With a crushing silence between us, we left from the airfield as she gripped onto my firmly.

On the way, I glanced at her perturbed form from time to me, curling my lips downwards in discontent.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I just wanted you to trust me,” I told her softly.

“That other day, your hand… was it his blood too?” She asked worriedly again.

“Yes. Whether a mistress, a prisoner or my wife. You are my respect and I won’t tolerate if anyone will cast a wrong eye on you.” I enunciated sternly.

I did the same to Akram’s men too who kept leering at her back...