Chapter 74 B

'To the brother we got, cheers. I'll introduce y'all to him, he has to memorize my name first, so don't rush my lovely Yarima.' There was a throng of messages and one of the princess even called a group video call that made Saima laughed before she picked and she was forced by them to go and sit beside him.
'Yarima, these are all our sisters, the unmarried ones, obviously. Say hi to them.' She had said to him and when Na'im stared back at the five beautiful and smiley faces of his sisters that he would have walked passed them without knowing, he felt his heart filling with love.
'Hey, princesses!' He said happily and they all smiled shyly at him. They all had known him, had admired him but when it was evident that he didn't give a damn about their lives, they had all gave up about trying to have a relationship with him. It seemed like the kind of family Alan Gubro wanted was slowly forming itself.
There was a moment of introduction and he had to introduce them to Maryam with a proud and loving smile on his lips. He turned to Maryam slightly, 'Hoor, these are my sisters. Basma, Dahlia, Erina, Falaq and Ilham.' They all gushed at how beautiful Maryam was and whined that the weren't invited to the wedding, it seemed that they didn't know about his marriage with all the rumor that had roamed throughout the palace. But when he asked where they were, they all told him that they left for school last year.
Basma, Dahlia and Ilham were studying in Qatar, medicine. While Erina; whose mother was half-turkish had gone back to her mother's family to study there, since her mother had died five years ago and she had only been to Nigeria occasionally during some Eids. Na'im could remember seeing their faces, just that he hardly gave them much more than a single glance and Falaq, who was Saima's mate had gone to her mother's sister's house in Cameroon before their time to leave for school came.
It was full of laughter and smiles and love and they all agreed to meet some time soon and share the lovely bond they had created. They asked for his number and Saima argued that he wasn't going to save their numbers with princess attached, just their names, plain and simple. They whined and whined and he only had to compromise that he would add a heart each after their names, he loved them all after all.
She laughed at the memory, how happy she was that she was finally being in the midst of a family that loved each other genuinely and that royal hatred wasn't shared between them. She remembered telling him about her two twin sisters that were married and those nieces and nephews he was seeing were their children. But still, the thought of how they fought for which name he saved their numbers was amazing that she couldn't help the smile on her face.
"Have you got a boyfriend?" Hafiz asked out of the blue, bringing her out of her reverie and she turned to him, surprised at the kind of question he had asked.
"No. Why did you ask?" Their eyes met for a moment before he took his eyes and fixed them on the road.
"Nothing. Just the way you're smiling and chuckling to yourself, I thought maybe you've missed him so bad. And if you want, I can even drop you off at his place or something." She didn't know why it sounded so funny to her ears, but it did.
"I bet you wouldn't even drop me at his place even if I had one and asked you to, will you?" She asked and fixed her eyes in his, even though she felt slightly unnerved whenever their eyes met, Saima wasn't willing to take her eyes off him.
"No, I will, why did you even care to ask? Just say it and give me his location."
She chuckled and nodded her head stubbornly, "Where do you stay?" She asked instead, and he thought what game she was trying to play.
"I stay at GRA, why?" He asked as he swerved the steering wheel and Saima smiled mischievously at herself.
"Take me there then, my boyfriend lives there too."
Hafiz turned to her with a look only he knew what it meant and she smiled cheekily at him. "Stop giving me that look! Take me to shehuri, I promise, I'm a good girl." He laughed along with her but in his heart, he knew she had just said something that would give him sleepless nights countless times and he would have little to nothing to do about it.
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Maryam walked to the bed as she tried to pack her hair into a bun but it was proving to be a difficult task for her. "Come here, I can help. I guess we should go back to the saloon, don't you think?" She immediately nodded her head at him before she sat beside him, her back to him while she handed him the ribbon she was given to by Saima.
"Saima gave me that ribbon, it's so soft that I barely know I have something on my hair." He mumbled something incoherent and she didn't care to ask him what it was and when he was done taking care of her hair, Maryam turned to look at him. "I thought they were going to discharge you today? I'm so tired of staying in this hospital. Didn't you say you feel alright?" She eyed him and Na'im felt like a child under the scrutinizing gaze of his mother.
He smiled at her before he nodded his head once again, "I feel alright, Hoor, why don't you like to stay in the hospital? Do you have something else to do at home?"
She thought for a moment before she nodded her head innocently at him. "Yes, they should let us leave. If not because it's dark already, I would've gone and called one of those doctors."
