Kidnapped by the Arab

Later, the doctor returned with the results. Before entering to see Aisha, he spoke with Ahmed.

“I’m sorry, sir. The pregnancy test came back negative. The lady has a severe case of anemia.”

Ahmed felt disappointed. He truly desired to have a child with her. Additionally, he was concerned about the doctor’s diagnosis.

The doctor entered the room with Amira to inform Aisha of the diagnosis and prescribe medication. Ahmed was about to enter the room, but Raccha stopped him.

“Sir, I know I owe loyalty to my lady, but above all, my complete loyalty is to you. Lady Aisha noticed that you replaced her birth control pills with placebos. She realized that the taste was different and bought the regular pills. It seems she still doesn’t want to get pregnant.”

Ahmed clenched his fists in anger and disappointment. He was beginning to believe that Aisha didn’t truly love him.

He entered the room, and the doctor informed Aisha of her diagnosis and prescribed medication. After the doctor and Amira left the room, Aisha asked him to stay for a moment.

“Stay with me,” she requested, extending her hand.

“I’m sorry. I have urgent matters to attend to,” he replied coldly, turned around, and left the room without even looking at her.

Aisha was puzzled by his behavior. She thought it might be the stress that was wearing him down.

That night, Ahmed didn’t sleep by her side. Aisha called him several times, but he didn’t answer. He felt betrayed and decided to sleep in another room. Each time she called, he observed the phone ring while he held it. In response to Aisha’s insistence, he eventually decided to turn off his phone.

Aisha didn’t understand what was happening. If only he had told her what was bothering him, but he chose to withdraw and remain silent.

In the morning, the Sheikh entered the room. Aisha was awake but still lying in bed. Ahmed didn’t speak and passed by her, going into the bathroom. When he came out, he was dressed in his Kandora, smelling of citrus and wood after showering.

“Are you not going to talk to me? Do you prefer to behave like a sulking child instead of having the courage to speak up about what’s bothering you?” Aisha said.

“Want to talk? Then let’s talk. My mother is pressuring me at the council to have an heir. If you’re not willing to give me a child, the law allows me to marry without your consent. Besides, I’m tired of giving and not receiving in this relationship. If I’m forced to find another wife, I won’t be able to be with you all the time. I’ll have to divide my time equally, as the law requires.”

“If you need another wife, go ahead. You’re free to decide, but know that at that moment, I’m leaving,” Aisha replied.

“No, you’re wrong, my love. You’re not leaving me now or ever. Have you understood that? Or do you prefer me to explain it with drawings?”

“I am not your possession, Ahmed Khan Assad. I can decide where I want to be on my own,” Aisha said. Ahmed firmly grasped her chin and brought his lips close to hers.

“I’ve owned you since the day you decided to marry me. In fact, you belong to me since that night in Los Angeles,” he said before kissing her passionately. Aisha bit his lip with force, and he released her, horrified by what he had almost done. Aisha, with her eyes closed, trembled, waiting for the blow. She felt when he withdrew his arm, and then she heard the door slam as he left.

Aisha collapsed on the bed. What had just happened? That wasn’t her Ahmed.

She packed a small bag with only the essentials, called a taxi, and headed to the airport. She would take the first flight out, no matter where it was going.

She bought a ticket and boarded a flight to Spain, from where she would fly to the United States. She nervously looked out the window; the plane didn’t take off. About to ask the flight attendant what was happening, several men stormed onto the plane.

They went straight to her, and she understood what was going on.

“Our Sheikh has asked you to return voluntarily. If not, we are authorized to make you,” one of the men said.

The curious passengers observed her; she wasn’t wearing a veil, only a cap and sunglasses. One of the passengers found it interesting and tried to record the scene on his phone. One of Ahmed’s guards took the phone and destroyed it immediately. The tourist decided to remain silent, intimidated by the guard’s warning look.

