Chapter Twenty Nine

The flight to Turgistan was very long. And most of it, Ilham slept through it. Her folds hurt so badly and she was beginning to dread coming. Everyone would know she had been claimed. All she wished for was that, Omar carried her all the way.

The jet landed at the private airport. Kmar carried his love bridal style while she slept. It attracted the stares of all those present at the airport. They never knew their crown prince had this side in him. He was usually a very ruthless and uncaring person. So this side of him was very astonishing.

Omar carried her to the waiting Rolls Royce. Her little kitten was also sleeping in her tummy. This kitten was such a sleepy baby. It slept the whole ride from Tajikistan, where it was imported from by order of Omar. It was undoubtedly very cute.

The driver drove off to the palace, while Omar sat behind with Ilham laying on his laps sleeping. All his focus was on this pretty little woman, who's face was just near his crotch. He smiled at that nasty thought. He was such a pervert.

The drive to the palace came to an end. There were guards all around and maids ushering Omar in. He kept a hard look at everyone. He walked with authority into the palace with his lover in his arms. He was met by his sister Jawharat. Jawharat was very happy at first when she saw him, but her expression changed when she saw the sleeping beauty he was carrying in his arms.

"Brother Omar? Welcome.." She gave him a shabby welcome. Not like he even needed it. He knew she was not happy. Big he didn't give a fuck. All he cared about was this little woman in his arms.

"Who is this thing in your arms brother?" She addressed Ilham with disgust in her tone. Omar gave her a deadly glare and spat at her.

"Don't you dare call her a thing, you ugly bitch! She'smy future bride and your future Queen. Get that in your head!" Ilham's sleeping figure twisted in his arms as the little kitten, still on her tummy yawned.

Jawharat frowned at Ilham before stomping away. Omar turned to leave when he heard the voice of his angel.

"And where do you think you are going my little Mafia king?" His mother's soft voice came. Omar smiled as he turned to face his mother's youthful face.

"Mother!" He exclaimed, this time Ilham woke up after hearing that. The kitten in her hand jumped off her and landed perfectly on the ground while looking round for any threat posing itself.

"She's the most beautiful lady I've seen Omar. She reminds me of me when I was younger" Omar's mother addressed Ilham, who now got out of Omar grip and stood beside him with a shy look and hurting folds. She blushed at that compliment.

"Umm, thank you. I'm Ilham" she introduced herself. She didn't really know how this whole royal thing goes, so she just did what she had in mind.

Omar's mother enveloped her in a very tight bear hug which surprised her very much. Why did this woman love her that much? Ilham knew that she was happy that her son had found love in her, but the hug meant more than that to her.

Ilham hissed a little involuntarily because of the pain she was still feeling. Omar smiled a little at that. He knew his mother would scold him for this. But he didn't mind.

Ilham noticed that Omar's mum had noticed her hissing and blushed out of embarrassment.

"I'm sorry for my son and his stubborn urges. That reminds me of how his..." Omar's mother cut her statement short when she remembered that night Omar's father did that evil on her. A tear drop escaped her eye.

"It's alright Ma'am. It all in the past now" Ilham consoled the woman before her. The woman looked down at this fairly short girl before her and smiled.

"Thank you daughter in law" she said. Ilham was shocked yet happy. This woman called her daughter in law. This woman! This Omar's mother! She blushed and hugged the woman back.

"Now led me leave you to go rest, while I order a feast for you" his mother yelled like a lovesick teenager as she walked briskly away. Ikham sinled as Omar without warning, carried her bridal style and rushed to his room.

It was a very posh room. Ilham had never seen such a beautiful room. Just when she thought his room in Ameica was fancy, this one was more than fancy. Everything was intact. She never expected to see this in a guy's room. Guys usually have a messy room, but this, this wasn't a guy's room,  this was a man's room.

"You like what you see?" He asked her as he placed her gently on his bed while he hopped in beside her.

"This doesn't look like your regular guy's room. You are surprisingly very clean" she complimented as she looked around.

"This isn't a guy's room baby. This is a man's room. A real man!" He cussed. She knew he was trying to be nasty. She blushed and turned away.

"Hey, I want to go check up on something real quick. Wait for me?" He asked. She nodded as he got up to leave. She wasn't going to stay in here. She was going to explore the place. She got up slowly and limped downstairs. All who saw her bowed at her.

She walked to the foyer and met with a pretty girl. She was cute but with a very large nose and chapped lips. It was obvious she was royalty, but she looked like she was suffering from a strange hereditary disease.

"Hello? I'm Ilham" Ilham introduced calmly in a very soft voice. The girl's head snapped to her as she started at Ilham in disgust.

A little voice in Ilham's head said

'Let's teach this bitch a lesson hun. She's obviously a hater'

"Yeah, I know. I'm Princess Jawharat. Sister of Omar!" She said in a rude, proud, loud tone. Ilham decided to act cool with her.

"Okay? Can I talk to you?" She asked with a meek expression. She was trying to be nice to this bitch but this bitch was taking that as an advantage to do shit.

