Page 47 of Dirty Wild Sultan

“Let your Sultan watch.”

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Zain

The atmosphere was tense, like the day before when I entered Zara’s room after my dinner with Nasrin. She had told me to be good and behave. I wasn’t expecting my sister smiling and talking with Khalid. Her hair was shorter than before, that suited her almost too well.

She was going to break so many hearts. I already pitied them.

After complimenting her on her new hairstyle, I asked her if she was okay. We talked about what had happened that caused all of us to be mad at each other. We both listened to her, soothing her in a calm voice when she told us about the heartbreak, some boy ghosting her.

Khalid and I shared a relieved look when she told us how angry she was at him. We knew if it had been more than that, we would have to take action. After she calmed down, I asked her what she wanted to do next. She was excellent in all her academic subjects, but we knew none of them made her want to pursue it in the future.

“I want to travel the world,” she answered, her hazel eyes sparkling.

“Okay, we can help you with the—”

“All on my own.”

“What?” Khalid and I said in unison. The thought of her wandering around the globe all alone made me shudder.

“Yes. I want to travel the world on my own. I want to explore unknown places, eat new cuisines, meet new people, learn new cultures and do all of that with my own money.”

I shared a look with Khalid, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing as Zara talked about travelling the world with a dimpled smile.

Our sister was growing up.

* * *

“Who is she talking to?”I asked, shooting daggers at the pubescent boy, who was smiling at my wife with hearts in his eyes.

Zayed chuckled beside me, “Don’t tell me you are jealous of him, Zain.”

“What if I am?” I grumbled, crossing my arms.

Nasrin laughed at something he said, her hand brushing over the muzzle of the horse. It had been over a week since we kissed in the desert and since then, we had been sharing a lot of kisses and cuddles while we talked about our days with each other. We hadn’t explored anything other than giving and receiving oral. Just like that morning, how she had come apart on my tongue, my name rolling off of her tongue in sweet harmony.

Nasrin wanted to see Zayed’s stable and spend the day in the veterinarian clinic. But that didn’t mean she could show off her pretty smile like that and make me jealous—

“You are such a fool, Zain,” Zayed snickered.

“I am not a fool.”

“You are a lovely fool. Instead of glaring at the poor boy, just greet your wife. It’s not that hard.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

I stormed away, not liking the new feeling that had been churning in my heart whenever I see Nasrin. I know she is beautiful and wants the best for her city and to save animals, but that didn’t mean she could do as she pleased and steal my heart too.

“I have a confession to make,” I told my grandmother, who was oiling Zara’s short hair and laughing with her.

Both the women looked at me with raised eyebrows.

I blurted, my cheeks red, “I think I might like Nasrin.”

“About time,” my grandma said while my sister laughed at me.

“Of course you do, Brother. She is your wife after all.”

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