Arabian Pleasure:

By: Melfina61

Disclaimer: check out the lyrics chapter and the prologue.

A/N: Hey you guys. For all those who took the time to read the prologue, thank you all so much. I would really like some reviews however, just let me know what you like or don't like. Easy on any flaming though ok.

~Chapter 1~

It was such a beautiful day. The sun was up shining and smiling upon the lands below. The marketplace was full of busy people trying to buy and sell whatever, this glorious day had to offer. Music was flying from the homes of families to the ears of the diverse people passing thorough the market. It was indeed a glorious day, but not nor Samira. All she could see in front of her was the prison that awaited her in the future to come. A future with a husband she did not know nor love for that matter. What had she done for Allah to give her such punishment? Was it punishment in his eyes? Well it certainly was in hers. She had to figure out a plan to get out of this situation…but what? Praying silently to Allah for protecting and guidance, she looked at her father standing next to her. He hadn't converse with her since the entire day, and she hated having her father this way.

Sighing she straightened her veil and looked forward as the doors to the Rebarba Winner's home opened and a nice looking manservant, whom introduced himself as Mohammed, showed them in. What a home it was! More like a palace actually. The walls were beautifully decorated with a nice camel colour and magnificent paintings of ancient Arabia hung gracefully along the never-ending stairwell. A grand chandelier hung in the middle of the lounge, creating the illusion of stars sparkling throughout the entire palace of a home. On the floor were beautiful Persian rungs, and pillars standing at each opening. This was one beautiful home, Samira thought, a home that she will soon live in. Mohammad called for a manservant to take Samira to a little sitting room while Abdul and her future husband discuss the upcoming event in the study.

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Sitting in the study, Quatre looked at his future father in law as he discussed the conditions of their marriage, it was hard for him to believe it himself, but he had to go through with this marriage no matter what his feelings suggested. Besides, he needed someone to run the house while he was away on business. Most of all, he wouldn't mind having someone to warm his bed at nights when he was home. Allah. The 'old' Quatre wouldn't even think of such things in that way, but this wasn't the old Quatre.

"Well, I hope to Allah that you are right about your daughter. I need someone who can run my home, especially while I'm away, who is a good mother, if we do have children and of course who upholds to our traditional ways. Can you promise me that?" Quatre asked Abdul in a business-like manner. Which was ironic, since this the biggest business deal he ever made in his entire life.

"Yes of course, Allah blessed me with such a daughter and you will be content. She will be a good wife to you, providing that you will be a good husband." Smiling at Quatre, Abdul patting him on the back. "You are a good man Quatre, I know that in time my daughter will see it as well, you will make her happy and that makes me happy." Interesting, Quatre thought, so his future wife was not happy with the match, not matter, if she liked the idea or not he didn't care. It wasn't uncommon that the wife didn't like her husband, in their customs, besides all she would be to him was a simple housewife and mother. That would be her duty after all.

Abdul was very happy with this match, but now it was time for Quatre to meet his future wife. So he called Mohammad and asked him to bring his daughter into the study. Abdul had to try hard to conceal the extent of his happiness; he just knew that Quatre would love Samira on sight.

Quatre sat waiting patiently, the sooner that happens the sooner he could get back to business. But he wasn't prepared for what he just was about to see. Quatre almost bolted up from his seat for he was struck by something so profound, so unbelievable, and who happened to be standing at the entrance of his study…his future wife.

~TO BE CONTINUED~

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