"Aren't you talking to me?! Look here! Don't come here and disturb me with your bullshit. I don't know you, and I don't want to know you. In fact I dislike the fact that my brother chose a whore like you. So you had better think twice than to try to bewitch me with your malignant eyes!" She spat at Ilham. Ilham had never taken such insult from such a person and all because she was in love with Omar? She was trying to speak bug the words were refusing to come out. A tear drop escaped her eyes. Followed by another, then another.

"How dare you talk to my wife like that you fool?!!!!" A thunderous voice roared from behind Ilham making her flinch. It was Omar. He looked very angry. His eyes were as red as blood. Jawharat backed away out of fear.

Omar's mother rushed into the foyer after hearing Omar's roar. He saw how Omar stood before Jawharat with a scared face while Ilham lay her head on his back and her palms on his chest trying to get him to cool down.

"What's going on here?!" His mother demanded to know.

"Mom! I was sitting down here when this whore walked up to me with all don't of questions trying to disturb my peace." Jawaharat answered as she shed crocodile tears.

This infuriated Omar. The intensity of the slap sent Jawaharar tumbling to the ground amidst screams of help.

"Don't you dare try to be a con before your future King and his Queen. She only asked you if she could talk to you. Do you think I didn't hear bitch?! I'm going to hurt uoh deeply for this!" He swore at Jawharat as Ilham slipped in between him and Jawharat and hugged him very tight whilst begging him to calm down.

"I'm so sorry my daughter" Omar's mother apologised as she hugged Ilham tight.

"It's alright Ma'am. I'm used to all this. It's okay" Ilham responded as she hugged the woman back. Omar held his love protectively after the hug to emphasise that she was his and only his.

"And you Jawharat! Haven't I warned you to stop all this nonsense?! Just because you're older than her or you're a princess doesn't make you more superior than she is. You had better be careful before I make you act carefully!" Omar's mother growled at her step daughter. This girl was such a trouble maker in their household.

Jawharat nodded meekly before getting up and staggering back to her room. Never had she expected her stepbrother to slap her. He usually scolded her, but hitting her? Never! That means that, this lady he had brought here, meant more than anything to him. She had to be very nice to her, if not, she would face his wrath.

Ilham limped away from I.ar back to his room. She was obviously mad at him for not calming down when she asked him to. He followed behind her she she entered his room and sat on the bed crying.

"What's the matter baby?" He asked her as he tried to touch her.

"Leave me alone Omar! Just.. I told you to stop! But you didn't. Your family obviously hate me!" She yelled into his ears amidst tears. He would make her feel better and he knew how.

Slowly, his clothes flew away, hers followed. Their bodies moved in synchronisation. Ilham cried out of pain, pleasure and hurt.

She cried while he claimed her and said soothing words into her ears. The room was soon filled with their moan, groans, screams, cries and pants.

The clock struck 7 in the evening, when Omar fell back to his side of the bed. Once again, she had been pounded jn ways she couldn't imagine. The pain she felt had been doubled now. Omar hugged her tightly as they lay down to rest.

*****

Omar took the lead when he walked downstairs to the total dining room. Ilham stayed back to have a long warm bath and change into a new set of apparel. She bathed with his lotions so that his scent remained in her.

After her long bath, she changed into a simple shirt like dress that reached mid thigh. She couldn't afford to dress in an over-the-top costume. She needed to free her betweens(vajayjay) beacause they were hurting like never before.

She limped downstairs to the dining hall in her flipflops and was met halfway to the table by Omar. He helped her out by carrying her bridal style to her chair and settling her down gently. His mother stared at him in admiration.

"I see he claimed you all over again" his mother commented making Ilham blush. Had they heard her screams?

"No we had not heard your screams. I just notice show worse your limping got" his mother answered as if she could read Ilham's thoughts.

Ilham gasped and peeped at I.ar through her eye lashes. He was smirking at her like a love fool.

"You know you have to wait to get married before all these?" His mother reminded him. But this Omar was a stubborn man. He only smirked at Ilham who still hadn't had the courage to look at him.

"Sorry mom" he apologised not from his heart. Ilham suddenly looked up thinking she wouldn't meet their stares bug she did. Omar was smirking at her very sinister and it scared her. It was that type of scares that ladies love.

She blushed crimson making everyone laugh.

"I'm sorry sister in law. I was just jealous of you" Jawharat apologised truthfully. Ilham smiled at her and signalled her to come. When Jawharat came, she gave her a bone crushing hug making everyone laugh.

It was such a nice family dinner. Ilham would often times lock eyes with Onar and blush because of the manner jn which he would smirk at her or wink at her.

It was such a romantic scene. It was time to go to sleep and once again, he carried his future bride to their room and laid her on the bed, that now had new sheets.

He lay beside her as once again she fell asleep. Her little kitten still asleep like he always did. He found his whole family in this beautiful woman's eyes.

He couldn't thank Allah enough

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