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Haya.

It was a bright sunny morning in the capital of Maraaish and Haya had woken up early for the first time in three weeks to witness the morning bliss.

Rays of sunshine entered the changing room as she looked at herself in the mirror, making sure that her makeup looked perfect.

On the other hand, she was not so sure about the dresses. These modern yet modest clothes by some famous Mariaaishi stylist wasn't something that she was too fond of at the moment.

Infact, she found the clothes ugly and hideous. She had a wardrobe full of the best clothes and many people at her Beck and call but Amir had personally recommended her and she didn't really want to say no to his choice.

Apparently, she also designed and chose clothes for his sisters. Another reason why Haya absolutely didn't like her. She was not too fond of the way his sisters dressed up.

Maybe, it was because the culture here was so different. Everything was more shiny, more fancy, more golden. Her personal style was too different.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance, seeing the two less hideous than the others clothes that the woman had picked out for Haya to choose. She wanted to burn them both.

She was just about to lose it and ask the team of three people to take the clothes and leave her sight but she felt a knock on the door of the changing room.

She mumbled a soft come in, already knowing who it was. No one else was allowed to enter their personal space without permission.

It had to be Amir.

The Crown Prince entered the room in all his glory, smiling at his wife who was surprisingly awake.

"Good morning! You're back." Haya greeted with a smile, which he returned with just as much love.

It had been three weeks since they had tied the knot and while he had dedicated himself to spend alot of time with her in the first two weeks of their marriage, the third one had been rather busy.

He had a visit to Abu Dhabi planned for two days and while his initial return was to be this evening, he had cut his trip short and arrived back home.

"Assalam alaikum." Amir greeted her back with a Salam, Haya shook her head..knowing how typical it was for Amir to not say a simple hello.

She replied to his greeting anyway, as she always did.

"Walaikum assalam." She murmured, pointedly staring at the three people who were still in the room and witnessing their loving gazes towards each other.

Her stylist gave a sheepish smile, excusing herself and the two members of her team, walking out of the room in a quick rush.

Amir observed the way his wife had stared at them in a not so kind way. It was something he didn't really appreciate.

"That was rude." He mentioned, walking towards his wife.

Haya shrugged her shoulders.

"What was rude? Asking them to leave so I could give you a kiss?" She enquired, wrapping her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her waist.

"You know I'm not the one who has a problem with public Display of affection." She whispered, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

One that he gladly returned.

It was quite different for him this time. Whenever he went on visits, he didn't really have much on his mind other than work but now, ever since his marriage..he knew there was someone to go back home to. Someone who wasn't accustomed to his culture and his country, someone who wasn't even accustomed to be a wife.

He knew she was a big girl and could take care of herself very well. Still, he thought of Haya and if she was feeling lonely on his visit.

He pulled his lips away for a moment, removing his hands from her waist and tracing his finger on her cheek.

"I missed you." He breathed out, observing how his finger now shone with a little bit of golden shimmer due to the makeup on her face.

Haya smiled as he told her he had missed her. Truthfully, she had missed him too. Not so much during the days as she had kept herself occupied but too much during the two nights that he was away.

"Then don't go away for two whole days in the first month of your marriage, baby." She replied with a small chuckle, placing a kiss on his cheek and hearing him nod at her.

"I'll try." He murmured, cupping her cheek as he was about to kiss her again.

Haya put her hands on his chest to stop him.

"No, no more." She denied, seeing a small frown on his face.

"What? What's wrong?" She shook her head. Nothing was wrong. Her lipstick just wasn't kiss proof and she was sure the earlier kiss had already done enough damage.

"Don't smudge my lipstick. I just did my makeup." She looked in the mirror, seeing her upper lip just slightly smudged.

She picked up a tissue and wiped the corners, fixing herself. Her husband only stared at her.

"And why are you looking so beautiful early in the morning?" He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I always look beautiful." Haya defended herself.

She looked the most beautiful in her sleep according to Amir. She always had that soft peaceful smile on her face. There was something so angelic about Haya when she slept, it was a delightful sight.

