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This story is set in the Persian world of the 1001 nights. Merchant Arash Zayed is sent on a mission to find an unknown treasure, while his first wife and his mother prepare his second wedding.
Happy, Rohzin wakes to the song of the nightingale. Even though she was created as an adult woman, the zambānūg is only a couple of weeks old, and still delights in many of the worldly happenings. As a game, Rohzin once ranked her experiences so far, like enjoying a sunny morning. Stretching in that morning sun is also wonderfully refreshing. Not surprisingly, kissing Arash and sex with him get a high score. At the top of the list, though, is when Arash licks and kisses her womanhood. The sensual energy coursing through her body when he does, is addictive. A walk in Cyrene’s garden to cool in the shade is tremendously rewarding. So, after breakfast Rohzin will do just that.
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Cyrene loves the scents of her garden. Even now, she lets herself be intoxicated by the all the perfumes her flowers wear. She mmm’s in delight at the gardener. The strong young man bumps into her with a lazy rhythm that sets her senses on fire. Their affair is only a couple of months old. Cyrene did not expect him to make these kinds of advances on a woman her age. But he seemed sincere, especially when she bared her firm breasts at him. His stiffy squirted instantly. It was flattering, of course. But Cyrene would have preferred his semen inside of her. How she had missed that since her husband died. The young man, however, was able to cum a second time, igniting shudders of ecstasy in every part of her body.
She is bent over a low wall, her tits swinging free. She loves how he plays with her right one now. His rod pushing and pulling in her, the squishy sound that makes, the slapping of his pelvis against her ass, overwhelms all her sensitivities. He rolls the hard bud of her breast. That last squeeze starts the tremors in her pussy, flowing deliciously towards every extremity. Cyrene closes her eyes, and lets the waves of sexiness overcome her. ‘He is close,’ she can tell. Today, she will treat him to a new experience: kneeling before him, exposing her tits. His eyes pop wide seeing Cyrene like that. With a grunt, his seed shoots out of his granite cock. She sees him struggle to keep his eyes open, relishing in his cum splattering on her two smooth mounds. His jizz tickles its way between them. Cyrene licks her lips sensuously. He rewards her with two more spurts before he stumbles back, catching his breath. So, she rewards him by sliding a finger over her left breast, collecting his juice, and slowly brings it to her mouth. Her tongue flicks it clean, then she sucks off the remainder. His face is red.
Cyrene’s fingers play with his lovely delivery, cocking a sexy eyebrow, and giving him a rapturous smile. His tunic lowers over his still willing manhood. Acting demurer than she feels, she looks away shyly… Then she sees Rohzin in the garden, looking surprised. Cyrene gasps.
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Download | Read the complete second season (10 episodes).
Download | Read the complete first season (10 episodes).
Download | Read the complete second season (10 episodes).
Download | Read the complete first season (10 episodes).
This story is set in the Persian world of the 1001 nights. Merchant Arash Zayed is sent on a mission to find an unknown treasure, while his first wife and his mother prepare his second wedding.
Shaheen’s tread was true. Merchant Zayed bought his reddish-brown horse last summer. He chose it for its swiftness and agility—and one white sock. He owns other horses, of course. But for the trip to Terjenli, in the rugged mountains of Golestan, he decided Shaheen would do best. They weren’t there yet. Arash estimated that, depending on his ability to find shelter and water, he would reach his destination in six days. He still feels that this is a strange mission: returning with an unknown treasure from a wise man. It’s a test! The emir knows what it is. When Zayed brings the emir anything but the right treasure, he will be punished.
And why send a merchant? Why not a regiment of soldiers? The emir said nothing about what he could trade with. He would never expect Arash to pay for the treasure himself, would he? No, he wouldn’t. The first night is falling fast. Zayed finds a little stream. He makes his camp near soft grasses Shaheen prefers.
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Sparks of his fire float towards the stars in the sky. Arash follows them. His mind drifts to beautiful Rohzin. In his mind’s eye he sees her smile, and her breasts. Her cool fingers tease his hardening cock. Arash closes his eyes and let’s this delight wash over him. He feels her slow soft strokes. Her other fingers caress his balls. He grunts when her lips find his tip, kiss his length downward, and nibble all the way back up. He sighs. It’s followed by a lazy smile. Familiar sensations stir his lust.
He pushes Rohzin down, kissing her, kneading her ample breast, nuzzling his way down to her Gate of Passion. It’s her turn to squirm. He loves how his tongue feels on her slit, snaking through her bush, tasting her. He loves the sounds she makes. Her quickening breath, the rising pitch of her moans, the lowering of her growls.
Rozhin writhes against him, looking for and finding that perfect spot that leads to greater bliss.
He smiles when she makes a new sound, adorable singing mmm’s.
Her body gasps in delight. She pulls his face on her pussy lips and rolls her hips to catch every elusive orgasmic tremor teasing through her body.
Arash’s lips probe inside of her, tasting her wetness, igniting another blissful shiver in his beloved. Smiling, loving he looks up. Fiery amber eyes shine in his. Athossa!
The princess gets on her knees, tweaking her nipples in her after-glow. Her finger crooks at him. He stands. She takes his cock in her mouth, and licks, and sucks, and kisses. Her talented lips blow the warmth of her love into his balls. The scent of her climax intoxicates his senses. Her lips enflame his lust. Her eyes inspire his passion. When a fingernail lightly caresses his scrotum, he knows his river will overflow. The stars in the sky don’t do justice to the fireworks building up within him. He closes his eyes.
When dampness replaces the fingernail, he opens them again. Rohzin!
Her silky tongue slides of his roundness. Then she plops one testicle in her mouth, looking him in the eyes with adoration.
Athossa runs her hand along his length. Her eyes too sparkle with endless love. For him!
Their love envelops him completely. Shaking, he spurts his answer on both their faces. Not one, not two, nor three, nor four, but six jets of essence paint a loving picture on them. His beautiful wives!
Athossa and Rohzin kiss as kin-wives, smearing his devotion on each other.
These are the adventures of Merchant Arash Zayed. This episode consists of ten threads of ten tweets, published from March 2023 to August 2023. This story is set in the Persian world of the 1001 nights. Merchant Arash Zayed is in love with Rohzin who happens to be a zambānūg—a woman built from magic by Seeress Ruksana and his mother Cyrene.
Arash kisses Rohzin’s lips. She’s in his bed, under a cotton sheet draped over her. He can see it dip between her legs and prick up around her breasts. He only knows her a few weeks, but he is certain this was the one. After his audience with the emir, he will marry her.
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Cyrene hurries down when Merchant Zayed returns. He’s screaming and cursing, and calling for her. She has dreaded this moment ever since Ruksana and she cooked up their plan to have him find Gaokerena, the live-giving plant. They told him it was a request from their ruler.
Although she has been rehearsing this part the last couple of days, it still pains her how she tricked her son. It was for his own good, of course—but still. Before she can start, Rohzin enters their home and hugs Arash. Cyrene is still impressed with how perfect she is. She claps her hands and orders a jug of Sekanjabin Syrup.
“Mother! Who told you the emir was looking for that plant? You said his servants came to pick it up when I returned from the Vourukash Sea!” He suppresses a quick blush remembering frolicking with Magali, the mermaid.
“I heard about that.” Rozhin pours him a glass. “My brother wanted to go look for the plant as well. He told me the court wizard used the emir’s name to have someone bring him some rare plant.”
“Seeress Ruskana said the same thing.” Cyrene took a quick sip. “The wizard is dead.”
Rohzin looks pained and Arash is concerned for her.
“Are you alright, my dear?”
Rohzin suggests it’s best to keep away from the emir’s affairs if this is what life at court is like.
“The seeress told me the emir would bring me wealth…”
“Your heart,” Cyrene corrects him.
Arash frowns. Was that what the seeress said? Yes.
Decided, he turns to the beautiful merchant who brought him light and lust. And now love.
“Will you be my wife, Rohzin?”
Tears trickle down her cheeks, and her smile lifts his spirit.
Cyrene has both, and rosy cheeks.
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Her breasts are round and firm. His hands knead them like fresh apricots. Her nipples pip out like pink raisins. His tongue rolls its way around them.
Rohzin kisses the top of his head. Her eyes are half-closed with passion. Her ladyhood tingles with warm, syrupy wetness.
His fingers tussle through her bush. He plays around her slit. Rozhin’s flower is growing full of bloom as he does. In her mind’s eye she takes in a field of spring flowers that has not been there a few days before. His dexterity makes her feel as if one by one they open in her.
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The next day, Cyrene and Rozhin starts preparing the wedding. Arash already dreams of how her dress would be sculpted on her, how their guests would be brightened by her radiance—just like he has. She is already his wife. The ceremony will be a retelling of his heart’s wish.
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Seeing Parviz fills Arash’s heart with joy. Even though they are very different, they’re family. The merchant kisses his brother’s cheeks and welcomes him to his home. They have a friendly rivalry about who can accumulate the most wealth. For now, Parviz is in the lead.