He chuckled, because whenever she spoke and couldn't meet his gaze, he knew there was something she was trying so hard to hide from him. "What is it you want to do, it hasn't occurred to me that you'd need to do something at the palace, Mairo."
"You don't have to know what it is," she sightly rolled her eyes at him and stood up to go to her side of the bed when Na'im pulled her and she sat on his laps.
"I want to know what it is. And if you really want me to ask them to discharge me, then you have to tell me what it is. So I can know whether it's urgent enough or not." She stared at him for a moment, debating whether to not to tell him what she was thinking. And then she thought, why not? He was her husband and after the times she had spent with Saima, she was getting more and more confident with herself as a lady.
She sighed before she began to confess, "I've missed you," she said with a whiny tone and stared directly into his eyes. Na'im bit his chuckle, he had never known that staying far away from her on the bed would make her say she missed him. It wasn't like he was doing that intentionally, rather; he was doing that to save himself the embarrassment of being swarmed with so much desire and a doctor walking in on them.
"But you're here with me, how will you miss me?" He asked innocently and she rolled her eyes once again.
"You don't touch me anymore! I want your kisses and your hugs." She said stubbornly and Na'im seemed to be taken aback by her truthfulness.
He pulled her closer to his body and hugged her warmly, "I'm hugging you now, isn't that enough?" She shook her head, the pout still visible on her lips.
"I want a kiss!" She whined and no matter how he was trying to keep up the solemn look on his face, he chuckled and smiled lazily at her.
"But I can't kiss you, Mairam," she shot him a look that was inquisitive. "Because if I do, we'd have to do that again and you said I have to promise you that I won't do it again."
She rolled her eyes at him and flashed him her best puppy eyes, "Come on, Noory, I just want a kiss. We don't have to do that, please?"
He shook his head stubbornly. Feeling how his body was already reacting to her voice, the lushness of her body against his and how amazingly desirable she looked tonight. "I can't kiss you, Mairam."
In a whiny way, Maryam moved over his laps. She looked at him shyly, from beneath lowered lashes and gave him a cajoling smile, "Just one teeny, weeny little kiss?"
He sighed, because he knew so long as she kept looking at him that way and using the voice she did just now, he would do everything she wanted, not to say that his body was craving for what she had asked. "You asked for it, Hoor. I won't be responsible for what we will end up doing tonight."
"Yes!" She squealed and her arms were already around his neck before he made the the next move. And Na'im stared lovingly into her eyes before slowly, he coalesced their lips together and she gave a moan of satisfaction. Oh, how much he had missed her innocent yet sensual kisses.
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Captain Bolori, or maybe, the correct name should have been Yarima Sadeeq, sat upright with the help of the man that Umma got for him. His phone that kept shrilling by his bedside annoyed him because it was the ringing tone that woke him up from his slumber, but when Sadeeq stared at it and saw that it was Big Boss, he knew he had to take that call.
His hands were moving when he did, and he placed it calmly over his left ear. "Big Boss," he said and waited for the outburst that had always came since when he had stopped supplying him with the girls he had wanted.
The thunder came as he threatened him endlessly and all Sadeeq had to do was apologize and he couldn't even tell him the situation he was in. It was a contract they had signed and he had so far collected thousands of dollars from big boss, how was he ever going to repay them back by himself? Unless with the help of Alan Gubro, which he knew he would never get.
He felt as his heart tightened with the hatred he had for Na'im and he was still thinking of the best way to avenge on him. Even though he was still being taken care of in the hospital and there were soldiers and royal guards in front of his room that will prevent him from running away even if he wanted to, Sadeeq knew he had to find a way to avenge and to make sure Alan Gubro didn't make Asta and her mother disappeared.
"Don't blame me if I decide to take something precious away from you, Captain. I'll give you just two weeks to make sure you send those girls we've spoken about or else, you should know what I'm capable of doing." He ended the call, but Sadeeq knew so well to disregard what Big Boss had said as just normal bluffing. He knew he would do whatever he had in mind and would take his revenge if he wanted to.
He just wished what he meant by something precious, he meant his family. It could be anyone among his family and so long as he wasn't going to touch his mother, he would be fine. And hopefully, Sadeeq thought, it would be best if he had his eyes set on Na'im and he killed him, easing him the grievous thought of how to take care of Na'im himself.