Silence fell over the place. No one could move for almost three minutes. Slowly, Smart drew a deep breath and exhaled. Then he turned and looked at his parents, who still stood frozen in shock. What they were witnessing was unbelievable.
Smart’s voice trembled slightly as he spoke.
“Mom… do you have another son apart from me?”
At that moment, she also inhaled deeply, regaining her senses. She fixed her gaze on him and whispered as if struggling to speak.
“That is exactly the question I should be asking you. Who is he? Where did you find him? Why does he look exactly like you?”
It was difficult for her to even move her lips.
“Mom, I don’t know him. I just saw him enter my bedroom trying to take my doll, so I stopped him.”
Confused, she replied,
“Omerish, how can you say you don’t know him? We found him inside your room. Please, before my heart gives out, tell me who he is.”
---
King Zuhair felt completely overwhelmed. In the entire world, there was no ruler more feared than the Black Tiger. He knew the terrifying stories about him, though he had never seen his face before. He had heard of King Lucian, famously known as the Black Tiger. The former Black Tiger, Lucian’s father, was also once known by that title. King Zuhair had only heard stories about the father and did not know that he was dead and that his son had taken his place.
The thought that this merciless, fear-inspiring ruler, with an incredibly powerful army, looked exactly like his son Smart shook him to his core.
Mom stared intensely at Black Tiger’s face. Deep in her heart, she felt certain he was her son — her own blood. But the question troubling her was how he could possibly be her son. She knew Smart was her first child. It couldn’t be that he was younger than Smart.
Unless…
They were twins.
Identical twins — just like Omaid and Obaid.
Suddenly, her head spun as her sharp mind reached that conclusion. She held her stomach and stepped back slowly. Her voice came out faint and distant.
“He is my son… If I am correct, he is your twin brother.”
King and Smart immediately turned to look at her.
“Mom, what are you saying? Do you mean… he is my brother?” Smart asked, trying to stand up.
“That is exactly what I mean, Omerish,” she replied. “I always knew something was wrong. When I was pregnant with you, remember that every scan showed nothing inside my womb. They said there was no baby… later they said it was only fluid causing my stomach to grow. We even traveled to Dubai, and still they could not see a baby inside me. When doctors wanted to remove the fluid, they found nothing there. Don’t you remember? We never truly saw what was inside me until I gave birth.”
She looked at King with tear-filled eyes. King nodded slowly while staring at Black Tiger, still shocked by the discovery.
He remembered clearly how difficult Smart’s pregnancy had been. There were countless complications and mysterious occurrences. Mom nearly lost her life several times. The pregnancy constantly seemed like it would fail, yet by God’s will, Smart was born safely.
There had always been something unusual about that pregnancy… something extraordinary.
---
Meanwhile, Black Tiger’s soldiers were repairing the destruction they had caused, following Smart’s earlier command. Within a short time, they cleared the roads and began fixing everything they had damaged.
King sank deep into thought. If Mom had truly given birth to twins, how did the people who helped deliver the baby never realize it?
Chuchu’s mother had supervised the delivery back then. She had been present the entire time. How could she not have known?
But then King remembered that she had been sick during that period, suffering severe pregnancy illness. She was not fully present during the delivery.
Something was definitely wrong.
And now, King began suspecting Mamah.
---
“Daddyn Zunaira, please say something. Tell me this is my son!” Mom pleaded. “I have no sister or female relative whose child could resemble Smart. Yah Muhammad has never had children. Yah Omar and Abu Abdussalam all married and had children after me. So whose child could this be?”
King stepped closer and embraced her gently.
“Rahilarh… he is truly your son. Blood never lies. As his father, I can feel it. He is Omerish’s twin brother.”
Mom released a heavy sigh as tears rolled down her cheeks. Slowly, she walked toward Black Tiger, who was lying unconscious.
---
At that moment, Black Tiger began to regain consciousness. The moment he felt his mother’s touch, his heartbeat returned to normal. Slowly, he opened his fiery red eyes.
Mom gasped and quickly withdrew her hand.