Parviz hasn’t seen his brother or his mother for years. His household and business in Isfahan claims all of his time—along with some extra activities with the wife and daughter of a wealthy salmon farmer. Of course, not at the same time. He keeps it secret from everyone else.
Cyrene is happy to see her eldest son. He has already gifted her with daughters and grandchildren. But they live faraway. The last time she undertook the long trek to the famous city was many years ago. She was sorry to hear that Parviz came without wives and children.
“Well, little brother. Show me this wondrous woman who has finally managed to capture your heart.” Parviz winks at his mother.
He followes Arash’s hand pointing to the top of the stairs. Rohzin, all smiles, glides down. Parviz catches his breath. ‘What would she look like naked? What would she look like underneath him in his bed?’
He rushes towards her and holds her in his embrace. He kisses her cheek, dangerously close to her lips. His eyes—full of promise—look into hers. After a moment, he turns to his brother and shakes his hand, forcing a smile.
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Parviz is impressed by the lavish dinner Arash prepared for him. He is obviously doing well. Although, not as well as he does, otherwise his little brother wouldn’t stop boasting. Seeing, Arash and the delicious Rohzin together, his smile looks like it hides a toothache.
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Early the next morning, Parviz corners Rohzin in the garden.
“I must congratulate my brother with finding such a beautiful woman. The description in his letters does not do you credit. Of course, Arash was always serious. Doesn’t a tulip like you deserve a more playful husband?”
Rohzin can’t find an easy way to move away from him. His grin tells her he is very well aware of this.
“Arash is a good man, of course. You are happy to find him. But I can’t help think that a marvellous and luscious woman like you could do much better. Don’t you agree, dear?”
Agreeing or not agreeing will only play into his hands, Rohzin estimated. She chooses: “Really?”
He obviously enjoys the sound of his own voice. “My ‘little’ brother,” he lifts his eyebrows, “and I compete on who has the most riches. He’s losing. Has been for many years now.”
Rohzin is aware that, in a blink, Parviz can turn the situation into one where it would appear she’s seducing him. Again, she chooses her words carefully.
“The emir will only grant Arash an audience if he’s married. Someone with two wives has a much better chance.”
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Merchant Zayed locked himself up in his quarters all day. After his brother told him he was visiting the emir, Arash stormed off. Nothing his fiancée, Rohzin, or his mother Cyrene said could lure him out.
Parviz announced that the emir had a “very special trade mission” for him. It was so important that he wouldn’t be able to attend the wedding.
Rohzin had a knot in her stomach. She had given Parviz the tip about the mission. She was sure Arash would hate her. The maybe-bride-to-be decided to consult Seeress Ruksana. After all, she was her creation.
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The air was thick with incense. Ruksana isn’t moving. Her head is tilted down over her table. Her hands are decorated with henna: an eye on the backs, vines on her fingers. Fāl-nāma cards are laid out before her. Rohzin recognizes the WakWak tree, because she likes its name.
The seeress looks up. Rohzin is intrigued by the henna patterns around her eyes. She can almost see the butterflies dart about.
“Soul and beauty of many women, breath of life. Sit down, my child.”
“I come to seek your wisdom, O Seeress.” Rozhin takes a deep heavy breath. “In order to save my chastity, I helped Arash’s brother Parviz. If he gains wealth on this mission, my husband will hate me. If some accident befalls him, my husband will hate me. If I tell him about his brother’s advances, they will hate each other.” Rozhin’s voice is cracked.
“Tell me about this mission.”
“Parviz is to establish a trade route with the Xšāça.”
The Seeress squints. “Is that so? Tell me more about Parviz, his heart, his soul?”
Rohzin tells Ruksana everything.
“So, greedy and lustful, like many men.” The Seeress’s purple eyes look up.
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Rohzin’s heart is still thumping when she returns. The servants inform her that Arash is still in his quarters. He has been calling for wine since yesterday afternoon.
She finds Cyrene in tears, black streaks running down her cheeks. Would her sons ever get over their feud?
Cyrene can’t breathe. She is losing her sons and now she will lose Rohzin as well. Arash will cast out everything that could bring him joy, starting with the wedding. She only wanted to give him love, and all he found was hate. Darkest of clouds gather over her family.
‘Trust comes in little steps, and leaves at a horse’s gallop’, the Seeress said.
“We need to get Arash out of his room first, Cyrene,” Rohzin tells his mother. “For that, he must see an opportunity. It will help him push his anger way for the moment. Only then can he move on.”
Rohzin knock on his door: a self-assured knock. “My love?”
A muffled ‘go away!’ answers.
“What does Parviz know about the Xšāça that you don’t?”
Silence, followed by a less drunk sounding ‘nothing!’.
“So, your brother may not succeed where you could?”
Silence.
The door opens.
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Still bleary-eyed from his three-day drunken and self-pitying blur, Merchant Zayed now feels energized again. And he owes it all to the wonderful woman who came into his life. He will reward her later. But now, he needs to make preparations for a trip to the secretive Xšāça.
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Her pomegranate scent, mixed with roses and the wholesome earthiness of her pussy enthuse Arash. Not only does he dart the tip of his tongue on her clit, he envelops it with his lips as well. He looks up and takes in the two wobbling mounds rising with her passionate breaths.
He sinks his erect manhood into her folds. Seeing Rohzin’s stiff nipples envigors him. He stops counting how many times he brings his bride-to-be over the edge of lust. And she enjoys every splash of his essence on her breasts, her face and in her wet womanhood.
Rohzin is sore, but satisfied with sex. Loving little ants tingle in her pussy, her nipples, her breasts for the better part of the night. Straddling his lovely cock, she sees the sun rise outside. Wriggling in circles, squeezing him with her pussy, she orgasms again.
Arash hadn’t known real love and passion before Rohzin. She belly-dances on his manhood. A thousand hands and tongues in and on his legs, stomach, chest, nipples and balls mean only one thing. His jizz geysers out, filling the woman of his heart, and thanking her for her love.
After sharing a bath in his rooms, they lazy the rest of the day away. Rohzin asks Arash about the Xšāça and why they are so secretive. Zayed tells her that they are remnants of an ancient empire that came before theirs. Many merchants have tried to reach them without success.
“How did Parviz and you become familiar with them?” Rohzin asks.
Arash grimaces at his brother’s name. With a wry smile, he tells her about his father’s stories. The Xšāça held onto their imperial wealth. They didn’t need trade because they had fertile lands and good cattle.
“Parviz stopped caring about them when he left home and started his own trade. I kept looking for anything I could find out about them. There are some eyewitness accounts, but most of these are old—more than a hundred years. And there are reports about caravans disappearing.”
“Disappearing?”
“Yes, around the plains of Marvdasht: ancient Persepolis. The emir and others sent patrols and troops. Adventurers and merchants attempted to find the Xšāça. No one ever returned. Just stories, my dear. There hasn’t been an expedition for some decades.”
“Are you worried about him?”
“I want to believe he deserves what happens, but I can’t. He’s my brother.”
Rohzin frowns. Arash kisses her on the lips. “Don’t worry, my love. I will be back for our wedding.”
That night, Rohzin prays for his safe return… and that of his brother.
The trek to plains of Marvdasht to find the evasive Xšāça will take several weeks. Merchant Zayed misses Rohzin already. He thanks whatever forces were involved in bringing her into his life. He hates himself for postponing the wedding in order to find his cheating elder brother.
Parviz had always been sneaky and ruthless in business. So, it really shouldn’t have surprised Arash that his brother took the emir’s mission for himself. Of course, Arash wants to save him, although not deep and dark inside. He pushes the feeling away in reverence to his mother.
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His nights are cold. How quickly did he get used to Rohzin’s warmth against him. Arash feels sunshine from within, remembering his last night with his beautiful bride-to-be. He has to relieve two erections before finding slumber in her arms of his dreams. He awakens to her smile. Her rounded hips, her green yes, her luscious lips. How could that wonderful woman have captured him so? How does she manage to live in every breath, in every sigh, in every heartbeat? The Fates had truly been kind to him. From the first moment he saw Rohzin, he felt certain.
He smiles as the mere hint of her stirs his loins. Twice last night was obviously not enough. His lips on her neck, his hand on her breast, his eyes on hers, Arash inhales her pomegranate scent. Lying on his side, he catches his breath imagining her hand teasing his hard manhood.
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After the third day, Arash decides to write letters to Rohzin. Every morning he takes time to tell her about his love for her. He uses his blanket and charcoal. It’s crude, but it fills his heart with joy to do it, even if he won’t be able to decipher it anymore when he returns. It will be proof of his devotion. If he doesn’t manage to finish his mission, Rohzin will be comforted by the knowledge that his dying thoughts, all his thoughts, were of her. They will have no life together, but everyone will recognize that this was his furiously devoted wish. His mother will be satisfied that he had found the soul mate she had wished for him. His eyes sting. His mother never gave up hope for him. She will know her prayers for him were answered. That is the only thing he can give her now. He hopes Cyrene asks Rozhin to live with her.
