Kidnapped by the Arab

Carlo cracked open the door of the room where Aisha was with Ahmed. Seeing the Arab man lying beside her and holding her in his arms filled him with rage. He had to get her out of there immediately.

Later, when Ahmed left the room to go see their children, Carlo took advantage of the opportunity to enter. He had brought a wheeled gurney from the hallway and quickly disconnected all the cables attached to her body. He knew the doctors would be there soon, and an alarm would sound when the vital signs were no longer detected.

Over the intercom, doctors were urgently called to Room 23, which was Aisha’s. Ahmed heard the alert and rushed out of the nursery, thinking something serious was happening to her.

Upon arrival, he found the bed empty. No one knew where she had gone. He quickly realized that the emergency exit had not been guarded; it was the way ambulances left the hospital. With two of his men, he ran there, while the other two blocked the hospital exit. Carlo was on his way out, and Ahmed caught up with him. He had taken too long to move the gurney through several floors on the elevator.

“Stay away from her!” Ahmed shouted, pointing a gun at him.

The other men arrived, and Carlo and Aisha found themselves between Ahmed and his bodyguards.

“You better step back, Assad, or she dies with me,” Carlo threatened, pulling out a gun.

Aisha opened her eyes, not knowing what was happening. She touched her belly and didn’t feel her baby; she screamed in horror. What had that man done to her child?

Carlo tried to calm her down, and Ahmed took advantage of the moment to engage in a brutal fight. One of his men approached to remove the gurney, fearing that a stray bullet might hurt Aisha.

The two men mercilessly fought, trying to disarm each other.

Ahmed managed to take the gun from Carlo, even though his wound started bleeding again. He pointed the weapon at the mafioso’s forehead, a chance to get rid of him forever. He heard Aisha shouting at him.

“No, Ahmed, don’t dirty your hands. Hand him over to the authorities.”

“Do you hear her, Mia? She doesn’t want me to hurt him. She loves me deeply. That’s why she surrendered to me with passion every night we were together.”

Ahmed was about to pull the trigger; he could claim self-defense and avoid trouble, considering he was the Sheikh.

At that moment, he heard Aisha again, and she was right. If he did it, he wouldn’t be able to look her in the eyes; she wouldn’t want to be with a killer.

He struck Carlo with the gun on the head, rendering him unconscious. His guards handcuffed him.

“Hand him over to the authorities,” he said.

He quickly went to Aisha’s side. He didn’t care if something had happened between her and Carlo.

“My love, you’ve awakened.”

“My son, Ahmed, my son. That madman took my son,” Aisha said, crying.

Ahmed smiled gently, “No, our children are fine.”

“Did you say our children?” Aisha couldn’t believe it; she thought she hadn’t heard correctly.

“Yes, we have two children, a boy and a girl. They are beautiful, although still very small. They will have to stay in the incubator for a few weeks, but other than that, they are perfectly fine.”

“I want to see them, please,” she said, crying.

Ahmed requested a wheelchair, and with difficulty, Aisha got off the gurney. Her surgical wound hurt, and she was still very weak.

“Careful; you might hurt yourself,” Ahmed said.

“Ahmed, you’re bleeding.”

Zafir, who arrived at that moment, brought another wheelchair. He asked her to sit, and he would take her to suture the wound.

“Sir, you need to rest. Your mother and sister are coming with Miss Caroline.”

“Ahmed, Zafir is right. Later, you can see our children. For now, let’s go suture that wound.”

Later, they placed another bed next to Aisha’s. Ahmed fell asleep; the doctor had given him a sedative to rest because he wouldn’t do so otherwise. Caroline was ecstatic; her sister had awakened.

“Little one, would you accompany me? I want to meet my children.”

“If the doctor allows it, I’ll gladly go with you.”

After the doctor’s authorization, Aisha returned to the wheelchair, and Caroline took her to the nursery. When she saw her children, Aisha burst into tears. This time, it was tears of joy.

