First, it's Ramadan now. Second, amir is way too pure for me. I can't write smut with him tbh. So basically there's gonna be like references and not an actual scene that y'all can read. Just saying.

Anyway, here's another chapter...

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Haya x Amir

The Princess of Buredaan had her eyes closed, inhaling and exhaling as she heard tiny sounds that disturbed her sleep. Even in her sleep, she knew she was not in Buredaan. She was in Maraaish, in a bed that wasn't hers before this, in a room that she hadn't been in before.

As if the sounds were not disturbing her enough to go back into a deep sleep, she could feel the dim light getting slightly brighter and Haya wanted to scream at the person who was doing that, but she knew she couldn't.

She felt a shadow over her figure and then a hand on her head as Amir sat by his side.

For a moment, he could not even believe that the woman he was so attracted to from the very first day, that woman was now in his bed, by his side.

"Haya, hey.." He shook her in a very gentle manner, his hand reaching up to her hair as he ran it across the silkiness of the black strands.

"Haya, wake up." He tried again and the Princess just groaned out, not understanding why he was even up right now when they had literally just slept a few hours ago.

"Why are you up so early?" She asked, almost complaining with her eyes still closed as she wanted to sleep.

"I had to pray and it's not early."

He had to pray? He prayed like what, an hour ago? She remembered that because while she had chosen not to shower after their well activity and bath properly in the morning, Amir had entered the shower in the very next moment, telling her that he had to pray fajr.

Haya opened her eyes, squinting as she tried to adjust to the light.

"Amir, you just prayed fajr." She said, rubbing her eyes slightly to adjust to the light properly but then she just failed to do so and wanted to sleep.

Haya squeezed her husband's hand, her eyes closed.

"That was hours ago, love. It was time for dhuhr." She heard him say and the endearment got her to smile even in her sleep.

She turned around, humming as she pulled the duvet over herself and took another deep breath, needing to sleep.

She heard a chuckle, an actual chuckle. Like he couldn't believe that she had done that.

"Haya, did you really turn your back and close your eyes again?" She heard him ask in between his slight chuckles.

She suddenly wanted to turn around and see his dimples. Instead, she found his chin above her shoulder, nuzzling.

"Yes. I'm tired. Go away, Prince." She whispered, smiling as his beard tickled the area between her neck and shoulder.

"Go where?"

"Dream land." Haya replied to his question, Amir kissed the side of her neck.

"I think I visited that last night." He teased, remembering the most beautiful night that he had ever had in his life.

The beauty of it was the fact that both of them were lost in one another, it was in no way awkward, if anything..it was breathtaking.

"Yes, and that's why I'm tired. You should be as well." Haya pointed out, not willing to close her eyes.

"I'm actually not." Amir replied, it was her turn to laugh now.

"Shocking, you know..because first time and all." She teased him, Amir made a sound from the back of his throat, putting his hand on her waist.

"Haya, come on. Let's get the day started, okay?"

He tried again. If her eyes were open right now, she would have rolled them..

"You sound like my mother." She stated, he turned her body flat on the bed as she said that, her eyes still closed as she refused to open them because well, she didn't want to wake up right now.

She felt his touch, felt the way his lips lingered on her forehead and then how he pressed them against her head, with such gentleness and love that her heart warmed.

Next, she felt his lips on the tip of her nose, a tiny kiss that had her smiling already.

She found his hands cupping her face, his lips placing a kiss on both of her cheeks one by one.

Finally, she felt the traces of his touch on her lips. She felt his lips come down on hers and how gently they moved against her own, how good he smelled and how much of his emotion he always poured into his kisses and his touch.

It lasted longer than all of the kisses before, like even Amir didn't want to let go. He probably didn't.

As she felt him lean just a little above, enough to have space to breathe but not enough to lose the feeling of her touch, Haya finally opened her eyes and gave him a lazy smile.

The first thing she saw as she opened her eyes were his beautiful dimples, popping out like she was a breathtaking sight for him.

"Well good fucking morning." She whispered, grinning.

Amir sighed.

Here he was, reciting an ayat and blowing it on her.

Haya threw him a kiss, correcting herself before he could even say anything.

"I mean, good morning, assalam alaikum. How are you doing, dear husband?" She asked, all playful and in the mood to tease him.

Amir smiled his most amir smile.

"Walaikum assalam, wife. Come on now, we can have lunch together." He tried to get her up.

"Breakfast?"

"No, lunch."

Haya pouted as she still did not want to wake up.

"Amir," She mumbled his name.

"Hmm?"

"I'll sleep for ten more minutes." She told him, covering the yawn but putting the back of her hand on her face.

