Salam alikum guys! Well I have REALLY good news. I finally found my FARIS after 3 years of searching. Check out the video I shared. He is exactly like the Faris I imagine. Follow Queens_realm to see more of his pictures and find out who he is.

Let me know what you guys think of him?

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~*For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one~* Khalil Gibran



Raghad clenched her hand then bit her lip as her own blood seeped through her fingers and mingled with the blood of the snake. She felt bile rose in her parched throat as the rusty smell of scarlet water reached her senses. Her gaze followed Faris as he bent low and smashed two stones together to generate sparks and within few more tries a warm glow began to surround him. She shook her head against the pain and made her way to her spouse. Raghad yearned for this hapless journey to come to an end. Since its inception, she has encountered unwanted situations and she was drowsy.

"Sit." The man ordered and she hoisted her brow but followed his command not at all rapt in another encounter. Raghad crossed her feet then placed her right hand in her lap and concealed it with her left hand and outspread her shawl over her hands. A fellow member of the wind whimpered as it witnessed her torture. It tiptoed up to the bride and caressed her cheeks twirling her shawl. "Hand me the sack." He spoke again this time those pitch-black eyes scrutinizing her movements in amusement.

Raghad sucked in a breath. How was she to work when her hand wailed in absolute anguish? She grit her teeth unwilling to disclose her infirmity to her foe and gradually moved her left hand to grab the pouch and hand it to him, aware how those inky eyes stared at her.

Faris took the pouch from her hand and then simpered. "You are a very foolish girl." He taunted opening the pouch and took out dates for both of them.

"Pardon me?"

The man looked up then shifted his gaze to her hands in her lap. Raghad knew what he indicated. With a sigh, she uncurtained her left hand from her shawl and brought it in front of her in between them.

He shook his head at her, his hair that fell on his broad shoulders brushed against his kandora. "The other hand, bint-ash-sheikh."

Raghad looked away not willing to reveal her wounds to this man. She gritted her teeth then slowly, but heedfully, revealed her wounded hand. A gasp escaped her lips at the sight of her palm. She stared at the piece of a sharp wood that stuck in her palm permitting blood to ooze from the gash.

Her heart commenced rattling like dry bushes as she moved her quivering hand to the knight. She eyed the gore and dirt which decorated her palm just half an inch away from the wound. Another gasp hissed past her clenched teeth as the man took hold of her hand. His hand was much larger than hers, much rougher. She watched in awe as he surveyed her gash not paying attention to the blood that coated his skin. Raghad bit the inside of her cheek when his thumb brushed the back of her wounded hand not knowing what to commit, where to hide.

"The wound is more unpleasant than I pondered. You must have had a grave level of rage in you to have caused such a wound." Faris shook his head again. He rotated his upper body then grabbed the water bag. The man uncapped the bag meanwhile her hand in his, soaking in her crimson blood.

Raghad's lip wobbled as he brought the bag close to her palm. Ya Allah! She clapped her teeth on her bottom lip as her spouse started to pour water on her hand. Fire, a lethal flame screeched from her cut as cool water touched it. Raghad thrust her left hand in the sand, curled her fingers and sat straighter to prevent herself from screaming. Her eyes watered but she blinked them away adamant on not showing her frailty.

Faris lifted his gaze to her and watched as the woman blinked away her tears rather furiously. Something within his chest glided over the veins of his heart. He dropped his gaze on the wound, grabbed the end of her shawl and began to wipe the dry blood, frowning as the woman in front of him winced in agony.

Raghad rocked her form back and forth aware that her resolute would crumble within few moments. In the trance of her own dismay, she did not discern the hand that twitched every time she whimpered. The hands which were notorious to have slaughtered countless men, yet when her bloody and wounded hand was placed in them they were immensely gentle, so tender that even the wind giggled.

She watched terrified to the core as Faris pulled out a small dagger from his vest, he pressed the tool to the broken piece of the wood and halted. He lifted his head, his gloomy eyes taking in her wide ones. Faris al Fursan stayed there in the position for a while then looked over her shoulder. He knew what he was about to commit would bring drastic pain to this imprudent woman.

"Badr," his voice was low like he was still thinking what to verbalize. "He is the only man I have always desired to battle."

Raghad frowned at his words. "I do not think that notion is hidden from anyone. The whole desert is well aware of that fact."

Faris nodded. "Indeed they are. I believe that someday," he pressed the knife to the splinter of the wood, "I will fight him and I will," just as he was about to finish his sentence Faris pulled the broken piece from her palm in a swift move. "Kill him." Raghad gasped at his words and at the pain that shot like an electric bolt in her hand.

