24 Zain

24

Zain

I had lunch in my study, trying my best to ignore the lingering scent of jasmine and musky feminine scent. I had told her that having a child, getting her pregnant, was a terrible idea. I was stupid.

Groaning, I pinched the bridge of my nose. I didn’t mean to voice it like that, but I was annoyed with myself for forgetting to wear protection when I knew the risks. The risk of having a baby and turning into my father. Hurting both Nasrin and our child. I couldn’t bear to think about it.

“You called me, Sultan?” One of the staff entered the study, bowing his head.

“Arrange a different room for me tonight,” I said and added, “Don’t let Sultana worry about it.”

He frowned, wanting to question me, but he knew who I was. So he agreed and left, leaving me to reflect on my choices.

After seeing her hurt and angry with me, I knew spending the night together in one room was the last thing she wanted. I didn’t want to cause her any more trouble than I already had.

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