"You can sleep more if you're tired, Haya." He responded, getting off her as he wanted her to take her complete rest.

Maybe she was truly tired.

"No, I'll just sleep for ten minutes over there." She pointed towards his chest, Amir gazed at her with confusion.

"Here?"

Haya nodded, pulling out her arms towards him.

"Yes. Hold me."

He pulled her onto him, getting rid of his shoes as he laid on the bed.

"Comfy?" He asked, kissing the top of her head.

"Very."

And Haya slept for an entire hour with a smile on her face, with her head on the Crown Prince's chest and his arms around her.

@Haya : To growing everyday with Grace and pride. Good morning from a married Haya in Maraaish. Sending love back to everyone for their prayers and wishes 💓

"Haya, you do have a phone that you need to pick. Yes?"

She didn't her a Salam or a hello, her mother was already almost scolding her with the sarcasm.

Haya, who was relaxing in the jacuzzi right now only stretched and smiled as she heard her mother's voice on the speaker phone.

"Hello mother. As you know Princess Haya got married two days ago and she was actually having sex with her husband at the time you called. What do you think she should have done?"

She replied in the best possible way that Haya could have replied and heard her mother's groan.

"Haya, Filter."

"I called Mariah and she told me even she hadn't heard from you ever since you arrived in Maraaish."

"As I mentioned earlier, sex and all.."

She said again, chuckling.

"You and your smart mouth, Haya."

"How are you?"

"I'm good, how are you? Settled?"

"I don't know. I didn't really do anything so far." She told the Queen, closing her eyes and enjoying the warm water at the same time.

"And what's the plan for today?"

"We have to visit the Palace today."

"For the love of God Haya, please don't go there half naked to prove a point." She laughed upon her mother's words.

"I wasn't planning to." She assured the woman.

"The Haya from four months ago would have done that." Her mother murmured, the Princess thought she was still the very same person.

Okay, yes. She had done a few things because of her love for Amir but she was still the same person that she had always been.

"I'm still the same Haya." She told her mother.

"We change everyday, don't we?" Her mother reminded her, because she had changed herself in many ways.

The Queen was quite alot like Haya in her good old days, and she had to tone down her personality because of who she was. Now, her daughter was in the same position.

Even if Haya was changing, her mother hoped that it was the kind of change that would make everything better within herself, not make her question it all.

"We grow, yes. But we don't change who we are." Haya argued back..

Her mother wanted to tell her that she didn't think Haya was growing, she was changing.

She chose not to.

"I'll agree to disagree." She replied with a soft chuckle, taking a small pause and changing the topic of conversation.

"You know, your father didn't tell you this but he was so proud of you for the way you changed your mind about the dress." Haya raised her eyes, how did the King even get to know about it?

Had her mother told him?

"He was?"

"Yes. But he was also worried. He didn't want you to do anything because you felt obligated." Haya let out a sigh, ready to argue to defend her point.

"I didn't-"

"I know. I told him that. I said that she did something which the Prince would always remember. She did it out of love and not obligation."

Haya swallowed, the words sounded so heavy. Doing something out of love, making someone happy. At that time, she just did it because she wanted to, like it was an impulsive thing.

"I'll call father in the evening." Haya murmured, not knowing what else to say here.

"He misses you. I miss you."

She smiled, rolling her eyes because she felt a little burn behind them and she didn't want to even feel that emotion right now.

"Don't be a drama Queen, mother. You've lived away from me before." She said with a laugh, her mother clicked her tongue.

"Haya,"

"I know, I do have a heavy heart when I think about you all.."

"But you're happy, right? With Amir?"

Was that even a question?

She had two orgasms last night. Ofcourse, she was freaking happy.

"Ofcourse, I am."

"That's all we want."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Take care."

The call ended and Princess Haya sighed, relaxing in the water even further.

A long black dress, kind of modest but honestly, she felt quite sexy in it at the same time. Her collarbones looked amazing, her head piece had fit perfectly, her lip color made her face glow and everyone around her had been catering to her since the morning.

It was the same treatment that she always got in Buredaan but getting it here in Maraaish, it just meant more.

She stood in front of her mother in law, smiling as the woman air kissed both of her cheeks and stared at her from head to toe.

"Assalam alaikum, how breathtaking you look, Haya. Masha'Allah." Haya only smiled in pleasure, returning the greeting.

She did look breathtaking. She looked breathtaking enough for Amir to tell her that he was getting sinful thoughts and for Haya to remind him that they weren't sinful anymore.

"Walaikum assalam. Thank you."

