days without food or worse, made to watch his horses starved of food till they were at their limits.

One time even, when all the evidence pointed to the fact that I was in the wrong, mother still had Sahib punished mercilessly. I begged her in tears and asked her why she'd do that and she always said Sahib's fate was to be Sultan and Sultans did not do such measly things like taking the blame for someone who was obviously wrong.
They punished wrongs.
Mother always had an excuse for everything. Sometimes, I wondered if she was Sahib's mother also. But she clearly was, he looked so much like her and was the only one who took her eyes, her blue eyes.
Aliyyah and I just looked more like our father, especially the brown eyes.

And even after the death of mother and father, when I was asked to take the throne, I obstinately refused threatening to run away or do some serious damage to Arabia if I was coerced any further. Sahib didn't want me to run away or to do anything terrible to Arabia and finally decided to be Sultan even though he hated that position more than even I.

Then, he continued with what father started; human trafficking.
It always surprised me, how he always obeyed and followed the wishes of the very woman who killed our mother.
How did I know this?
That was the very last thing he said when I found him in a pool of blood right beside Kareena who held on to him, mourning like she had lost someone precious. He said it right before passing out and going into a coma for almost a year.
It was Ameena who nursed him back to health.

After that ordeal, he seemed to have forgotten what really happened that day and always kept mute when I told him Kareena killed our mother and to take justice for our mother.
But I knew she was the murderer, our mother's murderer and he did too.
That event changed his life for good, Sahib was no longer the quiet, naive and overprotective brother I knew who couldn't hurt a fly. That was when he turned murderous and started killing people for any little mistake.

But, I had gotten my freedom. I could do what I wanted, when I wanted, how I wanted. But, this was Arabia, the Arabia with the very many rules, all of which disgusted me.
I wanted to be able to hold any unmarried woman on the street and be able to kiss a girlfriend or two without the judging eyes of people which would lead to the soiling of the Al Sa'id's reputation.
I wanted to be able to go to a hotel and have sex with a woman I had just met and be able to drink and smoke some weed every now and then.
But all of it was haram.
I wasn't supposed to do any of those things.

That didn't stop me from doing them anyway. I had always been a lover, no law could stop that.
And so, I would leave the palace in disguise and go have all the fun I'd ever think of including drinking, partying every now and then with a lot of girls as always and bed many of them at the end of the day. I was very well known.
Sometimes though I would be caught and the news would be suppressed so as not to soil the family's reputation. I would be punished though, to be grounded in the palace and not be able to leave the palace grounds.
Still, whenever that was over, I would go back and do the very things I was punished for.
I was a lover of women, it was no fault of mine.