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~*~* A Deserted heart has no choice but to depart ~ Yasser Hareb~*~*

Those doe-like eyes were wide in utter terror and perplexity, making them appear even larger. Faris peered at her, muddled. Only a raise of sun illuminated her heavenly face, he could not help but agree that she was indeed beautiful! That mere thought inflamed him and plastered a deep scowl on his handsome face.

"What on earth are you doing here, bint ash Sheikh?" he demanded in a guttural voice.

The hawk-like eyes took in how she recoiled and the sudden gasp that escaped her lips. It flabbergasted the heartless prince when she instantaneously glowered back at him without an ounce of agitation. "Can't I have a day to my pitiable self before I am shipped to survive with a brute?" his eyes turned dark at this and a glint of panic ascended in her eyes.

"You foolish woman," he hissed, "My presence was demanded by Badr so that the Borkan will not ponder you have decamped to greet another war. I am certain you did not think of the ramifications." Faris berated, with his fist clenched in order to tame the roaring rage.

Raghad dropped her gaze with a deep frown between her eyebrows. Undoubtedly, she did not ponder on the consequences of her groundless actions. Promptly, she propelled her rage upwards, Sheikh Faisal gave her away to this fiend and she did not desire to distress her mind if Borkans believed she fled. Raghad looked up and endeavoured to raise to her feet.

Faris observed with amazement undisguised on his face when she pushed her quivering palms on the rocks and attempted to stand up, however collapsed instantly. The incautious woman was wounded and that burdened the obstacles.

"They are my family I am very well aware of that fact, knight," she rasped, "I have no premeditation to generate another blood bath, my tribe has suffered enough," by the time she finished her bottom lip trembled.

Faris inhaled, the woman did not plan on escaping after all but her actions were impetuous, the wolf could have terminated her if he was not present at the right time, "Sabarni ya Rab," he murmured, turned his body to right, brought his fingers to his lips then blew a loud whistle.

In a trice Tufan cantered up to him, "Mount," he ordered, his back to her. Faris could not touch her, indeed he desired to aid the naive woman but they were not married yet.

Raghad bit her lip hard and rose to her shaky feet, it was exceedingly hard to stay standing. Her knees wobbled from the agony that wailed in them which unbolted the chains of the tears. Gradually she reached to touch the beast in order to support herself.

Faris knew Tufan did not fancy female touch so he was prepared, if Tufan misbehaved he would react. The petrified woman trailed her lean fingers on the beast, leaving a trail of blood on the shiny mane. The horse grunted and Raghad watched horrified as the tall man, grabbed the reins and urged the horse to sit.

"Mount quickly Tufan does not prefer sitting," the man vocalized irked.

Her eyes widened, "I shall not ride with you," Raghad yelled.

Faris shot her a deadly glare which sent bitter shivers down the length of her spine. She was certain her demise was written by the hand of that wolf, but when this stranger materialized. Raghad desired for earth to split open and swallow her so that she could curtain her crumbling fortitude from this imp. Seeing her enemy, the man who was to be annihilated on sight months ago, the reason of her despair and misery here, she believed he would undoubtedly eliminate her.

Raghad could see the wrath that dangled from a thin yarn, however she knew it was not targeted towards her. She did not wish to look in the eyes of the handsome man, the man she despised with every fiber in her wretched being. Oh, how she desired to yell at him, how she wanted the beast of a man away from her sight. This man had given her nothing but utter pain and his presence flourished those feelings further in her disconsolated heart.

In this half moon that sailed by Raghad learned great amount of knowledge about Faris. Women from her tribe unveiled that he was the most vicious, ruthless knight in decades. No man ever had the audacity to raise their voice in front of the beast. The phenomenal skills with sword were said to be descended from his great grand father, the legendary and glorious, Sheikh Abbas. The blade of his long sword was a part of the tall, broad body, as if his shadow, the shadow that always travel with him.

Raghad stole a quick glance at him when she mounted the horse, indeed he was taller than any man she had ever encountered, and that mere thought terrified her. She eyed his opulent, dark robe that touched his ankles. His dark hair that fell gracefully on his shoulder, hidden with his white head-dress.

"Do not fret bint al halal I shall not ride with you," he pronounced when Raghad settled on top of Tufan.

Slowly Faris goaded his horse to stand up, Raghad instantly grabbed a handful of it's long glossy mane, she grimaced at her blood that stained the hair. Even when the horse rose Faris stood taller, those eyes, his form unwavering, she gulped and prayed to return home safely. The sky had transformed into a magnificent shade of purple and black with innumerable stars that greeted night with blessed smiles. The moon, who was so breathtakingly beautiful gleamed like a bride, encased in the veil of her beauty. She shyly looked down at the world as the stars grinned further at she approach.

Raghad trembled with apprehension that rushed like a wild wind and twirled threateningly inside of her. The man who held the reins of the horse trudged silently ahead of her. He did not utter a word, merely descended the hill and down the path that led to her tribe. His long, thick hair swayed with the wind as he took large strides, his gigantic figure was indeed a threat to her. Tomorrow was the hapless day of their nikah, that thought brought tears in her eyes and so a traitor sob met air. She bowed her head and silently shed tears.

Faris looked over his shoulder to see his woman weep. He did not feel anything, no wrath, no remorse, nothing. He merely stared at the beauty who shed diamonds from her eyes. He scowled and looked ahead of him, if it were not for her imprudent choices, non of this would have occurred.