"I hope you're doing well," She further said, earning a nod from her mother in law.

"I am, alhamdullilah. Are you settled?"

"Yes. Feels like home already." Haya lied.

It didn't feel like home. Especially not the palace, her and Amir's place, that felt close to home but still nothing could beat the feeling of Buredaan.

"So you'll finally meet the entire family today, nervous?"

She shook her head as she walked alongside her husband and mother in law.

Why would she be nervous?

"No. They're just people, right?" Haya asked in a casual tone but Amir nudged her with his arm, drawing her attention back to him.

"They're just alot in number so she's just making sure that you'll be comfortable." He murmured in a soft tone, Haya shrugged.

"I can handle people. You know that."

Well, yeah.

"Come on, your father is waiting in the main hall."

As they entered the main hall of the Palace, a divine and strong scent hit her nose. All she could see was gold and white, along with several people.

Some were sitting on the huge sofas while some stood around the hall, chatting and talking like a normal family. Except that this was a royal and a big ass family.

"You weren't kidding about alot of people."  Haya joked, seeing as all the chatter stopped and the attention was right on her.

"I was not." Amir replied, noticing the way everyone was staring at his wife.

Haya suddenly felt a little self conscious, like she was so different than all of these people.

Usually, being different was a matter of pride for her but not in this moment. Her clothes were different, her facial features were different, her language was different.

She took a soft breath and drew a little close to Amir.

"Hold my hand." She said to him.

Amir could easily do that, but he hadn't really held anyone's hand in public before. Yes, she was his wife but public affection was not something appreciated around the Palace or around his country for that matter.

And yes, she was his wife and it was halal. And yes, it was just holding a freaking hand but something within Amir hesitated and he looked at his wife.

"Haya,"

Haya narrowed her eyes at him.

At this point, she could have asked him to kiss her and expected him to do it because they were fucking married.

"What? You saw me naked last night, you can't hold my hand in front of your family?" Haya enquired, feeling like turning around entirely and judging the life out of him.

Amir only shrugged as if she had a point and stretched out his hand for her to hold.

"They won't bite." He mentioned, holding her hand in a soft and gentle grip.

"If they do, I can bite back." Haya said with a laugh, walking towards the King as Amir made a straight face at her.

"It was a joke, Prince. Lighten up." She nudged him just the way he had nudged her a while back, chuckling as his dimple broke out of his face.

"Father,"

The King looked the same as he did before, only his face showed more happiness than she had seen on him.

He greeted his son with a pat on his back and then Haya greeted him with a smile herself.

"Hello, your majesty."

Okay, so she didn't really know what else to call him.

"Assalam alaikum, Haya. How are you, daughter?" She heard the man reply, reminding Haya that she had to get used to saying Salam everyday.

It wasn't a bad thing either.

"Walaikum assalam. I'm very well. I hope you're fine as well?" She tried to be as graceful and as mannered as she could possibly be, as she had been taught by her father.

She wanted to be her father's daughter for the times where she didn't find anything wrong and unjustifiable happening around.

"I am. The last time you came to Maraaish, you talked to me straight up and talked about your people. That was the moment I realised you were more than a beautiful face."

Okay, so the marriage lecture was about to start right here and right now?

"Haya, life is very short and we're all sinners in this world. We have to do something meaningful before we leave."

She hoped that the word meaningful meant the same for him as it did for her. She hoped it didn't mean popping out babies after marriage or something.

She listened to him with complete attention, a gentle smile and eyes shining as her face glowed like the Princess that she was.

"This part of the world is different from yours. You will love some things about our culture and you will hate some as well."

Her mother had told her the same. She agreed with that. The culture was very different here.

"I hope you will embrace the ones you love and tolerate the ones you hate."

She grinned at his words this time because the King did not sound arrogant or intimidating, he simply sounded like a genuine man trying to pass a message with tenderness.

She understood why Amir was so close with the man.

"I will try my best, your majesty." Haya replied, blowing out a breath.

The King looked at his son as he spoke next.

"And Amir will make sure you are happy here."

Haya smiled, nodding.

"And I will make sure that I make him happy too."

She affirmed sweetly, thinking about how Yusuf would be shocked seeing her so damn mannered and kind.

"Good. I talked with your father this morning and assured him that you'll be taken care of."

"Thank you. That's very kind of you to do."

The conversation lasted for a little more while before the King excused himself to talk to one of his brothers and Haya felt the lack of Amir's touch since he had pulled his hand away to shake with someone she didn't exactly know.

As he turned back around, Amir gestured her to the other side.

"Let me introduce you to my family now. I know you didn't get a chance to meet them properly, neither did they." He told her, walking ahead.