Before anyone realized, Black Tiger stood up.
King, despite his courage, felt fear run through his veins. There was no kindness, no mercy, and no trace of faith in Black Tiger’s expression. His anger was terrifying. Veins bulged in his eyes as he breathed heavily like someone about to explode.
His eyes locked onto Smart without blinking.
Mom tried to speak to him, assuming she could calm him like Smart, not knowing that Black Tiger’s cruelty surpassed even King Zuhair’s strength.
Before she could speak, Black Tiger suddenly grabbed Smart and threw him violently onto the damaged sofa.
Mom screamed in shock.
Like lightning, Black Tiger appeared again in front of Smart, attempting to attack him. King tried to intervene, but Black Tiger grabbed his throat and began choking him.
Smart, without hesitation, rushed forward and punched Black Tiger behind the ear, forcing him to release King.
Enraged, Black Tiger turned toward Smart and attacked again.
Mom, trembling with fear, rushed between them, begging him to stop and not kill his brother.
Black Tiger turned to attack her too — but the moment their eyes met, he froze.
It felt like cold water had been poured over his burning heart.
He had never seen her before, yet something inside him stopped him from harming her.
Mom continued pleading, hitting his arm lightly, begging him to spare her son.
Without realizing it, Black Tiger released Smart. Smart collapsed, coughing violently.
---
Despite everything, Black Tiger refused to accept them as his parents. He insisted that his only father was the one who had raised him — and that man was dead.
The family decided to give him time while gathering proof that he was truly their son. The fact that Smart’s fingerprint could unlock Black Tiger’s system proved they were identical twins. Even their DNA would be identical.
But Black Tiger still refused to believe.
---
Eventually, he carried Pretty over his shoulder and prepared to leave. Smart tried to stop him, but Mom ordered him to let Black Tiger go with her, believing he would not harm her if he was truly her son.
Reluctantly, Smart obeyed.
Black Tiger left the kingdom with his warriors. For the first time in history, he ended a war without destroying an entire empire — and it was all because of Mom. Something about her stirred emotions deep within him.
---
Meanwhile, Smart left the room overwhelmed with sadness. King went to discuss the destruction caused by Black Tiger, while Mom went underground to gather her forces.
---
Black Tiger was known for caring deeply about orphans and protecting them. He had raised many orphaned children himself. His intelligence and leadership skills made his empire powerful and self-sufficient.
It took the Kingdom of Power almost two weeks to repair the destruction Black Tiger caused in less than two hours.
Elsewhere, Zarina and her forces were preparing for a massive war against King Zuhair.
---
The big questions remained:
How would King and Mom convince Black Tiger that they were his real parents?
What truly happened during Mom’s pregnancy?
Why was she deceived?
Who orchestrated this injustice?
And how did Black Tiger leave the Kingdom of Power in the first place?
After the evening prayer, Hoorain and his family broke their fast at Papa’s house. Later, Hoorain followed Rishan to his bedroom, avoiding Ude because of unresolved tension between them.
Papa had long suspected that Ude was not the real King Omerish, but he lacked evidence. After discussing with Hoorain, he advised him to subtly distance himself from Ude by showing dissatisfaction whenever they acted wrongly.
Although confused, Hoorain trusted Papa’s wisdom and agreed to follow his advice. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something dangerous was unfolding around him.
Ga fassarar turanci mai kyau kuma mai sauƙin karantawa (novel style, smooth storytelling) na rubutunka. Ban yi word-for-word ba, amma na kiyaye ma’ana da yanayin labarin:
---
He turned his gaze toward her and said coolly,
“Are you serious… she really looks like me?”
She nodded immediately before replying,
“You two really look alike. But honestly, she’s even more beautiful. Just look at her… it feels like she shaped her own beauty. From what I can see, she has a kind heart. The way she entered my heart instantly… and look at how her face glows — it shows she’s a good person.”
She finished speaking while turning elegantly to look at Mommah.
