Two beautiful young ladies sat in a luxurious garden.
In front of each of them was a bottle of soft drink. Yesmin, with her head lowered, was frowning because of her friend Kubra who had forced her to come there.
Yesmin wasn’t used to such leisure places—she was poor and an orphan. She didn’t like arguments, so she came quietly.
When she raised her head—Masha Allah!—Yesmin was truly a beauty of the highest class. She was neither fair nor dark but a chocolate shade, with small pink lips, golden eyes, and thick eyebrows that almost met. She was beautiful all over, the kind of girl that would make any man turn his head.
As she was about to speak to Kubra, she suddenly heard the sound of trumpets and commotion as someone important approached.
Kubra, in slight panic, whispered:
“Friend, please let’s leave before he comes here. He is not an ordinary man, and when he arrives everyone leaves the garden. His guards have already come out, and he’s about to step in.”
Yesmin frowned and replied:
“Why should I leave because of him? Even if he’s royalty, we paid money to enter here. He has no right to chase people away.”
Kubra sighed, knowing her friend’s stubborn nature. At that moment, Prince Ashman’s car door was opened, and he stepped out. Kubra quickly pulled Yesmin’s hand begging her to leave, but Yesmin refused and crossed her legs to relax. Kubra, frightened, left her alone while Prince Ashman approached.
Clash with Prince Ashman
Prince Ashman walked towards Yesmin with royal poise, signaling his bodyguards to stay back. He looked at her with disdain and spat on the ground before asking in his husky voice:
“WHO ARE YOU?”
Yesmin stared back, frowning:
“I don’t speak English.”
Ashman, surprised at her boldness, thought to himself, “How dare this villager girl defy me?”
He stepped closer and deliberately pressed his shoe onto her foot. The pain and his strong perfume confirmed it was him. Yesmin winced and said angrily:
“Why are you stepping on me? Lift your leg! Don’t you have respect for humanity?”
Ashman scoffed:
“You are no better than an animal.”
Yesmin snapped back:
“Stop! The truly shameless person is you.”
Angered, Prince Ashman slapped her so hard that she momentarily lost balance.
“You dare talk back to me? Do you know who I am?” he shouted.
Holding her cheek in pain, Yesmin whispered:
“Allah is enough for you, oppressor.”
Ashman slapped her again. This time Yesmin, furious, grabbed her drink and poured it on his white suit.
Everyone around gasped—no one had ever humiliated Prince Ashman like that. His anger boiled over as he advanced toward her. Yesmin, realizing the danger, tried to run, but he quickly grabbed her and dragged her to his car. Despite her resistance, he threw her inside and drove away angrily, ignoring the shocked stares of his guards and staff.
Captivity and Confrontation
Inside the moving car, Yesmin panicked, banging on the doors, shouting:
“Let me out! I’m not the kind of girl you think. You can’t take me like this!”
Ashman ignored her, turned up his music, and kept driving until they reached his private mansion—so secret that even the king hardly knew of it.
When he ordered her out, she refused. He dragged her inside and threw her into a room where she hit her head on the floor. Later, dressed in a white robe, he returned and approached her. Terrified, she pleaded:
“Please forgive me. Don’t destroy my honor. Fear Allah.”
Ashman smirked and clapped mockingly:
“You think I’ll defile you? No. You’re not worth it. I only brought you here to wash the clothes you ruined. If you refuse, you’ll stay here as long as it takes.”
Yesmin shouted back:
“Never! I will not wash for a tyrant like you.”
Ashman laughed coldly:
“Then you can spend the night here.”
Eventually, with no choice, she agreed. He threw his dirty clothes at her and ordered her to the bathroom. She washed them in anger and returned them, demanding to leave. He ignored her, poured the dirty water back on her, and locked her inside again.
When finally released, Yesmin escaped with fear and hatred burning in her heart. On her way out, she swore:
“Allah will judge you, cruel prince.”
Ashman only smiled mockingly, but inside he was unsettled by her defiance.
