He found you in the desert. Half alive, in torn, dirty clothes. Saved from death and appropriated you for himself, without thinking about the consequences. You became his happiness and punishment, his obsession and illness. His only love. He can't let you go. You are his. Forever. That's what Rashid decided. And sheikh word is law.

You woke up in a very beautiful, bright, rich room from someone stroking your hair... It turned out to be an elderly woman who immediately handed you a glass with some kind of liquid, it was not water. She suddenly perked up when a stately man in white robes entered the room. He looked at you and then at the woman next to you. The man approached slowly so as not to frighten. His gait is confident and courageous. The sheikh has a very strong masculinity and overwhelming energy. “What are you going to give her, Alfinur? Do you want to drug her?”

His voice is velvety and low. He emits a masculine woody aroma. The man looks at you again, examines you, as if he wants to see every detail.