Epilogue

"Omar hurry up! It's really urgent! Please come! Come quick!" Ilham was panicking on the phone. Omar's heart was racing like an angry bull.

"I'm on my way Ilham. Please keep calm. I'm on my way baby!" He tried to calm her down, while he drove like a maniac back home. He wanted her to calm down but he himself wasn't in the least calm. What was going on with her? What could possibly be wrong with her?

It's been exactly 3 months since they got married. It was such a grand affair. His childhood friends were all there. His mother was alive and well. She was in tears when she met Ilham. She was bickering all day.

Omar's father's corpse was buried of course, but Omar, his mother and those who knew him never attended his funeral. It was only some few royals who attended. Omar could never forgive his father for what he did to him. How his father wanted to drag him to the gallows.

Everything was long forgotten after they got married and decided to live in America with the 2 adopted girls and Mrs. Bailey, at the same time rule Turgistan. It was a hefty responsibility, but Omar was up for it. With the perfect Queen beside him, he could do anything at anytime.

Omar arrived at home and found the foyer empty. His heart leapt when he found the house very quiet. Even the maids or Mrs. Bailey were not around. What had happened?

He scampered to his and Ilham's room and met her sitting in the corner with her face in her palms.

"Baby what's wrong? Who hurt you? Tell me?" He pleaded. Ilham ignored him, she rather pointed towards their bed. Omar knew he had to see what she was talking about.

He paced to the bed and the shock mixed with happiness in his eyes said it all. It was a pregnancy test. It had 2 lines. That meant?...

She was....

"Baby you're pregnant?!" He exclaimed. Words could not describe the delightful gleam in Omar's eyes.

"No! We are pregnant. Me and you!" Ilham snapped playfully. Omar swept her off the ground in one go making her scream.

"Ahhhh Omar, I'm pregnant!" She yelled while he gave her a bone crushing hug.

"I'm so sorry baby. Sorry little one" he coddled her and the little one developing inside of her. They both lay down staring at the ceiling.

"Thank you Omar"she whispered as she dug her head into his chest, taking in his Cologne.

" What for baby?" He asked her as he wrapped her in his embrace protectively.

"For giving me a chance to be a mother" she whispered as tears flowed from her eyes.Omar kissed her lightly on the cheeks and piped up.

"Hey even if you want 50 children, I swear, I'll give it to you. It's up to you to be ready to take the pain" he cussed.

"Eww, you're so nasty. Get off of me!" She snapped as she pushed him off the bed, sending him tumbling down.

"Oww woman! That hurt! I'm going to make your body hurt too" he cussed. She knew what he meant.

"I'm pregnant for Lord's sake. Don't you know you can hurt the baby?!" She scolded him as he tackled her gently to the bed and begun taking off her hijab.

"I promise I'll be very gentle on you baby. I promise" he whispered seductively getting moan out of her.

"You're never gentle Omar! It always hurt like a bitch when you do it!" She complained.

"I'm sorry babe. It's not my fault I have a big...you know.." He said. Ilham just smiled as he took off his jeans and pulled off her dress too.

"Scratch my back if it hurts hun" he advised before kissing her and ramming into her. It was pain, pleasure and passion.

It was the simplest anyone could describe. She obediently performed all the modes he wanted. She had satisfied herself and satisfied her King too.

Queen Ilham and King Omar.

******

9 months later.....

"Ahhhhhh!!! Omar!!! You did this to me!!!" Ilham screamed as her water broke. They were expecting twins and the pain was excruciating. Omar carried her into his car whilst Hayat and Mrs. Bailey carried her maternity quirks to the car.

Ilham's father and Omar's mother carried the younger children, whilst Levent and Amir were as confused as ever.

"You!Omar! You! You did this to me! Ahhh!!" Ilham cried out loud as she was driven to the hospital. Omar was also as confused as ever. All he could do was to tell her 'sorry' but he knew it wasn't enough to stop the discomfort.

They arrived at the hospital in about 20 minutes time. Ilham was carried to the maternity unit as Omar and the rest of the family stood outside waiting.

Omar was so confused. All he could do was to pace up and down the front of the maternity unit scratching his hair. He couldn't stand the sound of his wife in the ward screaming her heart out because of the little seed he sowed in her.

A little sound made his heart stop. In fact two little sounds. The cry of a baby woke him up from his dazed state.