Arash is close now. His horse’s nervousness means something is near—or someone. Whatever happens now will happen.
That night he remembers how, with flushed cheeks, he asked Rohzin to please him with her feet, her painted toenails, her oily caresses, her eyes under her lashes.
Arash bought an old map of Persepolis. Outside the city walls is an oasis. His horse finds it before he does. The water is sweet. It refreshes his soul. Rozhin guided him here. He won’t disappoint her.
When he sits up from drinking, two strong pairs of hands push him back down.
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Someone pulls the hood from Zayed’s head. It’s still dark. Worse it smells dank and dirty. He blinks to help his eyes adjust to the poor light. He looks back. A burly man with a big sword has the hood. Next to the guard there’s someone who isn’t accustomed to come down here. The hand-kerchief over his nose, gives it away.
“You are here in search of the Xšāça, yes?”
The man speaks something that resembles Persian. Some kind of dialect, Zayed hasn’t heard before.
“Yes, my lord. But also my brother. Another man who came here recently. Have you seen him?”
“Your brother? Are you on a family quest to find him?”
“Yes, I am. Have you seen him?”
“We are aware of this man. He is not… proper.”
“Not what? I don’t understand. May I see him, please, my lord?”
“Are you truly both of the same family? You have the same father and mother?”
“Yes, we do. Is he alright? Has something happened to him?”
“You are different men. I must consult.”
The man with the handkerchief is about to leave.
“Please, my lord, do you know where my brother is? Is he safe?”
“He is in that corner there. Safer now that you have arrived.”
Arash turns as the two men leave the cell, locking the door. His brother’s hands are chained to a big ring above his head. His face is bloodied and his upper body shows bad bruising. His hair and his beard are disheveled.
“Parviz! What happened to you?”
Arash looks for water.
The stale water in a dirty bucket won’t do. Arash is glad that the wounds on Parviz’s face aren’t deep cuts.
“Brother! What did they do to you?”
Parviz’s mouth is dry. He can barely speak. “Arash, leave! Leave quickly!”
Zayed sees fear in his brother’s eyes. What happened here?
“Help! Help! Can someone bring me water, please?”
It takes some more calls for the guard with the big sword to return.
“Can I have some water for my brother? Please?”
The wait for the guard is long. When he returns, the man with the handkerchief accompanies him.
“You need water?”
“Yes, my lord, to clean my brother’s wounds.”
“Do you have trade?”
“Trade? Sure, I was carrying gifts for your leader. You can have them.”
“They have already been confiscated. They are good gifts. Do you have other trade?”
“Can I do work for you? Please, let me have some water.”
“Will you trade your meal?”
“Yes, my lord. Please, let me help my brother.”
He nods. “This is acceptable.”
“Oh, and could I have my blanket as well, please?”
“Is this important to you?” He is surprised.
“It has letters to my bride.”
“You have a wife?”
“When I return, I hope to.”
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After Arash washes him, Parviz falls asleep. He looks better now.
The next morning the man with the handkerchief returns.
“Your brother failed his test. Will you take this test for him?”
“Can I leave with my brother if I pass the test?”
“Yes. But be aware the test is not easy.”
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Merchant Zayed hates leaving his brother behind. The guard’s grasp hurts his arm. The man with the handkerchief shows the way towards an enormous brass door. It screeches open. Arash can also hear gears rattle inside. The guard hands him a torch and pushes him into the cavern.
For some reason, Arash waits until the door bangs shut. He walks on. In his head, he recites the letter he wrote to Rohzin last night.
“My star. You brighten my soul. You guide my path to a better self. Your light in the night gives me hope. It gives me courage to move forward.”
Fireworks erupt in a chamber to his left. He heads there. In the clearing of the lush forest, two naked women bathe in the stream. Their laughter sounds like glasses clinking. They bloom like youth on the cusp of womanhood; perky breasts exposed, their bush fake-modestly hidden. His cock awakens, pointing the way. His married friends often told him about the delight of making love to two women at the same time. To be embraced by boobs. Two tongues licking your balls and shaft. The taste of two pussies. Four soft hands caressing their way along your body.
One helps him out of his clothes. The other kisses his chest. In the water, they wash his ass and his cock. Arash closes his eyes. He tilts his head upwards in delight. He gulps and opens his eyes again. A soft light peers from outside in. It looks like a faint star. Rohzin!
Having managed to pry himself loose from the clingy girls, Arash hurries forwards. He ignores the two next chambers. From one he heard music and singing. From the other, sounds of passion hook into his lust. Almost sleepwalking towards them, the image of his bride releases him.
He follows the path to a lake. On a stone in the water, Magali delights at seeing him. The mermaid pops into the water and climbs out onto the shore. Arash is filled with joy to see her. Their embrace leads to a passionate kiss. He revels in the feeling of her mouth on his cock. Arash aches at how much he missed her. The mermaid saved his life from a treacherous sea captain. She needed his seed then too. So, he will gladly give it to her now. He loves how her green eyes sparkle. Green? Those are Rohzin’s eyes! He pulls out with a ‘plop’ and runs away.
Retching against a tree helps him regain his senses. What kind of sorcery is this? He locks his mind on the most beautiful recollection of Rohzin’s face.
“My star… You give me courage to move forward…”
What looks like a last cavern, Arash sees a golden woman on a throne. He steels himself clenching his jaw. Nothing will lead him astray now. Arash is ready to bark her away, but remembers this is a test.
“My dear lady, please. I wish to return to my bride. I no longer seek trade with the Xšāça. I want to go home.
“You will do both, Arash Zayed.”
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His brother Parviz is looking better, washed and trimmed. It’s obvious he still feels his ordeal as they walk into a great hall. Merchant Zayed still smells the scent of his bath. The Xšāça dressed him in clothes fit for a prince. The beautiful woman’s last words still resonate.
Now, Arash finds her sitting in the throne. Her clothes seem almost transparent. It is hard to look away from her curves. So, Zayed fixes on her amber eyes. They are intelligent and look back. An amused sparkle dances within, like the flame of a candle flickering in the wind.
The courtier the merchant met in the dungeon prepares the introduction.
“May I present Her Illuminescence Princess Atossa, Daughter to the Throne of the Achaemenid, soul bearer of the Basij Oasis, Keeper of the sacred orbs of Din, and betrothed to Arash Zayed.”
Arash kneels.
He nudges Parviz. A guard helps him down.
Arash peeks up at the throne. A dainty eyebrow rises.
“Illuminescence, may I present Arash Zayed of Qazwin, emissary of Emir Khalaf ibn Ahmad, and husband-to-be to the Imperial Princess.”
“Arise, my groom. Your brother is free to leave.”
Arash seizes the moment, while his brother leaves with subdued groans.
“Illuminescence,” he is happy it came out right, “I’m captivated to be in your presence, and honoured by the invitation into your family. But I am also confused. I believe I mentioned my bride who awaits me.”
“Not many resist the temptations in the Cavern of Desire. Your devotion to your beloved saved you. I did not think myself jealous until I heard the poem you recited for her. Your words reached my heart as well and pierced it at the same time, because they were meant for another.”
Before Arash can answer, the courtier politely continues.
“Merchant Zayed, the Empire grants you the right of trade. Your route will always be safe. This privilege has been bestowed upon you alone. As long as the caravans carry the seal of House Zayed, they will be welcome here. Your goods are being returned to you and packed upon your mount. However! You brother Parviz will not set foot in realm ever again. This is not a decree, but a request. We expect him to abide to it.”
“Of course, I will see to it. But please accept the gifts I brought with me.”
“My betrothed, there will be time to get more acquainted. Your custom allows you many wives. I will be glad to join a man such as you, who knows how to woo the heart of women. I look forward to meeting Rohzin soon.”
“Then please come to our wedding, Princess.”
Atossa smiles. “I must pray first. I promise to contain my newfound sense of possession. Only then, will our union be a happy one. Return with the wind. We both have a wondrous future ahead of us. Accept the wedding gifts I will send along with you to your home. A home I soon hope to share.”
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“This cloth is of excellent quality, Merchant Zayed,” Emir Khalaf ibn Ahmad said to Arash, motioning him to arise from his kneeling position. “In their letter, the Xšāça commend your sense of fair trade, your honesty and your virtue. It also mentions the other Merchant Zayed.”
In the corner of his eye, Arash sees that Parviz is still kneeling and has buried his head as deep as he can.
“What to do with you?” The emir taps his lip with his finger. The ruler looks even more imposing.
Before he can speak, Arash is silenced by the emir holding up his hand.
“You have done enough to save your brother. I will fine him an additional ten percent of his taxes. It would be cruel of me to sentence him to death after you saved his life. Neither do I wish to distress your bride days before her wedding, not after it was postponed already. No, we celebrate! By establishing the Xšāça trade route, not only have you accomplished what no one before you could and you have honored your family. I applaud your dedication. You and your wife are welcome in my court,” the emir smiles.
“Thank you, My Emir.” Arash bows deeply.