Her eyebrows creased at his words, he yet once again, threatened to terminate Badr. Right, when they started to think that maybe, just maybe this man would help her shield her dearest sibling her hopes demolished. If this man did prove Badr guiltless he, however, had other intentions, ploys which involved him fight Badr and... kill him.

Her pain was forgotten as she looked at him in utter incredulity. Rage built in her form like a tornado, with a clench of her jaw Raghad endeavored to pull her hand from him. However, failed. Faris tightened his grip on her palm in a way that it did not hurt her, nor did it provide her an opportunity to break free.

"Let go." She hissed.

Faris did not move, he did not blink. For a few prolong seconds he just peered at her. "The bleeding will stop once we envelop it."

"I do not need your help."

"Is that so, Sheikha?"

"Why are you even doing this? You plan to eliminate Badr. Then why on earth would you voyage to my tribe?" The words spoken rammed needles in her beating heart.

Faris shook his head almost as if knackered from her unending inquiries. Without another word, he lifted his hand to a level so that the bloody splinter sticking against the dagger now occupied the space between them.

Muddled she trailed her eyes to the wood and grimaced. He took it out, but when? His words came crashing back and here she comprehended his ruse. Instantly, her cheeks colored and she looked down. The man provoked her with his harsh words only to divert her stream of thoughts from her hand. Raghad was aware that Faris knew there would be no better way to do so than mention Badr and his life. He had incensed her on purpose.

"This is the reason why you have always fallen under my mercy, bint-al-halal. You do not ponder on matters. You act impulsively and locate yourself in perilous situations." Faris chided as he grabbed his own headdress, the headdress is known to be the pride of Arab men and commenced to swathe it on her hand.

"What on earth are you doing? This is your headdress." Raghad protested, bewildered.

"Then you wish for me to encase your wound with a piece of your shawl?" He encountered as he tied the ends of his headdress in a knot.

"Wallahi ya Borkan, there is no need for this." Her words were disregarded as Faris turned to grab his pouch again. "Eat this," He placed dates in front of her, the dagger and the piece of wood gone from his hands. "We do not want your knight to think that we have wounded and starved you."

With a sigh, Raghad looked away not knowing what to utter. The man committed what he desired there was no stopping him and she would be a halfwit to do so. Her narrowed eyes took in the headdress on her hand and she recalled the time when he had guarded her against the wolf. Raghad bit her lip when she remembered his red headdress she had thrown in her chest back in her tribe, away from her sight.

A murmur ignited among the wind. The stars up ahead gaped at the groom as he rinsed blood away with water. Crickets ceased their chirping as they knew the knight of knights had unconsciously, unintentionally unbolted a rusty door of that dark heart. The leader of the wind grinned as fellow members of the wind circled around the groom and his bride in a hushed manner. They were joyous to the extent that even trees stopped and peered flabbergasted.

Raghad could not breathe, the blood in her veins was darting at an alarming speed. Sweat beaded her forehead and neck, she reached to lose her scarf around her head and throat. Suddenly, the bride stopped when a guttural voice reached her ears. "Do not unveil." Puzzled she hoisted her head to look at Faris. Why would he prevent her? They were indeed enclosed with nothing but desert and Raghad was only loosening her shawl not unveiling.

"I cannot breathe knight!" She replied irked.

"You have been breathing all along." He snapped.

Raghad glared at him then defied his orders as she met his gaze and loosened her scarf so that the skin of her throat became visible. Faris smirked and leaned forward. "You still lack manners and courtesy," he growled, his eyes blazing with an unfathomable fury. "If you do not conceal your throat this instant, wallahi, ya Sheikha. I will slaughter the man shadowing us and shall gift his corpse to your Badr." He snarled.

"What?"

Faris ran his hand over his face clearly vexed. "The mighty Rashideen has men trailing me. One of his men has been following us ever since we departed. Right this moment he is concealed behind that enormous rock." The brute placed his hand on his sword, terrorizing Raghad.

Badr. Ya Allah!



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Well today I thought I should share some of the stuff that I like with my readers. First of all I am a huge, HUGE Kpop fan. I have been a crazy fan since 2011. I watch Korean dramas, songs, movies. My fav group currently is non other than the famous BANGTAN BOYS!

My all time fav drama is "Descendants of the sun". Fav movies, hands down, "Man from nowhere"

So what about you guys?