Chapter 14 – Together

|| 14. PAIZE 1 ♥ ||

Carrying a drowsy Mohana blanketed in the chunky pink throw, constantly murmuring proceedings about a litigation, Omar rushed them inside a moderately sized residence. “This is not extremely drowsy, this is torturous!” he growled in a strained whisper to the tall young man approaching the hallway to welcome him

Guiding Omar through the mud room, Jasper offered in his own hushed whisper “That’s what Offeapa does, but it works efficiently”

“Definitely efficient in threatening my existence” Omar grumbled in complaint, motioning to the petite editor-in-chief in his arms

“Yet here you are, still surviving and carrying her around” a woman’s stern voice commented from the passage ahead, her snow blue eyes piercing through Omar

“Gioia” murmuring assuredly, Jasper wrapped an arm around Zaniha’s waist, tugging her to himself. Easing the thick tension in the air, he voiced words of comfort “She’s nearly there” motioning to the bundled Mohana whose cheeks were glowing with color

“Ya” forming a mumble only for her husband to hear Zaniha gripped on to his hand. Giving a burning glare to the designer celebrity, she looked away dismissing his presence altogether

Caressing her small back, Jasper guided Zaniha inside the room, whispering encouragingly “It’ll be alright. Let’s get her settled”

On an acknowledging hum, the delectable woman, her dark hair tied in a voluminous top knot, stepped ahead in the dimly lit room to pull at the covers from the bed.

Exchanging a glance with Jasper, following behind them in the room, Omar carefully laid Mohana against the plump pillows. Throwing the coverlet over her shoulders, he gently circled her temple whispering “You’re comfortable?”

Unable to grasp the changes around her, Mohana registered the only voice that mattered. Clasping lightly on to his wrist, she gave a murmur of affirmation “Hmm”

“Am right here and we are together but am going to talk to our friend for a few minutes and then we’ll come back to our case, alright?” whispering gently to the drowsy woman, hovering above her as she lay reclined, Omar stood nearly paused, for the other couple in the room to share a bemused glance.

On a light stir as Mohana turned to face him, increasing the distance between them, Omar stepped a few good inches from the bed. Reviewing his tall frame slightly bent sideways, his hand in captivation of smaller ones, Zaniha bubbled with annoyance. Turning around to her husband, she furiously whispered “What is he doing?”

“Gioia, dolcezza, let’s cut him some slack” Jasper coaxed, assuredly blinking his eyes he caressed her back

Missing the hushed exchange between the couple, Omar glanced around them, checking on the baby boy “Jehan?”

“Asleep. Must take after someone who likes taking naps” Zaniha bit out the words, painfully looking at Omar as she approached his side

“Yeah, it was a long journey and what better use of my time” Omar offhandedly shrugged as Zaniha felt for Mohana’s forehead to interpret her temperature

Seemingly almost in partnership to his words, a low hum came from Mohana, making Zaniha quickly pull her hand away and glance at her husband. The room fell silent, as they all waited for any other input, but Mohana chose not to elaborate further

Partially easing the faint grip Mohana had on Omar’s hand, Zaniha took hold of her wrist, lightly pressing a thumb to capture the pulse. Omar stood indifferently besides them, not paying any specific heed to the unwell Mohana who was now weakly latched on to his hand with only one of hers.

Heaving a sigh in surrender, Zaniha spoke to the tall looming designer celebrity “Sit down”

In sync with his wife’s near command, Jasper hinted with a light nod of his head for Omar to take seat besides Mohana. But stretching their loosely locked hands, Omar held rooted to his conviction “I’d rather not. I’ll have to leave, I have a few things that need looking into. She had two spurts of freezing chills one likely for six-ish minutes and then another for less than a minute”

Visibly upset Zaniha glanced at her husband in a furious complaint. Assuring her with his eyes, Jasper spoke to Omar “Besides those two instances she’s been maintaining her temperature?”

