Chapter 2 THE WEDDING NIGHT

WEDDING NIGHT

Here I am seating on our bed, ohh yes, our matrimonial bed, which belongs to I and my Rashid, God knows how much I have been waiting for this day to come, to finally be one with him.

To make sure that we go through the marriage rites and don't go against any one, we weren't to have sex not even after our wedding ceremony, but two days after our wedding.

Although I have been waiting for this day to come, my hands keeps trembling and my heart keeps hammering in my chest, "Allah", I sighed.

Ohh yes, it's Allah, I had given up everything for him and if I could give more, I would have done so, Rashid Zadir means a whole lot and more to me and there was no way to appreciate him for his undying love for me, if not by giving up most of my dreams for him, if not all.

The bed was dressed in what I would say a very expensive immaculate white sheet, it was going to be shown to the Royal Household after the night to show my once virginal status.

No one should ever call that 'barbaric', as long as I am not complaining about it, you should not also complain about it.

I was dressed in a very sexy outfit, of course what else would I wear?, The Roman Catholic Reverend Sisters dress...., ohh no.

I was meant to take a very long, long bath, which was added with spices, perfumes and myrrh, I wondered why they termed this virginity of a thing so special.

If I had met Rashid earlier, maybe when I was sixteen, seventeen or eighteen years, my virginity would have been a long forgotten term by now, or just maybe it was my parents....

My thoughts were cut short when a lady I have grown to like came in.

"More perfumes for you, my princess", she takes a bow of her head.

The woman who just came in whose name is Miss or Mrs Aamina, I really don't know for now if she is married or not, but I could say she is interesting to be with.

Secondly, I heard... okay maybe I never heard that, but rather I was introduced to everyone staying here, and from what they said to me, she....., Mrs Aamina is the personal maid to the scary Queen.

"It's Janelle please, I should not remind you again", I teased, I didn't want the princess title, I haven't gotten used to it and I don't ever think I would get used to it, I just want my usual name, Janelle, or rather, Mrs Janelle as the case may be.

I smiled to myself, how someone's status could easily change not just being from Miss to Mrs, but also from an ordinary Janelle, to Princess Janelle, forget the blah, blah, blah, which keeps emitting from my mouth, but I really don't like the Princess stuff, you are being treated like you could break anytime and you would never be given a chance to do anything by yourself.

"Maybe you would come off it and accept the fact that you would one day be the Queen of Al Zayed, I would say you better start liking the idea of being called ' My Princess ', so as not to cause stirs from the people", Aamina advices as she hands over the bottle of perfume to me, which I hastily collect from her.

I brought the top of the bottle to my nose and the fragrance caught up to my nose, it was intoxicating and very very nice.

"So, where is this from, it smells so nice, it isn't puking like the one I had for my bath, it wasn't that bad.... but, the combination of the three agents was just so bad, is this one made from Tokyo or Pakistan like the others?", I teased, but really my bath this evening had me scrunch up my face in disgust.

"It's an Indian made, very expensive, right now the product is limited, it would cause a stir if it was used by an ordinary person, but since it's for the Royalties, it isn't something that would make people to talk just so much", Aamina says.

"Ohhh, I see", I replied.

"Do you by any chance know by what time he would be back?", I ask.

"Ohh no, I don't, the departure and arrival of any of the royalties isn't something one sits down and brings up as a topic of discussion, even while you both were coming back, we never knew, the Emir and my mistress might have a knowledge about it, but we the workers, we neither hear nor talk, we only see", she says.

I nodded my head and shifted on the bed.

"I heard something about Rashids' brother, Ma- Madok", I stammer, not exactly knowing or even remembering the name.

"It's nothing, My Princess, I think I would get going, do have a wonderful night rest", Aamina says in a rush before hastily heading out of the room.

I clicked my tongue, maybe it wasn't all true, but anyways what was my business, I shrugged it off.

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I think I lost count of time as I slept off waiting for Rashid, I heard deep breathing and slightly thick footsteps in the room, that was what woke me up.

I sat up slowly on the bed and yawned, adjusting the position of my sexy and enticing outfit.

"Babe", I cooed, Rashid was standing near the window, his unmistakable and unwavering gaze on me.

I smiled and got up from the bed, walking towards him in what I would call a seductive step, only that he wasn't giving me the go ahead, signal.

Although his gaze was unwavering and he was pointedly staring at me, I could guess his thoughts were zeroed in on something else, yet I didn't keep that from walking towards him and giving him quite a show.

Finally I stood in his front, I raised myself on my toes, to get a better view of those sensual lips of his and just when I closed my eyes to plant my lips on his, he stopped me.

Damn....., Rashid never stopped me from seducing him, he was always gamed in on me, I mean he always looses control of himself whenever I was around him or trying to get the edge off him.

He pushed me slightly, not too hard not too rough and neither too soft, I stumbled back slightly, confusion and surprise blanketing my facial expression.

"Babe what is it?", I questioned.

"You had a rough day at work?, Surely I would help soothe your stress off, but please let me do this and you came back from work quite so late....", I paused. "Is everything okay?", I continued.

I guess he had a very bad day at work.

He placed his hands on my shoulder and urged me to sit down on the glass desk beside his drawer, his room being magnificently enormous and extremely spacy and gorgeous, I could say it's like my parent's sitting room, back in Jamaica.

Don't get me wrong though, our sitting room is quite big, very big though, but for crying out loud, I am talking about a room, it's just too big.

He crouched down to knee level and looked up at me, I wondered why he was suddenly acting so strange this night.

"We are supposed to be on the bed, consummating our marriage and you are here, or maybe you want to start by giving me heads?", I teased, the naughty side of me taking the better part of me.

He didn't smile back, he didn't laugh, just this expressionless face.

"Babe, you don't want to talk?", I ask as I arch a brow.

He took a deep breathe, his nostrils flared, his hold on the calves of my leg tightened, I don't know but all the bodily movements, told me for sure, that something is definitely wrong.

His lips parted and went close, I was eager to hear what he has for me, what he wants to say, what had really been eating him up, so I could know where to start.

"What do you do, when you find out your spouse has been messing around behind your back?", he finally says....