“They are so small and beautiful, sister.”

“They are divine and healthy.”

“Soon, you can take them home with you. The nightmare is over.”

They had completely forgotten about Arkham. The man was furious; he wanted Ahmed dead. Ahmed had taken everything from him, and he had nothing left to lose. He sought his mother’s help, wishing she would help him escape the country, and then he would return to make Ahmed pay for everything he had done.

Basima left the hospital, and Caroline and Amira would stay the night. As she was about to get into the car, Arkham approached her.

“My dear son, look at what you’ve become.”

Basima suffered upon seeing her son, all dirty and wearing the once-white kandora, now torn.

“I have to leave the country, mother. If they catch me, I’ll be sentenced to death.”

“I can only give you the money I have and one of my cards. It’s all I can do for you.”

“That will be enough.”

One of the bodyguards informed Zafir, who arrived immediately.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I have to turn him in. The police are on their way here,” he said, aiming a gun at Arkham.

Knowing he was lost, Arkham pulled out his own gun and shot Zafir. Fortunately, Zafir was wearing a bulletproof vest and retaliated, injuring Arkham in the leg. Basima watched in terror, feeling guilty for ruining her son’s life. She had always applauded everything he did, and now she saw the consequences.

Arkham was taken to the hospital to treat his leg. The police would be in charge of guarding him, and once he recovered, he would stand trial. Ahmed obtained a special permit to allow Basima to take care of her son.

Ahmed and Aisha were both discharged from the hospital. Before leaving, the Sheikh went to say goodbye to his brother, knowing the fate that awaited him at the hands of justice for his serious crimes.

“What are you doing here? You’ve come to mock me, surely,” Arkham said.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“You’re mistaken, brother. I do care about you; we share the same blood.”

“Hahaha, you want me to believe that? I know very well that you’ve always hated me, but rest assured, your hatred is nothing compared to mine.”

“I truly wished we could have had a good relationship. May Allah protect you.”

“Get out of here, just get out.”

Ahmed quickly left, and Basima tried to calm her son.

The Sheikh went to the nursery where Aisha was. She smiled at her children.

“The doctor says we’ll be able to take them home soon. They are healthy and won’t need the incubator anymore.”

“Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me?”

“For being with me and giving me two beautiful children. I love you.”

“I love you too, more than you can imagine.”

Two days later, they were able to take their children home, knowing that nothing would endanger their happiness anymore.

Vinizzio returned from Italy, having sold all his properties and given up his territory. Ahmed offered him a place to stay, so Caroline could be with Aisha. They were both delighted when the Italian accepted, as they could now see each other whenever they wanted.

At night, Ahmed watched as Aisha fed their babies, finding it to be the most tender sight he had ever seen.

“I could watch this all day; you’re beautiful, and our children are the most beautiful in the world,” he said while holding his son in his arms.

Ahmed felt like the luckiest man on earth. He finally had his wife and children with him after everything they had been through. He knew she was trying to adapt to his laws and customs, and he would help her along the way.

When the children fell asleep, Aisha lay down next to Ahmed and looked at him intently. Her life had completely changed since that man came into her life. She remembered the moment she first saw him in the church office, but back then, she didn’t pay much attention. It wasn’t until later when they boarded the plane that she found him quite handsome and intriguing, sitting there with a drink in hand, observing her, with that shadowed beard and those deep black eyes.

Then, when he brought her to live with him, it was hard for her to be close, and she tried to appear disinterested. Yet, he insisted on sleeping by her side, which was torture. When he proposed, she hesitated. She didn’t want to marry someone who didn’t love her. But then, when he told her he was the man she had given herself to for the first time, she felt momentarily upset.

Later, she was relieved because at first, she didn’t feel worthy of him. On their wedding night, she was nervous being next to such a man and having to control her thoughts was not an easy task.

She sighed deeply while hugging him, determined to overcome all her fears. After all, she was grateful to have been kidnapped by the Arab man.