(You know those who truly follow Allah and His Messenger… you will notice a special glow on their faces. They carry a radiance of faith, and they easily win people’s hearts. Try your best to be a good person so you may succeed in this world and the hereafter. I will never stop encouraging goodness because I want us to meet again in Paradise and be among those blessed with mercy.)
Deep inside his heart, Black Tiger felt a strange calmness when Sweetie spoke so beautifully about Mommah. He didn’t understand why, but it made him unexpectedly happy.
You know people say blood is never a joke — only blood could explain the invisible connection between Black Tiger and Mommah. Even though they didn’t resemble each other strongly, Sweetie felt as if she could already see the bond. A mother’s connection is never ordinary.
---
Silence filled the place for almost five minutes as they listened to King and Mommah’s conversation. Black Tiger did not understand Arabic, but Sweetie did because it was the language spoken in the forest where she grew up.
Calmly, he asked,
“You can understand what she’s saying?”
She nodded, her eyes still fixed on King watching Mommah. Suddenly, she became confused because she realized King and Mommah also shared a resemblance. After all, Mommah was King’s uncle’s daughter — they shared the same bloodline.
He watched her silently, waiting for translation.
She understood and said,
“She told Daddy Omerish that since everything has already become complicated, he should just tell them everything that happened. She said they would forgive him, and she believes Omerish will understand.”
King responded to Mommah, and Black Tiger again turned to Sweetie for translation.
Softly, she said,
“She said: ‘In Sha Allah, I will tell you everything. Call Omerish when you leave because I want to speak with him. Also gather all my children tonight; I have something important to discuss with them. Lastly, we must find out how Omerish’s brother left our hands. Which maid was with Aleenarh at that time?’”
Mommah remained silent briefly before saying,
“If he is truly my son, then we don’t need to search for a way to bring him home. He will return by himself. After all, we did not bring him here — Allah brought him to us and showed us he is alive. I trust Allah completely. I know He will never disgrace me. Anyone who trusts Him is never put to shame. My son will return to me, In Sha Allah.”
---
As Sweetie translated, Black Tiger stared at her lips, amazed by Mommah’s strength and absolute faith in God. Deep inside, he wondered why those who truly believed in Allah carried such confidence.
(And I tell you — in this world, Allah is the only One you can trust completely. He never disappoints. He gives endlessly, forgives endlessly, and never grows tired of helping His servants. That is why believers place their confidence in Him without fear or doubt.)
He admired Sweetie’s bravery. She spoke fearlessly in front of anyone. Her confidence fascinated him. Now he also saw that Mommah possessed the same courage and faith. His heart refused to reject her words. Slowly, he began to wonder if they were truly his parents.
---
Almost whispering, he asked Sweetie,
“If I asked what you think exists between me and those people… what would you say?”
She paused briefly before answering,
“If I guessed correctly… I would say that man is your father, and that woman is your sister.”
“Your reason?” he asked, glancing sideways at her.
She replied carefully,
“That man truly feels like your father. I can sense it from the way you resemble each other. And that woman resembles him, which means she is his daughter. Maybe she’s the firstborn and you are the second. But one thing is certain — you share a very strong connection.”
Her words sank deep into his heart. Though he tried to resist believing Mommah’s claim, Sweetie’s explanation stirred something inside him. For the first time, he felt compelled to investigate the truth about the man who raised him.
---
They stared at each other unknowingly, sharing a calm and gentle gaze that neither could explain. The silence between them stretched for nearly five minutes. Without realizing it, he leaned closer until their breaths mixed.
Sweetie, nervous by his closeness, whispered,
“Can I leave now, Big Bro?”
Her lips moved softly as she spoke, and he felt an intense urge to kiss her. Yet he restrained himself. He had always believed he would never lower himself for any woman. He was a powerful king, and he never allowed emotions to control him.
Even though he had felt the urge to kiss her several times before, he always stopped himself.
When she tried to speak again, he quickly placed his finger gently on her lips, stopping her words. He feared losing control if she continued speaking so closely.
She trembled slightly, causing him to withdraw his hand immediately, shocked by his own reaction.