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Rozhin’s embrace is even more loving than Arash remembers, her kiss sweeter. Parviz is already recounting the visit to the emir with more color, more detail and more imagination. Then he tells them about the hardship of his imprisonment and how he waited for death. Cyrene cries.
Arash made Parviz swear he would not speak of the betrothal to Princess Atossa. He wanted to tell Rohzin himself. He gulped. He could feel his bride’s sexiness as she approached the bed. Facing down Nisbad was nothing compared to his current duty.
“My love, I must tell you something.”
Rohzin is silent and listens to Arash’s story. Her face brightens at the news. After all, she is a zambānūg born from Cyrene’s concern for her son’s solitude. The princess will bring happiness, prosperity and standing to his house. Rohzin looks forward to meeting her kin-wife.
Rohzin’s slides over his cock. “You are building us a strong house, Arash. How can I not love you.”
Zayed feels her squeeze her vaginal walls as she belly-dances on him. And here he thought he could not adore her more. He kisses her breasts, feeling her, wanting her, needing her.
It’s Arash’s turn to show Rohzin his devotion. He pushes his tongue into her pussy as far as it can go. He exhales warm air onto her clit. She doesn’t know which arouses her more. It doesn’t matter. Her climax enclouds her with the warmth of passion and the oneness they share.
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The next morning Cyrene almost faints when Arash tells him about the princess. All the worries she ever felt for her younger son evaporate in the spring sun. She hugs him tighter than she ever has, and kisses his face just like when he was a baby.
Parviz’s smile drops an instant.
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In the early morning, Arash, Rohzin and Cyrene visit Ruksana the Seeress. Her colorful Fāl-nāma cards are already laid out on the table. She invites Rohzin to take one. It’s Feast for abundance and hidden knowledge. Arash is unhappy to pick Jealousy meaning danger and deception.
Together they pick Jinni for unexpectedness.
Ruksana smiles: “You will have an interesting life together. On this propitious day, these cards mean that you need to hold on to each other, and trust that you will overcome your adventures together.”
Rohzin squeezes Arash’s hand.
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Emir Khalaf ibn Ahmad addresses the wedding couple: “May the stars guide you on your journey together to find the Well of Abundance, and to find as much love as fits into your hearts. Because the Universe teaches us that when it is given, love grows on. Your marriage is blessed!”
Arash and Rohzin want to dance with each other all night, but Parviz requests a few dances with Rohzin, and so do other guests.
Arash dances with Cyrene, and with every woman hoping to be his next wife. Those dances are awkward, so Arash looks outside and glimpses a pair of eyes. They remind him of… Atossa! They’re gone now, so he can’t be sure.
Arash focuses on his guests making sure they are all happy. When he dances with Rohzin again, he catches Parviz looking glum. But only for a moment, because his brother immediately smiles and waves at him. Hmm?
Parviz raises his glass: “My brother despaired my mother to wonder if he would ever take a wife. Now, I realize he was waiting for Rohzin. I know that you two are meant for each other and I wish you a happy and fulfilling married life.” Arash hugs his brother and his mother.
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Finally alone, Rohzin gently pushes Arash on the bed. Then she pulls down her dress over one shoulder, then the next. She smiles when she sees his pants tent up. The silk dress doesn’t need much encouragement to slide down. By swaying her breast and hips she speeds or slows it.
Her skin shines with golden sprinkles as Rohzin slowly crawls towards him. Arash just opens his pants, not wanting to waste time. Rohzin looks him in the eye, then at his erect cock. She traces her fingers along its length, almost touching it. Then caresses the down on his balls.
Arash has no patience left. He pulls Rohzin towards him and seats her onto his waiting dick. The tease is already wet. She smiles innocently. Their lovemaking is aglow with passion. It’s easy for Rohzin to put thoughts out of her mind about if she can even have children with him.
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The married couple come out of their rooms in the afternoon. Cyrene smiles at them lovingly. She lifts her left eyebrow to Rohzin who blushes. They hug. Cyrene never expected this when she first sought Ruksana. Pained, she tells the lovebirds there is a next wedding to prepare.
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This story is set in the Persian world of the 1001 nights. Merchant Arash Zayed is in love with Rohzin who happens to be a zambānūg—a woman built from magic by Seeress Ruksana and his mother Cyrene.
Merchant Zayed’s Harem Adventures – Episode 10 Season 2
In the early morning, Arash, Rohzin and Cyrene visit Ruksana the Seeress. Her colorful Fāl-nāma cards are already laid out on the table. She invites Rohzin to take one. It’s Feast for abundance and hidden knowledge. Arash is unhappy to pick Jealousy meaning danger and deception.
Together they pick Jinni for unexpectedness.
Ruksana smiles: “You will have an interesting life together. On this propitious day, these cards mean that you need to hold on to each other, and trust that you will overcome your adventures together.”
Rohzin squeezes Arash’s hand.
Emir Khalaf ibn Ahmad addresses the wedding couple: “May the stars guide you on your journey together to find the Well of Abundance, and to find as much love as fits into your hearts. Because the Universe teaches us that when it is given, love grows on. Your marriage is blessed!”
Arash and Rohzin want to dance with each other all night, but Parviz requests a few dances with Rohzin, and so do other guests.
Arash dances with Cyrene, and with every woman hoping to be his next wife. Those dances are awkward, so Arash looks outside and glimpses a pair of eyes.
They remind him of… Atossa! They’ve gone now, so he can’t be sure. Arash focuses on his guests making sure they are all happy. When he dances with Rohzin again, he catches Parviz looking glum. But only for a moment, because his brother immediately smiles and waves at him. Hmm?
Parviz raises his glass: “My brother despaired my mother to wonder if he would ever take a wife. Now, I realize he was waiting for Rohzin. I know that you two are meant for each other and I wish you a happy and fulfilling married life.” Arash hugs his brother and his mother.
Finally alone, Rohzin gently pushes Arash on the bed. Then she pulls down her dress over one shoulder, then the next. She smiles when she sees his pants tent up. The silk dress doesn’t need much encouragement to slide down. By swaying her breast and hips she speeds or slows it.
Her skin shines with golden sprinkles as Rohzin slowly crawls towards him. Arash just opens his pants, not wanting to waste time. Rohzin looks him in the eye, then at his erect cock. She traces her fingers along its length, almost touching it. Then caresses the down on his balls.
Arash has no patience left. He pulls Rohzin towards him and seats her onto his waiting dick. The tease is already wet. She smiles innocently. Their lovemaking is aglow with passion. It’s easy for Rohzin to put thoughts out of her mind about if she can even have children with him.
The married couple come out of their rooms in the afternoon. Cyrene smiles at them lovingly. She lifts her left eyebrow to Rohzin who blushes. They hug. Cyrene never expected this when she first sought Ruksana. Pained, she tells the lovebirds there is a next wedding to prepare.
I hope you enjoyed episode 10. This is the end of season 2.
Download | Read the complete first season (10 episodes).
Download | Read the complete second season (10 episodes).
Download | Read the complete first season (10 episodes).
This story is set in the Persian world of the 1001 nights. Merchant Arash Zayed is in love with Rohzin who happens to be a zambānūg—a woman built from magic by Seeress Ruksana and his mother Cyrene.
Merchant Zayed’s Harem Adventures – Episode 9 Season 2
“This cloth is of excellent quality, Merchant Zayed,” Emir Khalaf ibn Ahmad said to Arash, motioning him to arise from his kneeling position. “In their letter, the Xšāça commend your sense of fair trade, your honesty and your virtue. It also mentions the other Merchant Zayed.”
In the corner of his eye, Arash sees that Parviz is still kneeling and has buried his head as deep as he can. “What to do with you?” The emir taps his lip with his finger. The ruler looks even more imposing. Before he can speak, Arash is silenced by the emir holding up his hand.
“You have done enough to save your brother. I will fine him an additional ten percent of his taxes. It would be cruel of me to sentence him to death after you saved his life. Neither do I wish to distress your bride days before her wedding, not after it was postponed already.”
“No, we celebrate! By establishing the Xšāça trade route, not only have you accomplished what no one before you could and you have honored your family. I applaud your dedication. You and your wife are welcome in my court,” the emir smiles. “Thank you, My Emir.” Arash bows deeply.
Rozhin’s embrace is even more loving than Arash remembers, her kiss sweeter. Parviz is already recounting the visit to the emir with more color, more detail and more imagination. Then he tells them about the hardship of his imprisonment and how he waited for death. Cyrene cries.
Arash made Parviz swear he would not speak of the betrothal to Princess Atossa. He wanted to tell Rohzin himself. He gulped. He could feel his bride’s sexiness as she approached the bed. Facing Nisbad was nothing compared to his current duty. “My love, I must tell you something.”
Rohzin is silent and listens to Arash’s story. Her face brightens at the news. After all, she is a zambānūg born from Cyrene’s concern for her son’s solitude. The princess will bring happiness, prosperity and standing to his house. Rohzin looks forward to meeting her kin-wife.
