Originally posted by: lashy
Teaser for Chapter 11
So, he patiently put up with the offensive ambience, hoping that his informer would turn up soon.
Just then, he heard the clinking of bangles - a clinking that gradually became increasingly audible. From the corner of his eye, he caught a lady approaching him. A slave girl.
Angling sideways, she tried taking a closer look at the man, whose face was partially hidden by the turban scarf flung across his shoulder and neck - the kind that riders wore.
A moment later, her chest heaved in near disbelief. 'Mashallah' she bit her lip temptingly. Such flawless features, upon such a rugged body - she had never seen someone like him before. In fact, when she'd spotted the lone man at first, she wondered if her eyes had been deceiving her. But now that she'd got a better look, there was no doubt - he was every bit as desirable as she'd assumed he was. And since she was accustomed to coming across fat, old, ugly addicts everyday - this dashing young man obviously made for a delightful change.
If only she could lay her hand upon his taut arms once, she thought, just to see if he was real.
However, before she could come over and lean upon his shoulder, Akbar held the horse-whip up, as though he'd read her mind - giving the lady a sure sign that he did not want her crossing that barrier.
So, she stopped herself a step away, and began playing with the hems of her veil.
'I've already told your friends...' he muttered, with his eyes still fixed on the ground 'Not interested!'
'Then why have you been sitting here... alone... for so long Sahib?' she asked, using a tone that was as seductive as her form 'No drink in your hand... no hukkah... who are you waiting for? Angry with your wife? Annoyed with your mistress? I'll help you forget them... at least, for a while...'
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