She quickly moved past him and left the room without looking back.
---
But he couldn’t stop watching her. As she reached the door, she suddenly found herself pulled back into his chest by his magic. Shock filled her eyes.
He slowly brushed aside her golden hair to see her face clearly. When she stared at him like someone lost in a trance, he gently blew cool air across her face. She closed her eyes weakly and nearly collapsed, forcing him to hold her against his chest.
She could hear his heartbeat pounding violently.
Softly she said,
“Big Bro… I’m sleepy. Please let me go.”
---
Her voice reminded him of Pretty’s playful tone earlier. It seemed he had a weakness for soft, affectionate voices. Just like Smart was drawn to Pretty’s sweetness, Black Tiger felt something similar stirring inside him.
Still, he controlled himself.
She repeated softly,
“Big Bro… please let me go sleep.”
He shook his head like a stubborn child, refusing to release her. Instead, he gently ran his fingers through her hair, something he deeply loved.
Her body reacted instantly, goosebumps spreading across her skin. She quickly tried to free herself, forcing him to release her to avoid breaking his personal vow.
She ran out of the room, heart racing.
---
Back in her room, she performed ablution and lay on her bed, smiling unconsciously as she remembered what happened between them. Unknown to her, Black Tiger stood watching her reflection in the mirror, deeply affected by her smile.
Eventually, he went to sleep as well — but Sweetie filled his thoughts. Unable to resist in his dreams, he finally kissed her in his sleep, hugging his pillow as if it were her.
Ronnie later entered the room for Fajr prayer and found him murmuring Sweetie’s name while holding the pillow tightly.
Laughing mischievously, Ronnie teased him, unknowingly ruining his dream. When Black Tiger woke up and realized Ronnie heard him, embarrassment and anger filled him — though he hid it.
---
Ronnie left happily, planning to dress Sweetie beautifully just to disturb his brother’s peace further.
Meanwhile, Black Tiger felt sudden stomach pain and rushed toward the bathroom, struggling to walk properly.
Silence fell over the place. No one could move for almost three minutes. Slowly, Smart drew a deep breath and exhaled. Then he turned and looked at his parents, who still stood frozen in shock. What they were witnessing was unbelievable.
Smart’s voice trembled slightly as he spoke.
“Mom… do you have another son apart from me?”
At that moment, she also inhaled deeply, regaining her senses. She fixed her gaze on him and whispered as if struggling to speak.
“That is exactly the question I should be asking you. Who is he? Where did you find him? Why does he look exactly like you?”
It was difficult for her to even move her lips.
“Mom, I don’t know him. I just saw him enter my bedroom trying to take my doll, so I stopped him.”
Confused, she replied,
“Omerish, how can you say you don’t know him? We found him inside your room. Please, before my heart gives out, tell me who he is.”
---
King Zuhair felt completely overwhelmed. In the entire world, there was no ruler more feared than the Black Tiger. He knew the terrifying stories about him, though he had never seen his face before. He had heard of King Lucian, famously known as the Black Tiger. The former Black Tiger, Lucian’s father, was also once known by that title. King Zuhair had only heard stories about the father and did not know that he was dead and that his son had taken his place.
The thought that this merciless, fear-inspiring ruler, with an incredibly powerful army, looked exactly like his son Smart shook him to his core.
Mom stared intensely at Black Tiger’s face. Deep in her heart, she felt certain he was her son — her own blood. But the question troubling her was how he could possibly be her son. She knew Smart was her first child. It couldn’t be that he was younger than Smart.
Unless…
They were twins.
Identical twins — just like Omaid and Obaid.
Suddenly, her head spun as her sharp mind reached that conclusion. She held her stomach and stepped back slowly. Her voice came out faint and distant.
“He is my son… If I am correct, he is your twin brother.”
King and Smart immediately turned to look at her.
“Mom, what are you saying? Do you mean… he is my brother?” Smart asked, trying to stand up.