"Then let me rephrase my question. Why are you up so early today?" He asked again.

"I have an interview." Haya answered, seeing the frown on her forehead.

"An interview?" He repeated, slightly confused.

Haya only nodded, taking a hold of the two dresses placed in the opposite direction.

"Yes. I haven't even picked up an outfit yet. My stylist tells me this one but I really am not liking this Maraaishi stylist. I told you my taste is different and yet you insisted me on this."

"I need to ask mine to come here and save me from disasters."

She mumbled, standing in front of him with both the outfits.

"Anyway, you tell me. This ugly black one that has these puffy sleeves or this grey one that will make me look like a nun."

She complained, hating both of them equally. Amir let out a sigh, picking the clothes in his hand and throwing them on the sofa carelessly.

"Haya, listen." She raised her eye at him, waiting for him to say whatever he had to say.

"You didn't tell me about the interview." Haya frowned upon hearing his words.

"Do I have to? It's not my first interview, Amir. I've been giving them since sixteen." She replied casually, still not understanding where he was going with this.

He took a hold of her hand and nodded.

"I know, love. But you're married to Crown Prince Amir now. It's different."

He tried, Haya shrugged.

"How? I'm still a Princess. I'm still the same person."

"Haya, your name is attached to mine. Can you atleast show me the list?"

"What list?"

"The list of questions."

"Huh?" She stared at him, confused.

Amir gave her a surprised look. Did she not know what he was talking about?

"Haya,"

"Amir," She said in the same tone, with a soft sigh..just as he had taken one.

"Please tell me that you got the list of the questions you're going to be asked in the interview."

Haya let out a small laugh because it almost sounded stupid and foreign to her.

"I've never done that. Literally."

"And then you wonder why the media makes controversial statements about you."

Well, not true.

"I don't wonder that. I give such statements. I'm honest and not everyone likes that." She replied, feeling his hands on both sides of her cheeks.

"My baby," The way he said it, she literally felt tingles all over her spine.

He pressed on her cheek, speaking up.

"When we do an interview, there's a process. We have a media team that goes through the questions, then our assistants go through them and then we go through them."

Alright. She didn't remember her mother ever doing that.

"We know what we're getting into when we give an interview. They must have planned to ask you questions about me, about our Royal family, about how we met, about what you think about the rights here, so many things. What are you going to say?"

He asked.

"I'll go with the flow. I'll try not to say something controversial." She told him, Amir shook his head at her.

"Don't you think it can create trouble for me? I am answerable to alot of people."

She wanted to roll her eyes.

"Amir, you knew who I was when you decided to marry me."

"I am not asking you to not give the interview, love. I'm asking you to postpone it, ask them for the questions and get them scanned."

Jeez.

She had already done her makeup. Besides, she had never really postponed her interviews at the very last moment.

"Or if I don't like a question, I can choose not to comment." She tried.

She wouldn't embarrass him or something. Why was he so insistent about this?

"Haya.. This is important for me."

"But Amir-"

She protested, he let out a sigh.

"A day won't make any difference, Haya."

She shrugged her shoulders, then slowly nodded.

"Okay, fine. I'll postpone it till tomorrow." She decided, even though a few seconds ago she had made up her mind that she wouldn't budge.

That's how easy it was for Amir to convince her.

"Thank you." He kissed the top of her head.

"I love you," He whispered, happy that she had listened to him.

"I know." She smugly said, getting even more close.

"Now can I make up for the two days that I wasn't here?"

Haya didn't think she could ever say no to that.

"I'm all yours."

"Haya," she looked up from the laptop as she heard her husband's voice, his very husky after sleep voice that she absolutely adored.

"Why are you up?" She enquired, since she could see how tired he still was.

Amir gave her a lazy smile as he took a few steps towards her, still shirtless with a trouser loosely hanging below his waist.

Honestly, shirtless Amir turned her on more than anything.

"You weren't by my side." He told her, seeing how she was using the laptop and lounging on the couch casually.

He had expected her to be asleep in his arms since she loved to sleep but she was out here, leaving him all alone in their bed.

