Hey guys. So I kinda forgot my password and I tried everything but eh it's not working. I am kind of upset also, since I really love this account. It has sadkey and humsafar, two stories that are very close to my heart.

I don't know if I'll figure out a way to keep this account or not but for now, i have made a backup account.

Kindly follow it so you can know what's gonna happen lol.

It's @ThatPakistaniGirl

Anyway, here's the next chapter.

I'm on a roll here by the way, I'll be updating agar tum sath ho pretty soon too.

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@Haya : 💫

Haya.

"Hey, ready to leave?" She heard him as he stepped inside her changing room, finding her there as she wore a bracelet on her hand.

Haya turned out to look at Amir, all dressed up for tonight's event.

Her husband stepped close to her, finding himself once again in a trance as he took her in. Her skin was completely flawless, shining with shimmers of gold. Her hair was simply tied around, bringing out her facial features even more, her high cheek bones were highlighted, her cheeks rosy with a hint of peach. Her lips were a light shade of pink, making it too tempting for him to not kiss her. It wasn't all the makeup that attracted her, it was the way her eyes looked in the middle of the room with bright yellow lights.

Her eyes were almost spellbinding. For a moment, Amir was willing to step back..thinking that this was a sin. But it wasn't. Not at all.

She was his wife. She was his.

Her eyes held so much fire and passion, a determination that he felt like was always there, a certain confidence that made her almost sexy. Her eyes shone brighter than usual today and as she blinked her eyes, her long eye lashes fluttered..increasing he beauty that he saw in her.

He hadn't said a single word since he stepped in the room and it was only after Haya asked him, that he actually looked at her body. His eyes had been too fixated on her face before.

"How do I look?"

She had asked, finding Amir's gaze finally lower down. Her dress was long and straight, like a gown. It fitted her body perfectly, so perfectly that it highlighted all of the parts of her body that he wanted to stay hidden.

Her dress didn't really have any sleeves but still, he knew she had put it some effort. He knew that she had worn dresses much different than the ones she wore now and it was all for him.

How could he pout and make a face, knowing that she would be upset the entire night if she felt his displeasure over her choice of the dress?

Amir smiled, using his hand and twirling her around before he stopped and stared at her again.

"MashaAllah. You look breathtaking." He told her, finding a smile creep up on her face as well.

He saw her wedding ring on the dressing table and he picked it up, making her wear it back on her finger as she looked in the mirror for one last time.

"No haram Haya today?" Haya asked playfully, hearing a chuckle from Amir too.

"I can't tell you what to wear. That was our deal, remember?" He responded, his wife only nodded.

Still, she didn't want him to think that she had just worn this dress without thinking about him.

She knew he couldn't tell her what to wear but she also didn't want him to be in trouble all the time because of her. She didn't want him to explain to people why she dressed in this manner where as the women in his country hardly took off their head clothing.

"Yes. Although, I made them stitch up the slit on this gown and my back was kind of open so I got them to add extra clothing. It's just the sleeves, it would have looked really weird if I had got them put on." She told him, almost rambling in her own way.

"And I love this color, you know? I didn't want to change this dress. It was too beautiful." Haya further said, finding Amir only smile at her with so much love and awe in his eyes.

She was about to tell him more but he hushed her, saying her name.

"Haya," She hummed, waiting to hear his response.

"It's okay. You look perfect." He assured her, placing a kiss on her hand because he didn't want to ruin her makeup.

She would get mad.

"There won't be any trouble for you, right?" She still asked, he shook his head.

Yes there would be but you don't need to know that.

"Even if there is, I'll handle it." He murmured, Haya cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Sure?"

He nodded, taking a hold of her hand yet again.

"Haya, you changed your wedding dress for me. I know how much you loved it and you still changed it. That's how I knew you were the perfect one for me."

She didn't know how strongly she felt for him until that day. The fact that he had only shown his dislike and then repeatedly told her that it was okay, even after that Haya changed her dress because she didn't want him unhappy.

"If you can do that for me, then I can do this for you." He stated, Haya nodded.

"Thank you."

He took her hand as they left the changing room and entered the living room of her suite, only to find Haya stopping him again.

"Hey, by the way.." She dragged and he looked at her curiously.

"Hmm?"

"Who are you wearing?" Haya asked, Amir frowned in utter confusion.

"What?"

"Who are you wearing? Like who designed this?"

He stared at her like this was the most difficult question he had ever been asked.

"I have no idea." He replied.

Haya chuckled for a moment before realising that he truly didn't know. Was he really that naive?

"Seriously?" She still mumbled in disbelief.

"Yes." Why did it even matter?