“That is exactly what I mean, Omerish,” she replied. “I always knew something was wrong. When I was pregnant with you, remember that every scan showed nothing inside my womb. They said there was no baby… later they said it was only fluid causing my stomach to grow. We even traveled to Dubai, and still they could not see a baby inside me. When doctors wanted to remove the fluid, they found nothing there. Don’t you remember? We never truly saw what was inside me until I gave birth.”
She looked at King with tear-filled eyes. King nodded slowly while staring at Black Tiger, still shocked by the discovery.
He remembered clearly how difficult Smart’s pregnancy had been. There were countless complications and mysterious occurrences. Mom nearly lost her life several times. The pregnancy constantly seemed like it would fail, yet by God’s will, Smart was born safely.
There had always been something unusual about that pregnancy… something extraordinary.
---
Meanwhile, Black Tiger’s soldiers were repairing the destruction they had caused, following Smart’s earlier command. Within a short time, they cleared the roads and began fixing everything they had damaged.
King sank deep into thought. If Mom had truly given birth to twins, how did the people who helped deliver the baby never realize it?
Chuchu’s mother had supervised the delivery back then. She had been present the entire time. How could she not have known?
But then King remembered that she had been sick during that period, suffering severe pregnancy illness. She was not fully present during the delivery.
Something was definitely wrong.
And now, King began suspecting Mamah.
---
“Daddyn Zunaira, please say something. Tell me this is my son!” Mom pleaded. “I have no sister or female relative whose child could resemble Smart. Yah Muhammad has never had children. Yah Omar and Abu Abdussalam all married and had children after me. So whose child could this be?”
King stepped closer and embraced her gently.
“Rahilarh… he is truly your son. Blood never lies. As his father, I can feel it. He is Omerish’s twin brother.”
Mom released a heavy sigh as tears rolled down her cheeks. Slowly, she walked toward Black Tiger, who was lying unconscious.
---
At that moment, Black Tiger began to regain consciousness. The moment he felt his mother’s touch, his heartbeat returned to normal. Slowly, he opened his fiery red eyes.
Mom gasped and quickly withdrew her hand.
Before anyone realized, Black Tiger stood up.
King, despite his courage, felt fear run through his veins. There was no kindness, no mercy, and no trace of faith in Black Tiger’s expression. His anger was terrifying. Veins bulged in his eyes as he breathed heavily like someone about to explode.
His eyes locked onto Smart without blinking.
Mom tried to speak to him, assuming she could calm him like Smart, not knowing that Black Tiger’s cruelty surpassed even King Zuhair’s strength.
Before she could speak, Black Tiger suddenly grabbed Smart and threw him violently onto the damaged sofa.
Mom screamed in shock.
Like lightning, Black Tiger appeared again in front of Smart, attempting to attack him. King tried to intervene, but Black Tiger grabbed his throat and began choking him.
Smart, without hesitation, rushed forward and punched Black Tiger behind the ear, forcing him to release King.
Enraged, Black Tiger turned toward Smart and attacked again.
Mom, trembling with fear, rushed between them, begging him to stop and not kill his brother.
Black Tiger turned to attack her too — but the moment their eyes met, he froze.
It felt like cold water had been poured over his burning heart.
He had never seen her before, yet something inside him stopped him from harming her.
Mom continued pleading, hitting his arm lightly, begging him to spare her son.
Without realizing it, Black Tiger released Smart. Smart collapsed, coughing violently.
---
Despite everything, Black Tiger refused to accept them as his parents. He insisted that his only father was the one who had raised him — and that man was dead.
The family decided to give him time while gathering proof that he was truly their son. The fact that Smart’s fingerprint could unlock Black Tiger’s system proved they were identical twins. Even their DNA would be identical.
But Black Tiger still refused to believe.
---
Eventually, he carried Pretty over his shoulder and prepared to leave. Smart tried to stop him, but Mom ordered him to let Black Tiger go with her, believing he would not harm her if he was truly her son.
Reluctantly, Smart obeyed.
Black Tiger left the kingdom with his warriors. For the first time in history, he ended a war without destroying an entire empire — and it was all because of Mom. Something about her stirred emotions deep within him.
