20 Zain

20

Zain

The sound of the royal horse galloping in the golden sand surrounded us. Even with the loud wind blowing against us, I could hear Nasrin thinking after knowing that I was inexperienced the night we met.

I wasn’t ashamed of it, but seeing my wife tense around me made me feel embarrassed. Just for a moment, I wished I had taken heed of Khalid’s advice and had some experience in pleasuring women so I could ease whatever Nasrin was overthinking about.

With a clipped voice, I told her to cover her nose when the sand of the desert started flowing with the wind. I wrapped the keffiyeh around my nose, covering my mouth and neck, watching Nasrin’s finger fumble with the knot.

“May I?” I asked, speaking for the first time, knowing full well she was panicking over my virginity.

She nodded tersely, holding the reins and leading the horse while I gently tied the knot of the fabric, making sure her nose and mouth were covered.

Nasrin asked, “Where are we going?”

“To see the sunset,” I