'Let her come to my tribe and by Allah this woman will not dare commit another incautious act,' he thought his glare fixed on the plain desert land.

They traveled in silence, Raghad ceased weeping when a severe throb drummed in her brain. Her heart implored and screamed to flee from the grasp of that man, to hide. However, she was exhausted, immensely exhausted. Her leg was bleeding and they had still not aided it. She murmured a prayer which caught Faris's attention. He halted, rotated around his gaze trailed down to her ankle. Crimson blood had stained her blue salwar and dripped down her foot.

"Must you not mention that gush to me earlier?" he interrogated harshly, then strode towards her.

Raghad was drowsy she whimpered and shrank away from him. Faris sighed furiously, he took off his head-dress that was wrapped around his head and neck and draped it on Tufan's nape. "Take it, enfold it on the wound tightly. I must walk faster now, so that I reach your beloved tribe before you die."

Raghad watched through the fierce waves of vertiginous and did not posses the strength to squabble. She wrapped her pale fingers on his wool head-dress, then enfolded it around her wound with all the vigour she could summon. The mulish strand of her hair escaped her shawl as she bent, when he saw that strand bite her eye Faris scowled and twirled around, then began walking.

After a while the Rashideen tribe came in the range of vision and the knight stopped. He could not simply trod in the tribe and claim to find the princess. He cannot call for Badr either, he was surely a man to be shadowed by his knights especially if Faris summoned for him. As for Tufan, he could permit the horse take her but Tufan is widely known to be his beast. Al Rashideens will recognize the horse on sight. Which he was certain will arise dubiety or unbidden rumors for this unintelligent woman.

Tufan, yes indeed!

Faris let go of the rein and crouched to his knees, snatch his leather water flask that hung from his left side. Raghad eyed him and the leather flask with outright curiosity. She was parched, her throat tingled and exhaustion weighed on her. What on earth is this man doing? She thought as Faris commenced to dig a small hole, dribbled water on the soil and kneaded the mud. Then he drenched his long, lean fingers in mud, stood up, towering over both the horse and his unwanted and intolerable bride. Faris smeared Tufan's head, once again he bent down drenched his hands then traced his fingers on Tufan's glossy mane.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork. This way people will not recognize Tufan, he can accompany them to the boundaries of the tribe, observe until the girl dismounts and then he will whistle for his horse to follow his voice. When Faris looked down away from the horse at the woman, who gaped at the horse with revulsion and contrition. Faris pursed his lips voiced his ingenious thoughts.

"As soon as people catch sight of you, dismount. I will call for Tufan and he will follow. I shall not grant you much time for the tribe to catch a whiff of Tufan's individuality," he then proceeded with his journey leaving Raghad with a trepiditious heart.

Few prolong moments slithered over the sand, Faris let go of the reins, stepped back, "Hold tight ya Sheikha," he taunted then whacked Tufan on the hip.

The horse yelped and sprinted towards the tribe. Faris grinned like a devil when he heard Raghad shriek. Just like a specter he glided in the tribe and kept his distance from the tribesmen. Instantly people approached the mysterious horse and gathered around. Women dashed up to their Sheikh's beloved daughter. Badr materialized and aided his sister dismount the flighty horse. Everyone was preoccupied with the princess and before Badr could over come the shock of his sisters's unforeseen return, Faris whistled and Tufan followed his voice as if possessed by a vigorous spell.

The prince backed away in the shadows and waited for his loyal horse to come to him. The mud was dry and had began to fall from Tufan's mane when he approached his master. Faris patted the horse then searched around for water, mercifully he stood near one of the old wells. Promptly, Faris dropped the bucket and pulled it back once the bucket got heavy.

He cleansed off the mud from Tufan's mane with his large hands, when finished he mounted the beautiful beast, feeling rather uncomfortable that moments ago a woman sat on his horse. Faris thrust that thought away and gently hit his foot on Tufan's belly. The horse cantered towards where Raghad had gathered a crowd, he halted a few good feet away from the crowd and caught sight of Sheikh Faisal, Faris frowned.

"As-salamu alaykum Sheikh," greeted a familiar voice from behind him. He looked over his shoulder his dark eyebrows creased.

"Wa-Alaikum-Salaam ya Khalid. To what do I owe this pleasure?" He inquired in a low voice once Tufan rotated around to face Khalid.

"I have been contemplating for a while now as to where you have been, prince?" Khalid investigated and stopped a feet away from Tufan, the beast glared at him as though he could sense the threat targeted towards his master.

Faris's forbidding eyes narrowed and shone savagely under the moon, "You and your brother are well aware of my well being, Khalid. I trust it is wise to curtain the matter as it is," he lowered his head a little so they were on eye level, "Otherwise the 'girl' will face unsympathetic inquiries," he hissed at Khalid who glared back ready to pounce and slaughter him right away.

"Then I shall thank you for your help, ya Faris," Badr's voice sounded followed by his form that stopped two feet behind Khalid.

Faris sat straight and looked at Badr for a while, then gave a nod shot a lethal glare at Khalid and rode away from the tribe with yet another hurricane of rage tormenting him.

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Bint al Halal= Daughter of the good one.

Sabarni ya Rab = Bestow me patience Oh Lord.

Sheikha= Princess in Arabic.

Bint ash Sheikh= Daughter of Sheikh.