---
Meanwhile, Smart left the room overwhelmed with sadness. King went to discuss the destruction caused by Black Tiger, while Mom went underground to gather her forces.
---
Black Tiger was known for caring deeply about orphans and protecting them. He had raised many orphaned children himself. His intelligence and leadership skills made his empire powerful and self-sufficient.
It took the Kingdom of Power almost two weeks to repair the destruction Black Tiger caused in less than two hours.
Elsewhere, Zarina and her forces were preparing for a massive war against King Zuhair.
---
The big questions remained:
How would King and Mom convince Black Tiger that they were his real parents?
What truly happened during Mom’s pregnancy?
Why was she deceived?
Who orchestrated this injustice?
And how did Black Tiger leave the Kingdom of Power in the first place?
After the evening prayer, Hoorain and his family broke their fast at Papa’s house. Later, Hoorain followed Rishan to his bedroom, avoiding Ude because of unresolved tension between them.
Papa had long suspected that Ude was not the real King Omerish, but he lacked evidence. After discussing with Hoorain, he advised him to subtly distance himself from Ude by showing dissatisfaction whenever they acted wrongly.
Although confused, Hoorain trusted Papa’s wisdom and agreed to follow his advice. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something dangerous was unfolding around him.
Ga fassarar turanci mai kyau kuma mai sauƙin karantawa (novel style, smooth storytelling) na rubutunka. Ban yi word-for-word ba, amma na kiyaye ma’ana da yanayin labarin:
---
He turned his gaze toward her and said coolly,
“Are you serious… she really looks like me?”
She nodded immediately before replying,
“You two really look alike. But honestly, she’s even more beautiful. Just look at her… it feels like she shaped her own beauty. From what I can see, she has a kind heart. The way she entered my heart instantly… and look at how her face glows — it shows she’s a good person.”
She finished speaking while turning elegantly to look at Mommah.
(You know those who truly follow Allah and His Messenger… you will notice a special glow on their faces. They carry a radiance of faith, and they easily win people’s hearts. Try your best to be a good person so you may succeed in this world and the hereafter. I will never stop encouraging goodness because I want us to meet again in Paradise and be among those blessed with mercy.)
Deep inside his heart, Black Tiger felt a strange calmness when Sweetie spoke so beautifully about Mommah. He didn’t understand why, but it made him unexpectedly happy.
You know people say blood is never a joke — only blood could explain the invisible connection between Black Tiger and Mommah. Even though they didn’t resemble each other strongly, Sweetie felt as if she could already see the bond. A mother’s connection is never ordinary.
---
Silence filled the place for almost five minutes as they listened to King and Mommah’s conversation. Black Tiger did not understand Arabic, but Sweetie did because it was the language spoken in the forest where she grew up.
Calmly, he asked,
“You can understand what she’s saying?”
She nodded, her eyes still fixed on King watching Mommah. Suddenly, she became confused because she realized King and Mommah also shared a resemblance. After all, Mommah was King’s uncle’s daughter — they shared the same bloodline.
He watched her silently, waiting for translation.
She understood and said,
“She told Daddy Omerish that since everything has already become complicated, he should just tell them everything that happened. She said they would forgive him, and she believes Omerish will understand.”
King responded to Mommah, and Black Tiger again turned to Sweetie for translation.
Softly, she said,
“She said: ‘In Sha Allah, I will tell you everything. Call Omerish when you leave because I want to speak with him. Also gather all my children tonight; I have something important to discuss with them. Lastly, we must find out how Omerish’s brother left our hands. Which maid was with Aleenarh at that time?’”
Mommah remained silent briefly before saying,
“If he is truly my son, then we don’t need to search for a way to bring him home. He will return by himself. After all, we did not bring him here — Allah brought him to us and showed us he is alive. I trust Allah completely. I know He will never disgrace me. Anyone who trusts Him is never put to shame. My son will return to me, In Sha Allah.”
