Empress Dosha

Chapter 38

TaqabbalallAllahu minna wa minkum
Eid Mubarak to my lovely brothers and sisters.
May Allah bless you all, grant your heart desires and accept your fast, ibadah and du'as. Aameen.

It felt like yesterday when I said I was going for a break, alhamdulillah for life.

An update! This chapter is long. I don't know why but I just kept typing and typing and typing. I had to erase many things. I hope you like this one.

'Whispering' 😶‍🌫️ This chapter contains some 'scenes' 🤫
If you know what I mean.
Not rated stuff o 🙃🙃

Enjoy!!
~~~~~~~~~~

"This is the weirdest dream ever." Dosha mumbled stifling a laugh, careful not to wake who was sleeping close to her.

How could she have beat him up? Well, to think of it, it's still a dream. She could recall it as it replayed vividly in her head. She and Rashid engaging in a physical combat, she beat him to the sand, even though the fight wasn't that serious. He crawled away in a bid to flee but the environment changed. He was speaking to her but his words were gibberish and she understood it, but couldn't recall in reality. To top it all, she was taller than him in the dream.

What got her more was the combat they had. What could have led to that? It was funny though. Ali, his 'sworn enemy' was cheering her on. She shook it off as it was still a dream.

She looked back at his sleeping face and position with her. A hand of his thrown over her waist and a heavy leg on her's; so heavy. With much struggle, she wiggled her leg out of the weight. He was in a lower position as his face was just above her bust, his breathings going down her chest.

She couldn't remember sleeping this way, she could recall dozing off as he helped arranged the papers scattered on the bed. Maybe he corrected it. She felt like she was cradling a baby.

She gazed onto his face adoringly, her fingers roaming across his face to his curls. This man has every right in him to be handsome, from his thick brows to his lashes. It was sort of impossible for her to think straight in this compromising manner with him. It's like a possession. Whenever she wanted a serious talk, she totally avoids it. And he was kind enough to understand. Sometimes, he uses it against her, he'll cut her off by saying he understands, which he did and just to cut her explanation short.

Those were the times he just wanted to be alone, she learnt it was a sacred time for him which he cherishes. Sometimes he'll want a conversation with her, she never forgets he likes her speaking up. He'll be overweighed from the day's stress and just wanted to be alone, she frequently came around and it ended with arguments on two occasions. She yapped on telling him she was his wife and was there for him whenever he was exhausted, why would he seclude himself whenever he was tired for the day? He took that to thought and eventually stopped the act and confessed to her that it really helped him.

There was a huge difference between him wanting to be alone and when he was overweighed from the stress and wanted to be alone.

She also had her mood change when she might be everything at the same time or just be anything, clingy, irritated, annoyed for no reason, cheerful, or just wanted to be alone from prying eyes, even his; she sketches unimaginably whenever the last one occurs. She becomes teasing and blunt at times. All thanks to his royal highnesses influence.

He'd told her that he was never a shy person, even as a kid. He'd asked his parents impossible questions for a child like him. And they always answered in the positive with different answers even though their facial expressions were otherwise. But his naive self never understood.