The midwife came out with blood all over her clothes.

"It's a boy and a girl sir" she announced. Omar couldn't hold back his happiness. He hugged the elderly midwife very tight.

"Thank you so much" he acknowledged before running into the ward to meet the sweaty face of his wife with two little bundles in her arms.

"Baby!" He exclaimed as he hugged her lightly, careful not to hurt her and the babies.

"Aww my children are so cute" he complimented as he took them gently from Ilham. Ilham glared at him as everyone in their family walked in and heard the words he just uttered.

"Excuse me Mr.! They're our kids! Not yours. I carried them for nine months, I was in labour for 10 hours! The only work you put in was pumping them into me. So you better be careful with your choice of words Mr.!" She snapped at him.

Everyone's jaw dropped at what she said. Suddenly everyone begun laughing.

"Mama!" Baby Huda and Mardiya called. Huda was now 2 years old and Mardiya was, 3 years old. Ilham picked them up slowly as they stared at the two little bundles of joys in Omar's arms.

"Mama, is a baby?" Mardiya asked in her little baby tone.

"Yes it's a baby Mardiya. Their your new siblings. Okay?" Ilham answered. Huda on the other hand kept very mute as she stared at the little babies.

"What will we name them Omar?" Ilham asked as Omar smiled at his babies.

"Aliza (Joy in Urdu) and Aryan(Noble in Arabic)" he uttered. Ilham smiled at that.

"I love it." She said as he kissed her gently. Amir and Hayat took the new borns in their arms as they cooed into their ears.

It was such a beautiful sight. Omar's mother gave Ilham a tight bear hug and whispered.

"Thanks for making me a grandma" they both giggled at that. Omar's mother had such a beautiful teenage side. She and Ilham got along perfectly.

Soon it was time to leave. Levent who stood very still dropped a tear. Ilham was the only one who saw it. When their eyes locked, she signalled him to come over.

"Hey no need to cry okay. My kids are equally your kids. Without you, I prolly would never have been here. So know that no matter what, you still hold a big place in my heart" she whispered to him before giving him a bone crushing hug.

"I love you Ilham. I know you know that. But I promise to try and control myself from wanting to kill Omar and having you to my selfish self" he whispered making them laugh.

Everyone looked at them quizzically. Omar was jealous but the babies in his arms alone, were his assurance that she was his and only his.

This beautiful moment slowly came to an end, when Omar carried Ilham to his car whilst his mother and his father in law carried the now 4 kids to the car.

Omar drove carefully back home. Cautious not to over speed and hurt his family. He peeped at Ilham through the rear mirror. She looked more than beautiful. When their eyes locked, she blushed and turned away. He never stopped gazing at her.

It was a surprise how the got home without any scratch because his mind was solely on his beautiful Wife.

The love of his life and the only woman he could call His Temptress.

When they got home and she had tucked the babies in, he sat beside her on the bed and continued to gaze at her.

"What do you think about me Omar?" She broke silence.

"Ilham, is my Queen. The Love Of My Life, The reason for my Being, The only woman I can trust. The only female on this earth, who can handle me and most of all, the only true mother of my children" he whispered.

Ilham kisssed him and whispered back

"Ilham is the only one. No one else. Ilham, is His Temptress"

With that said, Ilham kissed him once more and buried her head in his chest.

"Sleep my Queen. Remember that thou' art the Queen of my Heart" Omar whispered.

"Sleep my King. Remember that thou' art the King of my Life"

Ilham whispered back.

And into the night, they buried themselves, in the warm embrace of their love.

Pit Pat Pit Pat

The droplets of dew fell onto the roof of their home. Singing a song of love to them. A song that meant nothing to other people but everything to this family.

'Finally, back together! I wish we never split up. I wish we ever hurt each other. But here I am. We begin a new chapter in our lives. The feud is over. And all over we start. For as long as I live, I'll always be, HIS TEMPTRESS

Finally, this book has come to an end. The journey has been long yet fruitful. I can't explain how emotional I'm feeling now. I love you all my fans. You are the reason for this happiness in me. I promise to never forget you all. I promise that my future books will be as interesting as the, if not more. I pray for the best for you. I love you all. Please read my other books and show them the same love that you showed this book. I love you all.

With all my love,

  Elham 💝