"Come,"

Haya stopped, not moving.

"Amir." She called out his name and the Prince turned, seeing that she was still in the same place as before.

"Hmm?" He threw her a questioning glance.

Haya pulled out her hand in front of him as he stared at her, seeing the way she wanted him to hold it again. She didn't care that the King stood there or that there were several people around.

She was his wife.

The Crown Prince smiled, looking at his father who was quite interestingly staring at the Royal couple instead of talking to his brother this time.

Amir took a step back and held Haya's hand, feeling her smile as she felt the warmth of his touch.

"Come,"

She walked, satisfied.

"I'm sure you talked to all of them at the wedding but didn't pay enough attention."

She didn't.

Either she was looking at Amir or at her own self.

"Yeah, I didn't." She agreed, chuckling.

"The one we're walking towards is my mother, well..the other one. She is my father's second wife. She's the one who gave you the necklace she wore at her own wedding. You remember I told you about her when we visited Maraaish together?"

Yes, she remembered.

She still couldn't understand how they co existed so casually but well, who was she to judge? She had changed her wedding dress three hours before her wedding because her man didn't like it.

"I do. It seems like so long ago."

It had only been months but Haya felt like she had known him since ages.

They stopped in front of an old woman, her head covered with some white hair poking out of it and a fancy grey piece of clothing covered her entire body.

Haya only shook the woman's hands but she pulled her into a hug and the Princess couldn't help but smile.

She didn't like forceful hugs but she was trying to keep an open mind today.

Amir further introduced her to both of his sisters, Najma and Suhoor.

Najma, who was dressed in a long blue gown with a matching head dress and Suhoor, who had an abaya on with heaps of gold jewellery which Haya found rather too loud for her taste.

She had noticed that all the women in Amir's family wore quite a lot of gold. It screamed royalty but she didn't exactly like it for herself atleast.

It was too golden for someone who would rather wear gold heels than a fancy big necklace.

She met two of his brothers, the married ones. None of them even remotely resembled Amir.

Haya pulled out her hand for them to shake as she had already been greeted by the women of his family through actual hugs with two air kisses.

She stared at the taller one, Amir had introduced him as Akbar. He hesitantly looked at Amir and Haya noticed how her husband blinked twice, as if giving permission to his own brother.

She frowned on the inside, seeing how quickly his brother shook her hand and formed a smile on his face.

She saw the same expression with the next one but he shook her hand with much more warmth and genuinely smiled at Haya.

She had already met their wives and well, the bunch of children that they already had at such a young age.

"And this is my youngest brother, Adil."

This time, Haya wasn't the one to pull out her hand but Adil was.

Surprised, Haya pulled out her hand and shook it with a smile. She noticed the way he smiled at her with a certain familiarity.

"He wasn't present at the wedding yesterday." Amir told her, Haya wouldn't know that even if he had been there.

"I was not." Adil agreed, clasping his brother's shoulder.

"But I have met your wife before this."

He told a piece of information that surprised both Haya and Amir. 

"I don't remember meeting you." She pointed out because if she had, she would have known him.

She would have remembered meeting a Maraaishi Royal.

"It was in London. I remember you because you were the most loud one. You critisiced the British monarchy right in front of the Brits and managed to piss them off." 

She didn't remember that either but it quite literally sounded like her.

"Sounds like me."

"You had a friend with you as well, she kept telling you to keep a low profile but she was quite drunk and sort of loud actually."

Probably Aaliyah.

"It was a private lounge and I was very surprised." Adil elaborated, chuckling at Amir.

"You know brother, I was with a British Royal on that day. Your wife said 'Queen Elizabeth is so old but even if she dies, there's no point really. Charles looks even older than her.'"

A laugh broke out of Haya's face as she heard that.

The words definitely sounded like hers.

"And as if I wasn't embarrassed in front of that one already, she further said 'and why are they even royals? They don't even freaking rule here. Come with me and I'll show you actual royalty' "

"And then that friend of her managed to drag her away."

Haya laughed, squeezing Amir's hands.

"I am so special that you managed to remember my exact words after all these years." Haya said to her husband's brother, smugness coating her tone.

"I think Haya is very opinionated about what she believes in and she must believe in that at the time." She heard Amir say.

Haya stared at him and nodded, shrugging her shoulders.

"Oh I still believe in that. What's the point of being a Royal if you can't rule?" She replied, looking at both of them.

"A breath of fresh air in this old place." His brother murmured, grinning at Amir.

"I think you will really enjoy your married life, brother."

And Amir truly hoped that he would.

"InshaAllah."

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