Rohzin’s slides over his cock. “You are building us a strong house, Arash. How can I not love you.” Zayed feels her squeeze her vaginal walls as she belly-dances on him. And here he thought he could not adore her more. He kisses her breasts, feeling her, wanting her, needing her.
It’s Arash’s turn to show Rohzin his devotion. He pushes his tongue into her pussy as far as he can go. He exhales warm air onto her clit. She doesn’t know which arouses her more. It doesn’t matter. Her climax enclouds her with the warmth of passion and the oneness they share.
The next morning Cyrene almost faints when Arash tells him about the princess. All the worries she ever felt for her younger son evaporate in the spring sun. She hugs him tighter than she ever has, and kisses his face just like when he was a baby. Parviz’s smile drops an instant.
These are the adventures of The Three Tiffanys. This season consists of ten threads of ten tweets, posted from October 2022 to June 2023. The story is set in the 1920s, when three Western women find their way into the harem and heart of the Sultan of Rakal Al Sulem.
These are the adventures of The Three Tiffanys. This season consists of ten threads of ten tweets, published from October 2022 to June 2023. The story is set in the 1920s, when three Western women find their way into the harem and heart of the Sultan of Rakal Al Sulem. The Three Tiffanys each have their own reasons to stay, but more importantly they all have reasons to work together for the betterment of the sultanate.
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Farouz I rules the Sultanate of Rakal Al Sulem. He is a young, proud and shrewd sovereign. Behind his back, his elder advisors call him rash and loose with the traditions that his forefathers held in honor before him. The sultana-mother Zarina is widely seen as the cause.
Traditionally, the sultana runs the household and the harem. Zarina also founded a library, and advised the sultan on state matters. With the death of the late sultan, the advisors want to regain their influence in the court of their new young ruler and return to the days of old. Farouz is aware of the wishes of his advisors, and he cannot afford to ignore them. The love for his mother runs as deep as the Naribah Oasis that gave birth to his kingdom. Her advice and ideas are as fresh as its waters. The suggestions of his advisors are as crusty as they. But all this must wait. His heart is saddened by the death of one of his concubines. The chief eunuch’s reports that Ailyah drowned in one of the pools after drinking too much khmr, the fine Iranian wines he keeps for his Western guests. However, he knows she disliked them.
His advisors tell him to prepare the funeral. His mother suggests that The Three Tiffanys investigate the situation. Farouz smiles. This is the first time anyone calls his three new wives that – he prefers “his three Western treasures”. He claps his hands and summons them to him. The sultan’s heart trills when his three wives kneel before him. His gaze is warm as they jostle for the position in the middle. This time it is shy Tiffany Noore who wins. He doesn’t think this has happened before. Not only her green eyes made her stand out in the chorus line. He was even more amused when she introduced herself as J. Tiffany Noore and she wouldn’t say what the “J” stood for. But most of all, there was a sexy innocence about her, and a failing attempt to hide it.
Unsurprisingly, the blue eyes of the blonde Tiffany Walker looks up first.
“Love embraces me in your presence, my sultan. How may we help you?”
Farouz knows this American adventuress is usually much more direct. He is thankful for her efforts to behave in a manner that doesn’t irk his advisors. He will be happy to reward her into his bedchamber tonight.
“My chest swells at your devotion, my beautiful wives, but it is also hurts by the departure of my beloved Ailyah, may the heavens keep her spirit. I would ask of you to… set my mind at rest about how her demise came to pass. Will you help me with this?”
“We will, O Sultan.”
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Farouz invites The Three Tiffanys to his bedchamber that evening. He is happy they would look into the death of his beloved concubine Ailyah. He is still intrigued why these three American women would choose to join his harem. That he is rich and powerful isn’t enough, he’s sure.
Tiffany Walker is the first American woman he ever met. He has also never heard the word “spunky” used instead of independent. It still applies to her today. And that is why he wonders why she married him? In the US, women have the right to vote, to work and to travel alone. In his sultanate, this is not the case. In the entire Arabian Peninsula, no one even considers these developments.
They met in the port of Ras Al Qummah. Before his bodyguards could prevent it, she approached him and offered him some pearls. He could tell they were good pearls.
Tiffany let him invite her to dinner. Her dress was a thing of beauty. She explained to him it was called a “flapper” dress. It was dark green with a dazzling array of sequins cascading down to a tiered fringe scalloped hemline, along with a feathered band and long green gloves. She stole his heart with her sparkling eyes and frank conversation. Tiffany Walker was a New York adventuress and knew what she wanted. Hoping to take advantage of the failing pearling industry. And she did. After dinner, he couldn’t believe she refused to go to bed with him.
Of course, it was his mother who first saw his infatuation. He was happy with her advice. He is always happy with her advice. With Tiffany Walker he knew it would be a complicated courting. And his mother helped him every step of the way. It took three months before they kissed.
His advisors disapproved. He should be expanding his harem with daughters of the wealthy and influential. They meant their daughters, of course. There was enough time for that. He courted Miss Tiffany Walker from New York like he never courted a woman before, loving every minute.
Six months after meeting her, they made love. Tiffany was experienced, knew what she wanted to receive and what she wanted to give. It was a big difference with his other wives. He learned more about a woman’s body in that night than in the years since his fifteenth birthday.
It took another six months before she accepted his marriage proposal; she rejected the first three. Somehow, he knew that she knew he would come back again. And, enchanted as he was, he did. For their wedding, she designed a dress combining his traditions with her modern tastes.
Now he started a campaign to father a child with her. His mother told him she isn’t ready for that yet. At 24, her spirit was too inquisitive and spunky. What surprised him most about Tiffany Walker was that she didn’t mind sharing him, but was jealous of the other two Tiffanys.
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The Three Tiffanys in his bedchamber tonight, couldn’t be more different, Farouz thought. Each wore a sheer knee-length lace nightgown with trimmings, but in different colors: black for Tiffany Takei, pink for Tiffany Walker and white for J. Tiffany Noore (the J is still secret). Their faces, their heritage, their breasts, their hips were different. He marveled at the three American women who found their way into his heart.
The black accentuated Tiffany T’s oriental features. The American Japanese engineer’s daughter defied her parents by staying for him. Shy… No, demure. She could stop his breath by looking at him under her eyelashes. Her eyes shone when she laughed. And she had a cute way of holding her hand in front of her mouth when she did. Tiffany T explained to him that it was a Japanese gesture her mother taught her.
Tonight, she was the first to crawl towards him on the bed and the first to kiss him. Little pecks at first, moving on to hungry kisses. Farouz had not yet found the depth of her oasis. When the three were together like this, it was usually Tiffany Walker who took the initiative.
Tiffany T’s warm hand found his hardness. She caressed him through his sirwāl, exploring his modest length. Sometimes, she teased his testicles, sliding a finger under them. Farouz tasted her sweet lips and took in her lavender scent. He opened his eyes. Hers were open as well. Her gaze was naughty. Farouz felt her free his manhood. Without stopping kissing him, she sat on his lap, pressing his member down painfully. Tiffany T slid over him, sharing her wetness. Hearing that squishy sound, his heart skipped. She was moving a lot faster than he expected. Farouz felt T take hold of his cock. She rubbed it against her black strip then against her moist pussy lips. Her eyes closed as she did, accompanied by a high tone mmm. He could feel her little pushes as she slid down on him. A hmm of satisfaction followed from both of them.
After a row with her parents, she stormed into the desert. His men found her, dehydrated and sunburnt. His mother tended to her for two weeks. What she did then impressed everyone: she fixed the generator his chief engineer couldn’t. Tiffany Takei wanted to go to university. Her parents wanted her to go to Finishing school. When he offered to help, Tiffany T told him, she would never leave his side. So, here she was his full length in her. She rocked on his firmness. In unison, they said: “Rock around the cock.” Her eyes softened, his were loving.
Farouz took her virginity on their wedding night. She blurted that out. He had never seen someone of oriental descent blush that deep. He loved her determination to become an engineer, to please him as best she could, her intelligent eyes and soft lips. He gave his heart freely.
The Three Tiffanys enjoyed the sultan’s bedchamber, but being there together took some getting used to. At first, they just snuggled up to the sultan and took turns turning him on and turning on his pecker. Tiffany T was the first to kiss J. Tiffany. It was completely unexpected. They also discovered that another woman knows what your body needs, where it needs to be done, and how. Sometimes, they were so involved in each other that the sultan softly cleared his throat to remind them of his presence. J. Tiffany smiled at this memory. Tiffany W nudged her.
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They were supposed to examine the scene of the crime of Ailyah’s murder. Neither of the women had any experience with murders or investigations. The sultan gave them this task because he didn’t trust anyone else to do it. So, Tiffany T divided the room into search quadrants. Like hunting dogs, T and W looked under the tables, cushions, pillows and behind curtains and drapes. J had already forgotten which quadrant was assigned to her, so, she just stumbled around. Looking up, she noticed a rope hanging from a lamp. It was short and coarse, and cheap. Nothing in the sultan’s palace was that cheap. A deeper marking on Ailyah’s throat made sense now, J realized. There was a knot in the middle of the rope. She wondered how she would react to the dead body. But it was so lifeless that it was just a thing now. A strangled thing.