"I got my beauty sleep already. Besides, it's still two hours to Dhuhr. I'll wake you up." She told him but Amir only shook his head and leaned against the wall, looking at her.

He wanted to go and find a shirt to wear but he was still exhausted and looking at Haya from this angle was actually quite lovely.

"That's okay. I'm already up." He replied, seeing her stare at the screen again as she read something.

"What are you doing?"

"I got the questions so I'm checking those."

Well, that was quick.

He walked towards her and sat by her side, letting out a sigh.

"There are people who can do it for you." He reminded her but Haya only shrugged her shoulders.

She didn't mind doing such work on her own anyway. It made her feel busy. Especially now, since she wasn't doing any meaningful work.

"I'm the one who has to answer so I might as well check." She told him, reading the questions as she felt Amir nod and lean against her.

"Okay,"

She smiled as his beard tickled the side of her neck and he placed a soft kiss, putting his head on her shoulder.

"Amir, you're still tired. Go back to bed." She suggested.

"I'm fine." He waved her off, closing his eyes with his head still on her shoulder and his feet pulled up.

"How did you meet the Prince?" Haya read out loud, giving him a look as she felt him smile with his eyes closed.

"I taunted him on Instagram." She mumbled with a small laugh, answering the question.

Amir let out a chuckle too.

"And tried to seduce him, the Poor Prince had no choice but to fall for me." He mimicked the same tone Haya had used.

"I can even say that but I don't know how it would reflect on your precious Maraaishi culture." Haya replied, moving onto the next question when she heard no response from her husband.

"How different are things in Maraaish and Buredaan?" She read the next question.

She hadn't seen much of Maraaish so far but she didn't think any country could be better than her homeland.

"Buredaan is better, hands down." She declared, Amir made a sound of protest in his throat.

"I can argue that well." He sleepily murmured.

Haya knew he probably could argue that since he was way too patriotic, just like she was.

"What are you planning to do now? Do you have plans to work for the welfare of people as you did before?"

She read the question, then put her hand on his chin, making him look up at her from a very uncomfortable position.

"I do. Right? I'm just on a break because I literally got married this month."

Amir lifted his head up completely and nodded. He had promised her that they would make good use of her abilities. He wanted to keep that promise.

"Mhmm. Tell me whenever you're ready and I'll figure everything out."

He responded, making Haya grin the widest.

"Okay. You deserve a kiss for that."

She managed to place her lips over his for a mere five seconds but the moment she was about to pull away, the Crown Prince put his hand on the back of her head to stop her from moving away.

She smiled against his lips, feeling her heart flutter as he kissed her with all the passion and love he held within her, all the missing and longing that he felt.

When she had met him and tried to kiss him, he had told her that he was making her sin. It was only now that Haya realised even if he had kissed her that day, it wouldn't have been so passionate and pure. It wouldn't have been straight from his heart, filled with love and peace.

She felt him move against her, pressing himself down on her body and using one hand to put her laptop on the table in a hurry, such hurry that it caused the laptop to create a sound against the table.

Haya felt his weight upon her as he broke the kiss for just a moment, catching his breath.

She put her fingers over her lips, feeling the slight swelling against them as she gazed at him mischeaviously.

"I said a kiss, not a make out session with my laptop carelessly thrown away." She told him.

Amir only stared at her, pulling her shirt above her breasts as he stared at her with a gaze full of lust.

"Sshh."

She was happy to remain quiet if it meant immense pleasure.

They were somewhere in the middle, somewhere between intense lust and incredible love. She had never expected that he would be so good at things like this, since he hadn't really experienced them before.

She had, so she never really expected too much even thought that she would compare him with anyone else.

Sure, he was a Crown Prince. He was better than anybody else that she had dated or been with but when it came to sex, she never really thought that he would be the one so willing and always ready.

She felt his hot breath on her neck, the tender brush of his lips and the way he kissed her on the one spot she was weak at. His other hand slid beneath her waist, holding her in one place.

In such moments, she lost her ability to think. She only felt and felt, untill she wasn't even able to feel anymore.

