Page 63 of Dirty Wild Sultan

“I am okay, Nasrin.” Zain coughed.

“What are you doing?” Sadiq snarled, standing across me, ready to hold my hand and take me away from him but I smacked it away, glaring at him.

“Touch me again and I won’t be held accountable for my actions,” I threatened him. I heard Zain whisper, “so hot,” as he wiped blood from his face, wincing.

“As the Sultana of Azmia and the Princess of Maahnoor, I order you to stand down. Zain Al Latif is my husband, and if you harm him, you are harming your own princess. If you do not want to be executed, leave.”

Silence surrounded us, and even Sadiq looked nervous to say anything. When no one moved, I yelled, “Right now!”

They all scrambled back, whispering to each other when Sadiq stayed. Elena, the guard who had saved my life from the poisonous food, helped me hold Zain up. Even her hair was matted with blood and dirt, her suit jacket was missing and her white shirt looked crumpled with rips.

“You touch him, and I will stab you,” I warned my older brother. “Multiple times.”

“And here I thought blood is thicker than water,” Imran drawled as he eyed Zain and me.

“I care about you, but I also care about my husband. Don’t make me choose between the two, and help me clean him up.”

They both grumbled but helped Zain into the palace, Elena trailing beside me as Zain whined about not needing any help. I chuckled when Imran smacked his arm where Zain was hurt and watched him hold back a whimper.

“Thank you for helping me and Zain. It means a lot to me,” I said to her. The guards who were fighting before helped my husband and the guards of Azmia, apologizing for their anger.

“No need to thank me, Nasrin. He is my friend and so are you.” She grinned. “Plus, I love using my guns and knives. Helps me feel stable.”

I chuckled awkwardly.

“So what now?” she asked, pointing at the stairs of the Court Room where Zain was pouting. Sadiq and Imran were teasing him by the grin on their faces and applying childishBarbieandHannah Montanastickers on his boo-boos. Their words, not mine.

Men.

“We will have to leave for Azmia as soon as he is better and wait for what the council has to say.”

“I didn’t mean about that, Sultana. I meant about you two. I mean, you two were pretty cute on the balcony.”

I blushed thinking about it. “I will go back with him, but it will take me some time to get used to my feelings for him.”

Elena nodded. “Of course. It took me a lot of time to accept my hate for someone.”

“Who?” I asked.

She chuckled darkly, “Let’s pray I don’t see his pretty face again.” She pushed me towards Zain. “Go save him from your brothers. He looks like he needs your help.”

He did, pouting at me and begging me with pleading eyes.

29

Zain

“God, I am so tired,” Nasrin whined, stretching her limbs in the rumpled sheets of the bed.

I smiled proudly, pouring a glass of water for her. “Feeling better, wife?” I purred, trailing my hand towards her naked breast before she smacked it away.

“No. You have a stamina of a horse. Give me a breather, Zain.” She winced when she sat up, looking down at her lap that was covered in thin sheets. “We have been locked inside this room for three days.”

“And it’s still not enough for me,” I said, handing her the glass.

“Insatiable.”

As soon as we returned to Azmia, we had a small celebratory dinner with our family where we went through the tale of my wife saving my ass. Everyone was happy except the council, but I could deal with them later. I was glad that even her brothers had accepted me as their own.

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