“Not much of a clue,” W poopooed. T nudged her with her elbow. Eyes a bit wider, W continued with: “But nice catch, J.” Tiffany T rolled her eyes.
J Tiffany smiled. “I think two people could be involved: someone with access to the harem and someone who knows where to get rope.”
“That’s still a lot of suspects,” T sighed. “The person who got the rope may not even know what it was for.”
“Sure, but they may feel guilty about it,” Tiffany W concluded. “In any case, now two people have to stay quiet. If we find more clues, they just may turn on each other.”
The Three Tiffanys discussed their next step. Either there was one murderer who had access to supplies and the harem or there were two. They had no way of knowing.
“Let’s try to think of why someone wanted to kill Ailyah,” T suggested. “The motive may help us narrow it down.”
It could be jealousy. They had read enough novels to know about “crimes of passion”. They agreed on two possibilities: 1. one of the harem, 2. someone outside the harem. Or it could be about power; someone who wanted to send the sultan a message. Or, Ailyah had seen something.
Tiffany T wanted a methodical interrogation of everyone. J worried what it would do to their relations with the other women. Tiffany W agreed. They had to start with the servants.
“Let’s set up a desk, like a tribunal,” J Tiffany squinted, “and we leave the rope in plain sight.”
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“I screwed up, Farouz.” Tiffany Noore crawled into her sultan’s shoulder, hiding her tears.
Farouz kissed the top of her head. “I’m sure you did what you could, my love.”
“No!” J. told him how she organized the tribunal, and how nothing worked and no one told them anything.
“The other Tiffanys hate me now… Tiffany T. walked away and W only huffed during the interviews. I botched the investigation, my sultan. I’m so sorry.” Farouz didn’t know how to deal with this lovely crying woman, so he just hugged her closer. How should the three proceed now?
In the dark, Farouz heard another woman tiptoe towards his bed. She hid her head into his other shoulder. “Oh, my sultan, I think we failed you in the investigation.” It was Tiffany Takei. “And I am angry with J. She chose a bad methodology for the interviews.”
“Did you discuss the method with her?”
“No.” Tiffany T didn’t want to cry. “I should have. Now she hates me.”
“No, I don’t, T!”
Tiffany T gasped. She should have checked if the sultan was alone.
“Neither do I,” a new voice said. Farouz saw Tiffany W’s silhouette in the door.
Her face lit up with the match she struck. She walked to the bed and lit the candles there. The first thing she noticed was her namesake’s red eyes. An uncomfortable silence lingered in the room.
“Maybe we should just have sex and make up?” Farouz suggested.
T pushed him away.”
“It’s not fair to Ailyah if we can’t solve her death,” J decided. “You don’t just walk into the sultan’s harem, and it’s not easy to strangle someone. You look them in the face and you need strong hands.”
“We need to start with the men and women with the biggest hands.” J was excited now. Since it was there, she took hold of Farouz’s cock. It didn’t need a lot of encouragement to stand up straight.
“You were right as always, o my sultan.” W kissed his tip with a hint of tongue.
J and T kissed his length as if they were kissing each other. Farouz let out a soft sigh at the six lips on him. W crawled onto his face and wiggles her hips.
The sultan inhaled the scent of W’s rose water. Then he tasted her saltiness. His tongue zeroed in on her hooded nub.
T slid onto Farouz’s cock. She got rid of her top, revealing her perky tits. J found one of her nipples and nibbled. When she was younger, she teeheed when she first heard about “nibbling nipples” alliterating. Now, she knew just what Tiffany T liked: just a bit of biting.
Tiffany W contorted to find J’s pussy with her tongue. Then she munched on her clit. Now that they had a new focus for the case they could celebrate. The night was filled with moans and sighs. It ended with a sultan favorite: shooting onto the faces of his three beautiful wives.
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Tiffany Walker and Tiffany Takei wanted J. Tiffany Noore to try again. They encouraged her to come up with another plan, after screwing up their first attempt. “Everyone knows Farouz asked us to investigate Ailyah. We need an approach to find who did it without raising suspicion.”
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Ailyah’s funeral was a somber affair. She was well-loved in the harem; at least by most. The Three Tiffanys hated the fact that her killer was probably here too. J asked one of the low-ranking concubines to take care of the ceremonial henna hand decorations. It took her two days.
The concubine was in awe of the Tiffanys. She had witnessed how they corrected the sultan without punishment. They stayed loyal. She had never seen anything like it. They weren’t the usual scheming women she encountered before. When J asked her to help, she jumped at the chance.
“Mirina had the marks on her hands, Miss J, just like you described.”
“Thank you, Lelah. I will tell the sultan of your loyal service.
Her heart pounding, Lelah floated out of the room.
The faces of The Three Tiffanys were serious. Mirina was one of Farouz’s more powerful wives.
J suddenly remembered one of the servants saying she cleaned up a water trail. She went back to her. The servant was confused by the question; they were just some drippings. They headed east. Tiffany T suggested that is where Mirina’s quarters were. They finally had a suspect!
What threw them off in the beginning is why Ailyah was both drowned and strangled. Surely one or the other was enough. There was a lot of anger there. And it suggested two killers. One of Mirina’s most faithful friends was the eunuch Saqal. With these suspects, they had a motive.
“Power is the only thing Mirina’s interested in,” Tiffany W knew. “Only the sultana-mother is stronger.”
T suggested Ailyah must have witnessed something. Something dangerous and secret enough for Mirina and Saqal to take matters into their own hands.
“They are lovers!” J says.
“Eunuchs can’t be lovers, J.”
“They are castrated, but still have tongues and fingers, don’t they?”
W conceded. “If they are lovers, they will both be sentenced to death if they are found out.”
T nods: “The question is how to prove it? They only way is to catch them in the act.”
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Zarina, the sultana-mother was there when The Three Tiffanys explained their findings to Farouz. One of her main duties was managing the harem. And Mirina had been a thorn in her side from the start. Saqal’s betrayal was a bigger blow. She knew they were close, but not like this!
Now that Mirina was aware of the investigation, she would not be careless. Zarina even expected her to retaliate against The Three Tiffanys. Looking at them kneeled before her son, she was happy he could count on them. They all knew this will get ugly before it will get better.
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Zarina, the sultana-mother warned The Three Tiffanys that their prime suspect, Mirina, would retaliate if she found out they were investigating her. Everyone knew they were looking into Ailyah’s death. The harem twitter would soon be rife with rumours about a possible suspect.
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Saqal wiped his lips and smiled at Mirina’s delightful afterglow. He adored her and loved pleasuring her. He knew she was concerned about the investigation. The rope that strangled Ailyah had been found. However, it could not be connected to them, could it? They needed a plan.
“Thank you for your tender caresses, my beautiful Saqal,” Mirina sighed. Her praise meant everything to him. They hadn’t started as lovers. Saqal was used to pouty women in the harem, but not Mirina’s quick changing temper: rebuking, then apologizing. Dismissing, then praising.
Once he kissed her feet in reverence, everything changed. Against his expectation, she took him as her lover. She stirred feelings in him, he did not know were possible. He was forever hers. That Ailyah walked in on them was horrifying, and they had no choice but to silence her.
Mirina had comforted him, the way his mother used to. He knew that what they did was wrong, and he would gladly give his life for her. But the sultan would have Mirina punished as well, and Saqal would not allow that. He was sure they were forever bound together in their love.
Mirina kissed him on the lips. “My love, my heart is sad. The secret of our love is fragile. We have to make sure no one takes you away from me.”
Saqal agreed wholeheartedly. Those foreign Three Tiffanys changed everything in his harem. And Farouz didn’t respect their traditions.
It was necessary to return order to the harem, and Mirina was the only one who could do that.
“The Three Tiffanys are a bad influence on our Sultan. Only you and I see how dangerous they are, Saqal. Only the both of us are able to do something about it… and about those three.”
“You have a plan, my mistress, I can tell.”
Mirina explained that they had to lure the Three Tiffanys away. They had to make them follow carefully laid breadcrumbs.
“Outside the palace, terrible accidents can happen. Falling rocks when one travels through the gorge, for example.”
Mirina would miss Saqal if he were caught. She was certain he would not betray her, but to be sure, she would have him killed. With him, all evidence would disappear. She would be safe, and The Three Tiffanys would cease their investigation. Mirina already choose Saqal’s substitute.
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The next few days, they carefully planted new clues leading to the gorge. Saqal’s hopes lifted when he saw The Three Tiffanys leave the palace. Mirina kisses and caressed him. She praised his devotion to the harem. She said there was no one she loved more. He followed them out.
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Even the morning sun was bright. The Three Tiffanys were approaching the gorge. They had followed the trail to find Mirina. It was subtle, but it was there, and they had found it. It wouldn’t be long before they caught up with Ailyah’s murderers. Only two guards had joined them.