Frowning at the unsaid exchange between the couple, Omar explained “Ya, that’s what it looks like. But she’s.. this is a mess. No one can handle this and it’s been way too long. I don’t think she’s getting what she wants..” he ran a jagged hand through his hair “..I just need some sort of confirmation that this is going to get over soon and the babies are going to let her recover fine”

“What?!” Zaniha blurted in utter surprise, her beautiful blue eyes filled with disappointment as she dismissed the designer celebrity once again to look demandingly at Jasper

“Dolcezza, we didn’t get a chance to discuss this. There’s a possibility that there might be an expectation of a baby. I suggested Vepaz but Cart confirmed from Omar that there wasn’t an inclination towards it” Jasper attempted to ease the shock that shone on her face

But blatantly overriding any calming effort Jasper was attempting to establish, Omar provided a correction “Babies. Likely multiple. Maybe twins. We haven’t told anyone yet, I only had Jasper confirm if nothing would interfere with her recovery”

Staring at the dainty wrist in her fingers, Zaniha glanced at the unwell Mohana who lay resting against the plush pillows, her eyes swooped close. Frowning deeply, Zaniha looked up at Omar Shaan in complete disbelief “She’s not expecting a baby”

“It doesn’t show this early in the pregnancy” Omar rattled off, informing on his hard earned knowledge from the passerby folks in the Sarrata campus

Glancing helplessly at her husband Zaniha nearly scowled at Omar who still stood inclined sideways, his hand entwined in a loose grip with Mohana. Conflicted at his confidence, she challenged “And you know?”

“Yeah. Of course. Who else would know except the both of us” Omar stated without a doubt

Giving him a light nod, Zaniha shared her medical insight “Alright. Sure. Mohana is on a path to recovery but it is significantly delayed. There are many parts to it and you will be blamed for all of them. If you had a head on your shoulders you would not have kidnapped her”

“I didn’t literally kidnap her” Omar defended and on the low hum of approval “Mmm” which instantly came from the dozy Mohana, he glanced at Jasper expectantly

Instead Zaniha glared at him in response “Exact same words! No wonder you and Liam are friends! And Jasper may have sided with him, but he isn’t going to side with you at all. Because as it happens, while you were taking your never ending naps and refusing to read any messages, I had enough time to convince my husband!”

Omar looked between Jasper and Zaniha “You can’t do that just because he’s your husband. That’s not fair, Jasper has to stay unbiased. I didn’t kidnap her, that wasn’t the point”

“It’s not unbiased if he is siding with you. If you didn’t kidnap her, where is Ethan?” Zaniha smirked extremely proud of her achievement in countering the opposition

Taken aback Omar disdainfully repeated the name “Ethan?! Who cares where Ethan is! I am here”, “mm yaah” a whisper accompanied with a pleased sigh escaped Mohana, almost supporting her abductor’s claim

Halting their back and forth, everyone’s attention got focused on her again but breathing in a gradual rhythm she remained silent, contributing nothing additional

“Unless the editor-in-chief for Sophista has given you the role of her steward, Ethan is in charge of taking care of her” Zaniha relayed with a sugary smile

Glancing at Jasper, Omar attempted a conviction “But even Jasper doesn’t approve of Ethan”

Zaniha looked at her husband with a deep frown but Jasper coaxed “I won’t side with him, overall. But where Ethan is concerned, I don’t really have an option”

She protested her stand “What is wrong with all the men I know! Ethan is the most caring..”

“No, Gioia..” Jasper interjected pulling Zaniha in the circle of his arms “..don’t, he’s out of scope. Let’s focus on our culprit. Omar, has become a kidnapper, he didn’t read your message and you’re upset from him”

“Ya!” Zaniha’s complaining eyes turned back at Omar “It’s all because of you! The temperature variations strengthen yinar, these spells of freezing shudders are weakening her response and further delaying the recovery”

Omar outrightly landed his refusal “We’re not managing these drugs anymore, there has to be another way than giving her more doses to get out of this ridiculous freezing phase”

“The meds provide her with the aminos which release energy to strengthen her and their main undertaking is to ensure recovery can be enabled. She doesn’t need more drugs in her system” Jasper clarified, soothing Zaniha’s hand coaxing her to go easy on their identified culprit

Heaving a displeased sigh in his embrace Zaniha pouted in complaint to her husband “Jas, he kidnapped her”, “He’ll fix it, gioia” Jasper persuaded her within their own whispers

Turning around to face Omar, Zaniha spoke dejectedly “Get into a habit of sleeping less and reading important messages. She needs heat”