“This way, ma’am, please come with us. Let’s not delay the departure of this plane any longer.”

With tears in her eyes, hidden behind her sunglasses, Aisha got off the plane.

“Don’t worry about your belongings; they will be sent to the palace,” the guards assured her.

The luxurious black SUV was followed by others. Aisha wondered if it was truly necessary to send so many men for her.

Ahmed waited anxiously; he was on the verge of collapse. When he saw her arrive, he walked toward her, and the guards disappeared at that moment.

“Where do you think you were going?”

“I will look for a lawyer. I want a divorce.”

“Divorce? Haha, it seems you don’t understand. You belong to me, and you will never get away from me. I love you too much to allow it.”

“Who are you? I don’t recognize you. Where is my Ahmed?” Aisha said as she cried inconsolably.

Ahmed approached her and tenderly hugged her. She stayed there for a moment, leaning on his chest, but then she remembered that to him, she was nothing more than an object that belonged to him, so she pushed him away.

“Could you do me a favor?”

“Whatever you want,” he replied with a smile.

“Don’t come near me again. Never touch me again,” she said, turning around and walking decisively to her room, leaving him there with a bewildered expression.

Ahmed walked slowly, locked himself in his office, took out a hidden bottle of whiskey, and drank straight from it. To hell with the prohibition of alcohol for Emiratis.

At what point had they reached this stage? Everything had been wonderful between them just a few days ago. Aisha thought the same. Both believed that the stress they were under was the cause.

She didn’t see the Sheikh throughout the following week. She didn’t leave her room all that time, and he had ordered that enough food be brought to her to combat her severe anemia.

She returned the trays almost untouched, and at this point, he was even more desperate. He had forbidden Raccha and her sister from visiting her, wanting her to reflect on her behavior alone. He was dying to enter that room and hold her, but she would know that he had the measure of her. He would do anything for her, but she didn’t know that.

Ahmed talked to Cambell, and the blonde decided to travel there to support his friend. Ahmed appreciated his support and decided to take Thara and her child. He hoped that holding her friend’s baby in her arms might awaken maternal instincts in her.

The next night, Aisha heard a knock on her door. She didn’t want to open it, thinking it might be the Arab.

They knocked again, this time more insistently. Suddenly, she heard a baby crying. Intrigued, she quickly opened the door.

“Friend!” she exclaimed upon seeing Thara standing in front of her door with her baby in her arms. The little one was beautiful, with an angelic face and a lovely smile engraved on it.

Thara was worried when she saw her; she looked thinner, and dark circles were noticeable under her eyes.

She hugged her tightly, and Aisha couldn’t contain herself, crying inconsolably.

“Hey, friend, what’s wrong?” Thara asked.

“Nothing, friend. I’m just happy to see you.”

“I don’t believe you. So tell me.”

Aisha told her everything that had happened during those days. Thara couldn’t believe it. Had the sweet and tender Ahmed done all that?

Later, in her room, Thara spoke with Cambell.

“Aisha is on the verge of collapse. She’s very weak. I’m concerned about her health. I would like you to talk to Ahmed and persuade him to spend a weekend with us. It can be nearby. It might help her recover a bit.”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“I’ll talk to him, but I can’t guarantee he’ll accept.”

“Thank you, love,” the brunette said, approaching him and giving him a kiss. Things were going wonderfully between them, and they got along perfectly.

The next day, Cambell and Ahmed had breakfast together, while Thara had breakfast with Aisha, who still seemed confined to her room.

“Friend, Thara tells me that she sees you looking worse. If you continue like this, you could get seriously ill,” Cambell said.

“She refuses to eat.”

“Allow her to spend a weekend with us. Perhaps in a cabin nearby. The company of Thara might help her recover,” Cambell suggested. Ahmed remained silent for a while and then, after thinking it over carefully, spoke.

“I agree. I’m truly grateful. But several guards will go with you. I don’t want her to try to escape again.”