Saqal’s heart thumped in his breast. He would finally be rid of these three foreign wives who had befouled his beloved harem. Then his spirits took flight at the reward his lady Mirina would bestow upon him. Only a little closer. Kicking away one rock would bring them all down.
Tiffany Walker had said what they all thought: They were heading for a trap. It was an easy conclusion: with the three of them gone, the investigation would cease, and Ailyah’s death would go unpunished. Tiffany Takei wanted solid evidence. Their suspicions wouldn’t be enough.
Formally speaking, Farouz could do as he liked with his wives, and The Three Tiffanys knew this. However, Tiffany T was adamant. For Mirina’s death sentence, she wanted undeniable proof. The best would be to catch the lovers in the act, but they would be too careful for that now.
The sultana-mother had warned her son that Mirina would sacrifice her eunuch lover if it helped her escape the accusations. Mirina held enough sway in the harem and at court to dismiss any rumors about Saqal and her. A shaky trial and sentence would have a backlash, Zarina said.
The sun was in their eyes. The Three Tiffanys couldn’t scan the steep sides for signs of betrayal.
Saqal had chosen his position well. With his prey blinded, trapping them in the rockslide would be easy. His hand was wet with anticipatory perspiration. Just a little bit further.
J kept considering what would happen if they caught only Saqal? She didn’t think he would give up his lover. And even if he confessed, it would be his word against Mirina’s, and the harem lady would win. Saqal would be executed, and, with Ailyah’s killer found, she would go free.
Could there be a way to have the eunuch return to his mistress, and then catch them in the act? Or would Mirina make sure that didn’t happen? J hated that she had to think like a horrible and traitorous person. She didn’t want to be like that. But she realized it was necessary.
Tiffany Takei’s horse snorted. It was nervous about the steep sides of the gorge.
That was Saqal’s cue! He pushed the rock loose. At first it slid, then it rolled and bumped over the edge. It was followed by the sound of deep rumbling as its brothers and sisters precipitated after it.
Saqal’s eyes shone as the dust from the rockslide danced up from down below. The horse’s panicked neighing made him queasy. He hadn’t expected that. He tightened his jaw. The silence that followed was deafening. Saqal forced a victory smile. He needed to report to his mistress.
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The dust settled. Tiffany Takei, Tiffany Walker and concubine Lelah removed the veils from their mouths and fanned away the last particles still dancing in the air. It had been close. Sultan Farouz’s scouts had earned their pay today by finding the narrow entrance to the cave.
Once they knew Mirina’s trail lead along the gorge, it was obvious: they would be ambushed there. Worse, once they neared it, Tiffany W could see the shape of Saqal’s head bobbing up and down from the ridge above. She looked at Tiffany T and Lelah. She nodded. They nodded back. They beelined to the tight fissure, the horses panicking when the first stones and rocks fell. It still pained Tiffany T. She liked Saqal. Not anymore obviously. What had driven him to this? Tiffany W peeked outside. Then she released the pigeon. It was time for their trap now.
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“What if they are hurt and can’t send the message?” Farouz paced.
His mother felt her heart pounding. So much could go wrong with their plan. In all her years running the harem, the wives would resort to murder? Certainly, there had been phenomenal arguments and deep dislikes. But this? The sultana-mother was aware of Mirina’s power schemes, of course. But these events challenged her imagination. Maybe she should have done more to thwart Mirina’s ploys? No time for that now. Her handsome son needed her. As mother’s do, she held his hand and squeezed.
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J. Tiffany was all set. She felt a pang of something, regret maybe, when she opened the case of her film camera. George Lasky had taken a risk in letting her film b-roll footage of locations for The Sheik, starring Rudolph Valentino. The director was impressed with her footage.
It was then that she fell in love with the sands of the Arabian Peninsula and decided to visit. She would document her travels on film. When she finally managed admittance to the sultan’s palace, she was sold. She held Farouz off when he courted her, of course. But not for long.
J silently turned her camera crank when Saqal came into Mirina’s room. A scribe recorded their conversation. With their passionate kiss, the two conspirators had already sealed their fate. Saqal reported the fate of the three foreign Tiffanys who had corrupted Farouz’s harem.
Despite her tears, J kept filming. Had her two namesakes made it to the cave in time?
Droplets of perspiration appeared on the usually cool-headed scribe’s brow as he took notes on Saqal’s devotion to Mirina: first as she sat on his face, next between her legs.
Mirina’s eyes alerted J. She screamed when she saw a man approach Saqal, dagger drawn. In the confusion that followed, Palace guards arrested the three suspects. J was relieved about the two Tiffanys’ message, and ran to the royal hall to embrace her husband. He held her tight.
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The evidence was damning. Even Mirina’s staunchest allies conceded. Saqal, learning of his mistress’ betrayal, turned on her. It didn’t matter. Their fates were sealed. Tiffany Takei and J. Tiffany Noore wouldn’t attend the the execution because of the usual torture preceding it. They hid in each other’s arms hearing the murderers scream. Ashen-faced Tiffany Walker joined them afterwards. She never spoke of what she had seen, but it was clear she wished she hadn’t. They returned to the royal hall to be rewarded—everyone in awe of their accomplishment.
That night, Farouz started by kissing away Tiffany T’s tears. He held her as she shook in his arms.
“I must be merciless to my enemies, lest they see weakness,” he explained.”
“Yes, my Sultan.”
Farouz then kissed every inch of her back, her legs, her arms, her belly, her breasts. T’s body was tingling with expectation when Farouz finally nuzzled her bush. She shivered when his tongue found her slit. Cupping her dainty tits, she rolled her nipples through her fingers. His passion heated her body to boiling point. His two fingers, bubbled her over the edge.
Farouz kept kissing her clit, tugging it between his lips. He felt T’s hands on the back of his head, pulling him in. Her legs over his shoulders trembled. He counted three peaks before she lovingly pushed him away. T wriggled in the remainder of his pleasuring, feeling at peace.
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J. Tiffany just wanted to feel Farouz inside her and his thrusts against her pelvis. She laid back and closed her eyes, holding her breasts from wobbling too much. His cock’s friction in her pussy was uncomfortable right now. She wasn’t wet enough yet. His loving grunts helped.
J’s head lolled as he banged into her.
“Cum over my tits, O My Powerful Sultan… My beautiful husband.”
His fervor awakened her own. She almost fainted when it overtook her; a fleeting memory of his seed squirting on her breasts. After, she relished his sweet kisses in her neck.
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Farouz realized Tiffany Walker was only using his cock for her own desires. He didn’t mind one bit. W rode him like she’d never done before. He felt her squeeze it each time she squished down. He laid back and merely admired her beautiful boobs, her proud chin, her golden locks.
Her blue eyes pierced into his, her eyebrows shot up, then frowned when she felt her “Oh my stars!” meteorite through her body. She belly-danced on his cock to squeeze out every last sensual shiver and blinked in his loving gaze after she had succeeded. Their kiss was sloppy wet.
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Zarina recognized The Three Tiffanys satisfied faces. She was proud of her son’s adoring gaze on them. They didn’t realize how much they had already changed the harem for the better. The sultana-mother was sure that more was to come. Farouz’s enemies had been silenced for now.
In 1924, three Western women find their way into the harem and heart of the Sultan of Rakal Al Sulem. The three Tiffanys each have their own reasons to stay, but more importantly they all have reasons to work together for the betterment of the sultanate. This is their story.
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The evidence was damning. Even Mirina’s staunchest allies conceded. Saqal, learning of his mistress’ betrayal, turned on her. It didn’t matter. Their fates were sealed. Tiffany Takei and J. Tiffany Noore wouldn’t attend the the execution because of the usual torture preceding it.
They hid in each other’s arms hearing the murderers scream. Ashen-faced Tiffany Walker joined them afterwards. She never spoke of what she had seen, but it was clear she wished she hadn’t. They returned to the royal hall to be rewarded—everyone in awe of their accomplishment.
That night, Farouz started by kissing away Tiffany T’s tears. He held her as she shook in his arms.
“I must be merciless to my enemies, lest they see weakness,” he explained.”
“Yes, my Sultan.”
Farouz then kissed every inch of her back, her legs, her arms, her belly, her breasts.
T’s body was tingling with expectation when Farouz finally nuzzled her bush. She shivered when his tongue found her slit. Cupping her dainty tits, she rolled her nipples through her fingers. His passion heated her body to boiling point. His two fingers, bubbled her over the edge.
Farouz kept kissing her clit, tugging it between his lips. He felt T’s hands on the back of his head, pulling him in. Her legs over his shoulders trembled. He counted three peaks before she lovingly pushed him away. T wriggled in the remainder of his pleasuring, feeling at peace.
J. Tiffany just wanted to feel Farouz inside her and his thrusts against her pelvis. She laid back and closed her eyes, holding her breasts from wobbling too much. His cock’s friction in her pussy was uncomfortable right now. She wasn’t wet enough yet. His loving grunts helped.
J’s head lolled as he banged into her.
“Cum over my tits, O My Powerful Sultan… My beautiful husband.”