---
As Sweetie translated, Black Tiger stared at her lips, amazed by Mommah’s strength and absolute faith in God. Deep inside, he wondered why those who truly believed in Allah carried such confidence.
(And I tell you — in this world, Allah is the only One you can trust completely. He never disappoints. He gives endlessly, forgives endlessly, and never grows tired of helping His servants. That is why believers place their confidence in Him without fear or doubt.)
He admired Sweetie’s bravery. She spoke fearlessly in front of anyone. Her confidence fascinated him. Now he also saw that Mommah possessed the same courage and faith. His heart refused to reject her words. Slowly, he began to wonder if they were truly his parents.
---
Almost whispering, he asked Sweetie,
“If I asked what you think exists between me and those people… what would you say?”
She paused briefly before answering,
“If I guessed correctly… I would say that man is your father, and that woman is your sister.”
“Your reason?” he asked, glancing sideways at her.
She replied carefully,
“That man truly feels like your father. I can sense it from the way you resemble each other. And that woman resembles him, which means she is his daughter. Maybe she’s the firstborn and you are the second. But one thing is certain — you share a very strong connection.”
Her words sank deep into his heart. Though he tried to resist believing Mommah’s claim, Sweetie’s explanation stirred something inside him. For the first time, he felt compelled to investigate the truth about the man who raised him.
---
They stared at each other unknowingly, sharing a calm and gentle gaze that neither could explain. The silence between them stretched for nearly five minutes. Without realizing it, he leaned closer until their breaths mixed.
Sweetie, nervous by his closeness, whispered,
“Can I leave now, Big Bro?”
Her lips moved softly as she spoke, and he felt an intense urge to kiss her. Yet he restrained himself. He had always believed he would never lower himself for any woman. He was a powerful king, and he never allowed emotions to control him.
Even though he had felt the urge to kiss her several times before, he always stopped himself.
When she tried to speak again, he quickly placed his finger gently on her lips, stopping her words. He feared losing control if she continued speaking so closely.
She trembled slightly, causing him to withdraw his hand immediately, shocked by his own reaction.
She quickly moved past him and left the room without looking back.
---
But he couldn’t stop watching her. As she reached the door, she suddenly found herself pulled back into his chest by his magic. Shock filled her eyes.
He slowly brushed aside her golden hair to see her face clearly. When she stared at him like someone lost in a trance, he gently blew cool air across her face. She closed her eyes weakly and nearly collapsed, forcing him to hold her against his chest.
She could hear his heartbeat pounding violently.
Softly she said,
“Big Bro… I’m sleepy. Please let me go.”
---
Her voice reminded him of Pretty’s playful tone earlier. It seemed he had a weakness for soft, affectionate voices. Just like Smart was drawn to Pretty’s sweetness, Black Tiger felt something similar stirring inside him.
Still, he controlled himself.
She repeated softly,
“Big Bro… please let me go sleep.”
He shook his head like a stubborn child, refusing to release her. Instead, he gently ran his fingers through her hair, something he deeply loved.
Her body reacted instantly, goosebumps spreading across her skin. She quickly tried to free herself, forcing him to release her to avoid breaking his personal vow.
She ran out of the room, heart racing.
---
Back in her room, she performed ablution and lay on her bed, smiling unconsciously as she remembered what happened between them. Unknown to her, Black Tiger stood watching her reflection in the mirror, deeply affected by her smile.
Eventually, he went to sleep as well — but Sweetie filled his thoughts. Unable to resist in his dreams, he finally kissed her in his sleep, hugging his pillow as if it were her.
Ronnie later entered the room for Fajr prayer and found him murmuring Sweetie’s name while holding the pillow tightly.
Laughing mischievously, Ronnie teased him, unknowingly ruining his dream. When Black Tiger woke up and realized Ronnie heard him, embarrassment and anger filled him — though he hid it.
---
Ronnie left happily, planning to dress Sweetie beautifully just to disturb his brother’s peace further.
Meanwhile, Black Tiger felt sudden stomach pain and rushed toward the bathroom, struggling to walk properly.