Unknown to him the moment Hamdan left in search of Humeyra, Swafan had excused himself and discretely followed Hamdan. He listened to the subject of his obsession cry and being comforted by her husband.
As the said husband cuddled the sleeping beauty in his arms, the peeping tom felt bile rise from his stomach. He was filled with hate for any man who got near his muse. Yes. That was what she was to him.
She was the ambrosia that was branded limited edition. The senile old man could not take his eyes of the couple. The two looked like the ideal couple even to the man seething with jealous at the door.
He felt tempted to disturb the peace and tranquility the couple had but the part of him that loved his niece stopped him. He loved her not as a relative but as a man loved a woman. He knew that whatever feelings he had for her were a taboo but he had fell in love with her since she held onto his finger the first time he held her.