Omar incredulously looked between Jasper and Zaniha “Of course she needs heat, she’s nearly freezing cold”

|| 14. PAIZE 2 ♥ ||

“Think through your head! She needs heat! How could’ve a baby gotten in her?!” Zaniha retorted in response, throwing her head back she sank in her husband’s arms, leaning on his chest on an audible displeased huff

Exchanging a quick glance with Jasper, Omar shared agreement “Sure. Yeah. Heat. Got it. because she is cold. But she’s drowsy, I won’t let her go through the whole baby making process like this”

On an upset pout Zaniha turned in Jasper’s embrace looking at him with complaining eyes and he hastily whispered a consolation “It’ll be fine”

Glancing at Omar, Jasper explained “If Mohana was home that is what she would have preferred to go through. But let’s say because of all that there is, she has Homela to help gain some warmth and Offeapa will ensure her body gets ample rest. From here, we want to avoid the drastic skews in temperature and give it some more hours. Drowsiness is only one of the side affects”

“What are the..” Omar started to say, but his words got interjected on a small murmur of dissatisfaction from Mohana “Mhh”

The hushed whispers in the room came to a pause again to ensure Mohana wasn’t encountering any additional discomfort in her unwell state. On a weak sigh, scrunching her dazzling silver eyes open, she repeated this time “Mhh?” her focus trained only on the handsome man besides her

Hovering above her, gently stroking her head, Omar whispered “Hey, get you anything?”

Her lashes swooped lower as she mumbled her response “Hmm yooh”, dozily tugging on to Omar’s hand, but in turn her frail body got shifted to the edge of the bed itself

Cupping her face tenderly Omar whispered “We’ll leave, mo chroí”, “Yah” glancing into his black raging depths she affirmed her want, giving him a small smile, shuffling to place her face on his palm

Omar remained kneeling besides the bed, as he whispered to Jasper “Side affects? What else should I know other than this drowsiness?”

Jasper gave him a smile “You’ll discover them. They vary for everyone, though I can’t even share hints given the criteria that I am not siding with you on anything besides that steward. But you should know, even if she’s not home, the meds are in favor of her”

“How long are you not siding with me? I can always send Ethan to check on Zaniha” teasing Jasper, Omar fluidly lifted Mohana in his arms to hear an approving hum from her

Jasper lightly chuckled “Nah, that man is not stepping in my place, no condition whatsoever. But I’d suggest you to stay over, get some rest, you need it”

Stealing a glance at the delectable woman in his arms, Omar confirmed “I’ll be alright. There are few things pending and I don’t know how comfortable she’ll be..”

“Mhh?” an upsetting hum from Mohana halted his whisper. Sheathed in her pink blanket, lightly pressing her palm on his chest, she caught hold of Omar’s tshirt with shy fingers, forming her delirious complaint “noh. rufff”

“I’ll sort it” Omar assured the dainty woman who heaving a sigh snuggled closer despite the bothering elements in way of her soaking his strength

Zaniha looked at Omar with raised eyebrows, then in wordless despair she sought assurance from her husband, who caringly whispered “Gioia, doll, he’ll take care”

“It’s not me..” Omar rushed to defend the rough claim “..that’s not what happened, I mean not along those lines, because she’s unwell, but. but she’ll tell you when she recovers”

“Sure. She’ll have a lot to tell when she recovers. I guess, we’ll wait to congratulate both of you, together, for the babies” Zaniha forced a smile, possessively leaning her weight on Jasper as he kept her bound to himself

“Yeah” mumbling his agreement Omar intended a rush to his escape. Accompanied by Jasper, he stepped through the room making way to the hallway, when lightly shifting her cheek on his chest, Mohana murmured “mmh..aarr..d”

“Good luck explaining that one” Jasper light heartedly chuckled

On a low spirited shake of his head, Omar dejectedly sighed “Yeah, I’ll fish out my attorney cap”


Reclined against the tufted upholstered headboard in the nearly darkened bedroom, fingers entwined in her golden tresses, Omar gave another order on his digital gadget. In response to his commands while he received confirmations from the other side of the connect one after another, he also got ample dozy responses from the Sophista editor-in-chief contently resting on his bare chest.

All along keeping Mohana bound to himself through the endless cold phase, Omar tackled a flurry of undertakings, letting only a single concern remain unresolved, that of him being hard.