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The Garden Encounter
Two beautiful young ladies sat in a luxurious garden.
In front of each of them was a bottle of soft drink. Yesmin, with her head lowered, was frowning because of her friend Kubra who had forced her to come there.
Yesmin wasn’t used to such leisure places—she was poor and an orphan. She didn’t like arguments, so she came quietly.
When she raised her head—Masha Allah!—Yesmin was truly a beauty of the highest class. She was neither fair nor dark but a chocolate shade, with small pink lips, golden eyes, and thick eyebrows that almost met. She was beautiful all over, the kind of girl that would make any man turn his head.
As she was about to speak to Kubra, she suddenly heard the sound of trumpets and commotion as someone important approached.
Kubra, in slight panic, whispered:
“Friend, please let’s leave before he comes here. He is not an ordinary man, and when he arrives everyone leaves the garden. His guards have already come out, and he’s about to step in.”
Yesmin frowned and replied:
“Why should I leave because of him? Even if he’s royalty, we paid money to enter here. He has no right to chase people away.”
Kubra sighed, knowing her friend’s stubborn nature. At that moment, Prince Ashman’s car door was opened, and he stepped out. Kubra quickly pulled Yesmin’s hand begging her to leave, but Yesmin refused and crossed her legs to relax. Kubra, frightened, left her alone while Prince Ashman approached.
Clash with Prince Ashman
Prince Ashman walked towards Yesmin with royal poise, signaling his bodyguards to stay back. He looked at her with disdain and spat on the ground before asking in his husky voice:
“WHO ARE YOU?”
Yesmin stared back, frowning:
“I don’t speak English.”
Ashman, surprised at her boldness, thought to himself, “How dare this villager girl defy me?”
He stepped closer and deliberately pressed his shoe onto her foot. The pain and his strong perfume confirmed it was him. Yesmin winced and said angrily:
“Why are you stepping on me? Lift your leg! Don’t you have respect for humanity?”
Ashman scoffed:
“You are no better than an animal.”
Yesmin snapped back:
“Stop! The truly shameless person is you.”
Angered, Prince Ashman slapped her so hard that she momentarily lost balance.
“You dare talk back to me? Do you know who I am?” he shouted.
Holding her cheek in pain, Yesmin whispered:
“Allah is enough for you, oppressor.”
Ashman slapped her again. This time Yesmin, furious, grabbed her drink and poured it on his white suit.
Everyone around gasped—no one had ever humiliated Prince Ashman like that. His anger boiled over as he advanced toward her. Yesmin, realizing the danger, tried to run, but he quickly grabbed her and dragged her to his car. Despite her resistance, he threw her inside and drove away angrily, ignoring the shocked stares of his guards and staff.
Captivity and Confrontation
Inside the moving car, Yesmin panicked, banging on the doors, shouting:
“Let me out! I’m not the kind of girl you think. You can’t take me like this!”
Ashman ignored her, turned up his music, and kept driving until they reached his private mansion—so secret that even the king hardly knew of it.
When he ordered her out, she refused. He dragged her inside and threw her into a room where she hit her head on the floor. Later, dressed in a white robe, he returned and approached her. Terrified, she pleaded:
“Please forgive me. Don’t destroy my honor. Fear Allah.”
Ashman smirked and clapped mockingly:
“You think I’ll defile you? No. You’re not worth it. I only brought you here to wash the clothes you ruined. If you refuse, you’ll stay here as long as it takes.”
Yesmin shouted back:
“Never! I will not wash for a tyrant like you.”
Ashman laughed coldly:
“Then you can spend the night here.”
Eventually, with no choice, she agreed. He threw his dirty clothes at her and ordered her to the bathroom. She washed them in anger and returned them, demanding to leave. He ignored her, poured the dirty water back on her, and locked her inside again.
When finally released, Yesmin escaped with fear and hatred burning in her heart. On her way out, she swore:
“Allah will judge you, cruel prince.”
Ashman only smiled mockingly, but inside he was unsettled by her defiance.