She felt him move from her neck to her lips again, kissing her like she was the only one that mattered to him.

She felt him press down against her, felt how turned on he was and then also felt his phone vibrate against the pocket of his trouser.

She felt him groan against her lips as he took out his phone and glanced at it for a minute, pulling his head up to read the contact name.

"Ah it's my mother." She felt him say with a sigh.

Haya looked up as well, seeing his mother's name appear on his phone. She clicked her tongue, annoyed by the lack of touch and snatched his phone out of his hand, pressing the red button and ending the call.

Amir looked at her, giving her a look of disbelief.

"Haya," He scowled, she frowned back.

"What?"

"You cut the call." He stated.

She nodded, not understanding what he was so mad about.

"We were about to have sex." She stated in response, calm but confused.

Was he even in the position to talk to his mother? He was breathless and lustful for God's sake.

"How can you just cut the call? It was my mother." He exclaimed, his voice actually got slightly firm and Haya didn't like his tone at all.

"The same way you put my laptop away. Would you have picked up the call in this situation?" She asked, feeling him move away from her.

She sat up straighter as well, pulling her shirt down.

"Haya, you don't cut my phone calls. Specifically my mother's." He stated, not understanding how she could have just taken his phone and cut the call.

He would never do the same to her.

"Why are you so upset about it hmm?"

She had cut her mother's calls several times. She called her back whenever she was free but she didn't think it was even a big deal. Her mother had done the same to her on several occasions. Why did it even matter? 

"Because she's my mother. I always visit her after I come back from any tour and I couldn't do that this time. I wanted to talk to her."

So he would leave her like this and talk to his mother? Was he serious?

"Fine, call her. I never stopped you." She told him, shaking her head.

She couldn't believe he was even complaining about this.

"I don't mind you being a Mama's boy but I am your wife. If you have the right to put my laptop away because you want to kiss, I have the right to cut your phone calls." She told him anyway, hating that their perfect moment was getting ruined by this shit.

"That is different and you know it." Amir said out, disappointed himself. .

She was just about to respond to him but his phone vibrated again and honestly, Haya could have thrown his phone against the wall in that moment.

Amir looked at the screen, then picked up the call.

"Assalamualaikum, how are you mother?"

She rolled her eyes, ready to stand up and go to the room so she could avoid any more argument but knowing that it would be an immature move, she stopped herself.

"I am doing good, alhamdullilah. I just took some rest, that's all."

"Yes, she's fine too." He looked at her from the corner of her eye, feeling her stiffen.

"Ofcourse, we'll make it to dinner."

She noticed the we in his answer and scowled. He hadn't even asked her if she was ready to go to dinner. How could he just say yes?

Haya couldn't help herself as she pulled out her hand in front of Amir, asking him to give her the phone.

He told his mother Haya wanted to talk to her, then gave her the phone.

"Hello, I'm good. How are you?" Haya greeted, her voice soft and respectful.

"Great. I won't make it to dinner though. I'm not feeling well." She denied, seeing how the Crown Prince stood up.

"Oh yes, maybe it's just Maraaish. I'm not used to the weather." She talked, continuing as she heard the woman tell her to visit her once she felt better.

"Yeah, I'll visit you sometime I promise. Take care."

She ended the phone call, putting it on the table and standing up herself.

Her husband looked at her in disbelief.

"Haya, what was that?"

Not even her father had made plans on her behalf. He always asked her about them. And on usual days, she didn't even care about such things but today, he had made a big deal out of something that wasn't even important to her. She wanted to be petty as well.

"What was what? Did you tell me about dinner? Did you ask me if I wanted to go? Don't make plans on my behalf." She stated, exhaling as she didn't want to get angry.

"Can you stop being stubborn?" Amir asked in an angry tone.

Haya crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head.

"No, I can't." She murmured.

The Crown Prince picked up his phone from the table, frowning.

"Astaghfirullah." He pronounced, storming into the bedroom.

"Yes, astaghfurullah indeed." Haya said out loud, making sure he heard her response.

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