After much coaxing she had complied to eating bits of food, while drowsily engaging with him on a variety of topics, from her to-do list of work related tasks to all the places she planned to visit in her lifetime. Managing the world around them, repetition of changing her clothes, taking washroom breaks, convincing her to keep wearing her tshirt, among all the other antics had fallen in ease with him.

“..samples for all the possibilities you can think of” Omar added for the voice on the other side to confirm “Yes, Omar”

“Hm yaah” participating in her own conversation with Omar, blissfully climbed atop him, Mohana confirmed from her side as well

Disconnecting the line, Omar flipped the digi on the other side of the bed. Glancing at the delicate woman snuggled into him, his fingers halted from twirling a golden lock to circle her temple, his thumb lowering to delicately trace her chiseled eyebrow “When you recover, we’ll have everything solved, for right now”

“Mmhh ya” acknowledging him, she lightly shifted to lean on the support of his muscular arm to look up. Her cheeks blazing a crimson hue as she managed to whisper her docile query about their kissing promise “ evv..ery..where?”

The grip on her waist tightened, but his majestic voice was calm “We’ll discuss all that there is to this pineapple in a while”

In a state of peaceful happiness, being bound in his embrace yet not approving the idea of his set forth conditions of waiting, Mohana fidgeted to untangle her frail hand from the jeans belt loop to trace his sharp v muscle line “But..I want yooh”

“Am here mo stór” Omar confirmed, quickly seizing her hand from waltzing along lower on his abdomen

“Mmh?” she whispered looking into his eyes, daring to inform him of her impending wish “..kiss?”

“We are together, you and I, that’s all that matters” he established placing her palm on his heart, though waiting to capture the enthralling sparkles in his black eyes, Mohana scrunched hers to pick on any remote glimmer but the orbs remained pitch dark, much to the displeasure of her heart

Slipping her fingers from his hold, Mohana reached to touch the corner of his thick black lashes, declaring with certainty “Mine!”

Tenderly circling her temple, Omar murmured in return to her whisper “Hm. Mine”

“Mmm..yah” smoothing her fingers gently, she glided them across his lids making them swoop close, finally relieving him of his strenuous guard

Giving in to her feathered caresses, Omar slipped them lower on the bed, tugging her adamantly closer to himself “We want to sleep?”

In the backdrop of the black silken bedsheets, securely enclosed in the circle of his arms, Mohana warmly glowed, snuggling into him “Yah. To..gether”


Rhythmically breathing on his chest, arm hooked around the neck, Mohana slept hugging the man of her dreams. Sprawled across her waist, Omar’s arm had disbarred most of the fabric from between their torsos, leaving her scrunched tshirt only to serve as a barrier for keeping her breasts covered. His hand on her thigh held her leg in place, which had determinedly climbed beyond the thick denim jeans to rest across his bare v muscles.

Fervidly inhaling the distinguished blend of musk and cedar fragrance, Mohana attempted to press on to the powerful strength under her, but the solid surface refused to cave in. “Mmh” murmuring her dissatisfaction she crinkled her eyes open in attempt to create a pillowy indent. Faintly absorbing the presence of the man she clung onto, an elated smile tugged across her lips.

In extreme delight she inched away to gaze at the fast asleep, magnificently striking designer celebrity in complete adoration, murmuring unbelievably “Sooo hann..dsumm”. Ecstatically snuggling back into him, relishing the coziness, Mohana blissfully smoothed her cheek against his pristinely carved chest “Sooo hot!”

“Hey.. you’re up?” the raspy murmur made her cheeks deeply blush, flutter of butterflies promptly emerging on listening to the velvety masculine voice so close to her.

Gushing with happiness Mohana shyly held onto her lower lip moving almost atop the figure she hugged, joyfully charmed with her own dream, relishing in the warmth of her stuffy, when the thought paused her.

Her plush Polo not only seemed rock hard under her touch but blazing warm than ever. Having glanced at the swooped down eyelashes, those that had been exceptionally thick and long, Mohana gulped, getting uncertain of whatever object she clung onto. Her heart started to apprehensively thud in her chest, mainly because Polo always had his large black eyes open.

Pursing her lips, she nervously held on to her breath, certain that she only wanted to be with Polo, she attempted to test a theory: even if a particular pair of eyes had appeared somewhat closed, her stuffy would never be able to talk back. On that thought, she dared a tentative whisper in the dark room “Polo?”

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