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Day twenty-six; Ramadan.....

Zarah's p.o.v

I opened my eyes gently and slowly, all I could see was a blurry world in front of me. I feel a severe pain—an excruciating one on my head, it looked like I'd die.

Wait. Did I die?

What will Safeenah do? I looked beside me, and I could see a tube connected to my hand; it was painful, the tube was red. I followed the tube with my eyes, and I saw a blood pint, hung over the bed I was sleeping, it hit me now. I was in the hospital, I looked at my right and I saw him; He slept next to me like an angel, wait? Was he here all night? I looked at him—his pointed nose, I wished I could just touch his nose—his jawline so perfect, his eyebrows well cultivated, his wicked smile; his imperfect hair making him perfect. His lips were so thin, oh my God, I feel at ease staring at my man. Wait?..... Did I just called him my man?

Yeah, don't blame me, who wouldn't!

"If you're done staring, you can say salaam to me!" Prince Abubakar said with a wicked but handsome smirk. Oh Allah! Was he staring the whole time, I feel like a pervert now.

"How was night, sleeping beauty, "

Sleeping beauty? I couldn't utter a word, I only gave a ecstatic sigh of happiness.

"Mrs Rahman, you should be grateful to Prince Abubakar, he saved your life." The doctor said to me.

"Wait? What did he," the doctor cut me short.

"He gave you some of his blood." The Doctor said in an enthusiastic manner.
"He what?" I muttered.

"You'll be discharge now, always take your vitamin supplement, and you should always eat fruit, from now on, I think you're not in a good shape to fast." The doctor warned me. I wasn't thinking of fasting either, I sighed deeply as the doctor detached the blood from my vein, it hurt for a bit.

He walked out like a professional, he was a professional, because he was bald and he's got a spectacles; I think that is the pure definition of a Medical personnel.

"Now that we are bound by blood," he paused and leaned closer, "will you be mine?" He asked.

I felt like I'll burst, I was red like the most ripest tomato in old McDonalds' farm.

"Yes I will!" I said in ecstasy. If I was an internet freak like Yasmin, I would take a picture of this moment and captioned it; #B.M.W.

"Let's go now!"

"Yeah, let's go." I replied as I stood up and he supported me, I was fully discharged but I was still dizzy, I walked like zombie. I saw my Safeenah waiting; I was excited to see Safeenah, she jumped and hugged me.

I wish everything could be like these forever.

Perfect.

* * * * *

The smell of freshly mowed grass and roses drifted through the window as it mixed with musky perfume, which was burning in an incense burner around the corner. Yasmin sat in front of her Apple laptop, she was on a video chat.

"Girlfriend, it's so awesome, I can't believe you're getting married to the Prince... It's a shame I can't come!" A lady said with a disappointed grin through the laptop.

"Don't worry, it's no big deal." Yasmin said as she brushed her hair layer by layer.

"Wow I'm always jealous of your hair, I love the way it glows." The lady complemented.

    *Priya joined the chat.*

" Thank you so much Ila." Yasmin said.

"Salaam ladies." Priya said with an Indian accent.

"Wa alaykum salaam Priya, how is Pakistan!" Inaya said with an enthusiastic manner.

"Alhamdulilah, so I'm gonna catch the last flight to Dubai, I can't miss my girlfriend's wedding!" Priya said.

"Are you sure Aryan is cool with it? I mean you've got a kid." Yasmin said,

"Yeah! He'll be cool with it, Ila go and get married!" Priya said.

*Ila left the chat room*

"Why did she have to do that always?" Yasmin asked.

"Mum, the samosas are done already!" A childish voice said from Priya's room.

"Is that Kabeer! I wanna see him!" Yasmin said cravingly.

"Not the good time Yasmin,he's got pox, I need to go now—the samosas might burn! Bye Yasmin, good luck, I'm happy for you."

* Priya left the chat room*

"So boring! Ugh!" Yasmin flung her chair backwards and it moved due to the wheel underneath it.

* * * * *

In the Fazza's division, Sheikh Hamdan and Mr. Tariq Al-Futtaim both seated, the Fazza was checking some paperwork while Tariq was scrolling through Twitter.

A notification popped up on his screen.

* New notification from @uthmanyaseer*

Uthman twitted; Prince Abubakar donated blood for personal translator, is there any intimate story or young Fazza is just nice.

With a picture of Abubakar and Zarah, cropped into each other.

"What is this, Hamdan? you need to see this. Your son donated his blood to that same translator, you need to see this!" Tariq demanded.

"What have you seen this time. I always tell you to stop peeking through people's post." Fazza said as he collected Tariq's phone, and he saw the same thing, he was white as sheet.
"You need to call your son and ask him if he really want to marry my daughter or that thing! "

"Alright Tariq, I'll call him." Fazza said as he rolled his eye balls.

Five minutes later, the four of them sat round a table at the Iftar point, Yasmin looked so sad while Tariq looked furious.

"It Mrs Zarah, right?" Fazza asked.

"Yes Abi, she was at the verge of death, I had no choice." Abubakar defended with no regrets.

"Can't she just get blood from the blood bank, or the hospital doesn't have a blood bank?" Tariq asked in with theoretical propositions.

"Fazza.... Abu is giving me emotional breakdown," she paused with a sob,"ask him to choose me, or that thing." Yasmin cried like a five-years-old baby, Tariq patted her hair. "There, There."

"Father, believe me. I don't love Mrs Zarah, she is just a worker I've got responsibilities over." Prince Abubakar said as he felt his lungs would shrink right now due to the sin he just committed.

"He is lying, he told me... He said he love her!" Yasmin protested.

"She is from the slum, she have no dignity, she is a flirt, a gold digger, she can't cook, have you tasted her Mehalbiya?" Tariq pointed out.

"Tariq stop, she's got dignity, she is not a flirt for God sake she is a niqabi!" Fazza said not tolerating what Tariq said.

"Fazza, if the Prince said he doesn't love her, then let send her back to where she came from, send her away, her job is done here anyways!" Yasmin said with a frown.

Abubakar froze on his sit as the Fazza shook his head in positivity, even though it was not winter yet, Prince Abubakar was chill.

"Let's send her home, she's in trouble here any ways, if she's home she'll be safe...." Fazza paused, "Abubakar,you should find a new translator." Fazza added as he faced Abubakar.

Yasmin finally had a grin on her face, with a look that clearly means 'I won these time'.

"She'll be safe, but I won't be. She'll be okay, but I won't be...." Prince Abubakar stood up and froze in his position.  "I love her, father I do." Fazza's eyes was widened in shock and he was too flabbergasted to talk. "I'm in love with my translator, all the paparazzi should come—post it on Instagram, Twitter, Weibo and Facebook; the ruthless engaged Prince is in love with another lady, Zarah!" Prince Abubakar yelled without regrets, and in absolute confident.

Author's note

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