His fervor awakened her own. She almost fainted when it overtook her; a fleeting memory of his seed squirting on her breasts. After, she relished his sweet kisses in her neck.
Farouz realized Tiffany Walker was only using his cock for her own desires. He didn’t mind one bit. W rode him like she’d never done before. He felt her squeeze it each time she squished down. He laid back and merely admired her beautiful boobs, her proud chin, her golden locks.
Her bleu eyes pierced into his, her eyebrows shot up, then frowned when she felt her “Oh my stars!” meteorite through her body. She belly danced on his cock to squeeze out every last sensual shiver and blinked in his loving gaze after she had succeeded. Their kiss was sloppy wet.
Zarina recognized The Three Tiffanys satisfied faces. She was proud of her son’s adoring gaze on them. They didn’t realize how much they had already changed the harem for the better. The sultana-mother was sure that more was to come. Farouz’s enemies had been silenced for now.
Hope you enjoyed Season 1. I’ll be starting season 2 soon.
Download | Read the complete first season (10 episodes).
Download | Read the complete first season (10 episodes).
This story is set in the Persian world of the 1001 nights. Merchant Arash Zayed is in love with Rohzin who happens to be a zambānūg—a woman built from magic by Seeress Ruksana and his mother Cyrene.
Merchant Zayed hates leaving his brother behind. The guard’s grasp hurts his arm. The man with the handkerchief shows the way towards an enormous brass door. It screeches open. Arash can also hear gears rattle inside. The guard hands him a torch and pushes him into the cavern.
For some reason, Arash waits until the door bangs shut. He walks on. In his head, he recites the letter he wrote to Rohzin last night. “My star. You brighten my soul. You guide my path to a better self. Your light in the night gives me hope. It gives me courage to move forward.
Fireworks erupt in a chamber to his left. He heads there. In the clearing of the lush forest, two naked women bathe in the stream. Their laughter sounds like glasses clinking. They bloom like youth on the cusp of womanhood; perky breasts exposed, their bush fake-modestly hidden.
His cock awakens, pointing the way. His married friends often told him about the delight of making love to two women at the same time. To be embraced by boobs. Two tongues licking your balls and shaft. The taste of two pussies. Four soft hands caressing their way along your body.
One helps him out of his clothes. The other kisses his chest. In the water, they wash his ass and his cock. Arash closes his eyes. He tilts his head upwards in delight. He gulps and opens his eyes again. A soft light peers from outside in. It looks like a faint star. Rohzin!
Having managed to pry himself loose from the clingy girls, Arash hurries forwards. He ignores the two next chambers. From one he heard music and singing. From the other, sounds of passion hook into his lust. Almost sleepwalking towards them, the image of his bride releases him.
He follows the path to a lake. On a stone in the water, Magali delights at seeing him. The mermaid pops into the water and climbs out onto the shore. Arash is filled with joy to see her. Their embrace leads to a passionate kiss. He revels in feeling her mouth on his cock.
Arash aches at how much he missed her. The mermaid saved his life from a treacherous sea captain. She needed his seed then too. So, he will gladly give it to her now. He loves how her green eyes sparkle. Green? Those are Rohzin’s eyes! He pulls out with a ‘plop’ and runs away.
Retching against a tree helps him regain his senses. What kind of sorcery is this? He locks his mind on the most beautiful recollection of Rohzin’s face. “My star… You give me courage to move forward…” What looks like a last cavern, Arash sees a golden woman on a throne.
He steels himself clenching his jaw. Nothing will lead him astray now. Arash is ready to bark her away, but remembers this is a test. “My dear lady, please. I wish to return to my bride. I no longer seek trade with the Xšāça. I want to go home. “You will have both, Arash Zayed.”
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This story is set in the Persian world of the 1001 nights. Merchant Arash Zayed is in love with Rohzin who happens to be a zambānūg—a woman built from magic by Seeress Ruksana and his mother Cyrene.
Still bleary-eyed from his three-day drunken and self-pitying blur, Merchant Zayed now felt energized again. And he owed it all to the wonderful woman who had come into his life. He would reward her later. But now, he needed to make preparations for a trip to the secretive Xšāça.
Her pomegranate scent, mixed with roses and the wholesome earthiness of her pussy enthused Arash. Not only did he dart the tip of his tongue on her clit, he enveloped it with his lips as well. He looked up and took in the two wobbling mounds rising with her passionate breaths.
He sunk his erect manhood into her folds. Seeing Rohzin’s stiff nipples envigored him. He had stopped counting how many times he had brought his bride-to-be over the edge of lust. And she had enjoyed every splash of his essence on her breasts, her face and in her wet womanhood.
Rohzin is sore, but satisfied with sex. Loving little ants have been tingling in her pussy, her nipples, her breasts for the better part of the night. Straddling his lovely cock, she sees the sun rise outside. Wriggling in circles, squeezing him with her pussy, she orgasms again.
Arash hadn’t known real love and passion before Rohzin. She belly-danced on his manhood. A thousand hands and tongues in and on his legs, stomach, chest, nipples and balls meant only one thing. His jizz geysered out, filling the woman of his heart, and thanking her for her love.
After sharing a bath in his rooms, they lazied the rest of the day away. Rohzin asked Arash abou the Xšāça and why they were so secretive. Zayed told her that they were remnants of an ancient empire that came before theirs. Many merchants had tried to reach them without success.
“How did Parviz and you become familiar with them?” Rohzin asked. Arash grimaced his brother’s name. With a wry smile, he told her about his father’s stories. The Xšāça had held onto their imperial wealth. They didn’t need trade because they had fertile lands and good cattle.
“Parviz stopped caring about them when he left home and started his own trade. I kept looking for anything I could find out about them. There are some eyewitness accounts, but most of these are old—more than a hundred years. And there are reports about caravans disappearing.”
“Disappearing?” “Yes, around the plains of Marvdasht: ancient Persepolis. The emir and others have sent patrols and troops. Adventurers and merchants have attempted to find the Xšāça. No one ever returned. Just stories, my dear. There hasn’t been an expedition for some decades.”
“Are you worried about him?” “I want to believe he deserves what happened, but I can’t. He’s my brother.” Rohzin frowns. Arash kisses her on the lips. “Don’t worry, my love. I will be back for our wedding.” That night, Rohzin prayed for his safe return… and that of his brother.
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This story is set in the Persian world of the 1001 nights. Merchant Arash Zayed is in love with Rohzin who happens to be a zambānūg—a woman built from magic by Seeress Ruksana and his mother Cyrene.
Merchant Zayed locked himself up in his quarters all day. After his brother told him he was visiting the emir, Arash stormed off. Nothing his fiancée, Rohzin, or his mother Cyrene said could lure him out.
Parviz announced that the emir had a “very special trade mission” for him. It was so important that he wouldn’t be able to attend the wedding.
Rohzin had a knot in her stomach. She had given Parviz the tip about the mission. She was sure Arash would hate her. The maybe-bride-to-be decided to consult Seeress Ruksanna. After all, she was her creation.
The air was thick with incense. Ruksanna wasn’t moving. Her head was tilted down over her table. Her hands were decorated with henna: an eye on the backs, vines on her fingers. Falnama cards were laid out before her. Rohzin recognized the WakWak tree, because she liked its name.
The seeress looked up. Rohzin was intrigued by the henna patterns around her eyes. She could almost see the butterflies dart about.
“Soul and beauty of many women, breath of life. Sit down, my child.”
“I’ve come to seek your wisdom, O Seeress.” Rozhin took a deep heavy breath. “In order to save my chastity, I helped Arash’s brother Parviz. If he gains wealth on this mission, my husband will hate me. If some accident befalls him, my husband will hate me. If I tell him about his brother’s advances, they will hate each other.” Rozhin’s voice was cracked.
“Tell me about this mission.”
“Parviz is to establish a trade route with the Xšāça.”
The Seeress squinted. “Is that so? Tell me more about Parviz, his heart, his soul?”
Rohzin told Ruksana everything.
“So, greedy and lustful, like many men.” The Seeress’s purple eyes looked up.
Rohzin’s heart was still thumping when she returned. The servants informed her that Arash was still in his quarters. He had been calling for wine since yesterday afternoon.
She found Cyrene in tears, black streaks running down her cheeks. Would her sons ever get over their feud?
Cyrene couldn’t breathe. She was loosing her sons and now she would lose Rohzin as well. Arash would cast out everything that could bring him joy, starting with the wedding. She only wanted to give him love, and all he found was hate. Darkest of clouds gathered over her family.
‘Trust comes in little steps, and leaves at a horse’s gallop’, the Seeress had said.
“We need to get Arash out of his room first, Cyrene,” Rohzin told his mother. “For that, he must see an opportunity. It will help him push his anger way for the moment. Only then can he move on.”
Rohzin knocked on his door: a self-assured knock. “My love?”
A muffled ‘go away!’ answered.
“What does Parviz know about the Xšāça that you don’t?”
Silence, followed by a less drunk sounding ‘nothing!’.
“So, your brother may not succeed where you could?”