"Turn around." She looked at the back of his suit, finding the brand tag.

"It's Rizwan Khobyani." She told him, wondering how he couldn't have known such a basic thing.

"Okay."

"Who picks out your clothes?" Haya enquired.

She had found heaps of clothes in his wardrobe but she had never really seen Amir talk about any clothes or order any or even talk with his stylist for that matter.

Did he even have that? A stylist? Or what did men have? Clothes guy?

"No one. I just get alot of customised gifts and my mother buys some stuff for me too." He told her.

Haya wanted to roll her eyes. What even was this man?

"So you wear whatever is thrown your away?" She questioned.

Amir thought about it for a moment before nodding his head.

"Pretty much."

"Say Wallah?" She asked him to swear because he was a Crown Prince and people cared about what he wore and who he wore and how he looked like.

How could he not care?

"You want me to swear to God that I don't buy my own clothes?" Amir repeated in amusement, grinning at her.

"I just don't believe it. You're a Crown Prince. You're a Royal. How can you just wear the gifts these designers send your way?"

He cupped her jaw very lightly, eyes crinkling and shining as his dimples poked out.

"Because unlike you Princess Haya, I am not obsessed with clothes and jewellery." He teased, Haya rolled her eyes for real this time.

"Yes, because making yourself look good is such a crime."

She said sarcastically, Amir shrugged.

"What do you do with those clothes?"

He asked about the gifts that they got as Royals. Did she just throw them away?

"I give them away to a charity back home and sometimes to the workers in the Palace."

And if she would really like a piece, then she would wear it. But mostly, she had a designer of her own and a stylist who often got her the best of clothes, customised and made only for her.

"And then you spends countless money on buying your own clothes." Amir remarked, Haya laughed.

"Oh so you've seen my bills hmm?"

"Hard to not notice."

"I told you I'm a spender." She reminded him of those text messages.

"I told you I can get you everything and more."

He shot back, Haya shook her head.

"Show off." She murmured, teasing him as they walked outside of the living room, ready to leave for the event.

"By the way Prince Amir..." Amir turned his head at her.

"Yes?"

"I am getting you a stylist from now on. You're Princess Haya's husband. You need to look good at all times." She told him, The Prince feigned a horrified look on his face.

"Now this is the kind of torture I didn't expect from this marriage."

He mumbled, only seeing a smirk on his wife's face as a response.

"Dad, finally I get to see you. I've been searching for you since the morning."

Haya greeted her father with a sigh as she finally got a glimpse of him. The King smiled lovingly at his only daughter, finding her glowing as he met her.

That's all he ever worried about these days. Her happiness.

And finding her happy with Amir, it was one of the best things in the world for him.

"I know, Haya. I'm here now."

He gave his attention to her but Haya knew that there were way too many people here, important people that her father needed to meet and talk to. She would never be able to have a proper heart filled talk with him.

"In public? No. I'll come to the prayer room after fajr. You'll be there, right?"

She questioned for reassurance. Her father nodded.

"Ofcourse."

He replied and Haya caught a glance of her mother, coming down the stairs. Unlike usual, her hair was not in a bun, neither was she wearing her pearls.

Instead, her mother wore a lilac dress, her hair fell behind her shoulders and her ears adorned diamonds that shone from far away.

She looked beautiful and Haya resembled her today, more than usual.

"Mother looks beautiful." Haya said out loud and heard a tone of agreement from her father.

"She always does." He said, Haya shot him a look.

"Did you tell her that?" She questioned. The King stared at his daughter, casually as he spoke.

"I tell her that every single day." He commented, continuing.

"If your wife is happy with you, your life is quite happy too." He said to her, Haya grinned..feeling a soft touch on the small of her back as Amir arrived next to her.

"Something that I need to learn from you." He stated, looking at her father.

The King smiled, nodding.

"Amir, I hope your stay is pleasant." He nodded.

"Ofcourse, your majesty. I have always liked it here in Buredaan."

Now more than ever. Haya wanted to say but stopped herself.

"Good, I am glad. If you need anything, Yusuf is always there to assist you."

The King looked at his daughter then, speaking up again.

"And Haya as well. If she causes any trouble, you can come to me." Haya gasped, giving her father a look.

"You're supposed to say that to me, not to him." She pointed out, he merely chuckled.

"I don't need to say it to you." Her father replied.

Haya was about to respond but her mother arrived towards them at the same time and she couldn't help but look at her in awe.

"Mummy, you look so beautiful."

Amir truly did not understand her relationship with her mother so far. He understood the relationship between Haya and her father very well. She confided in him, she went to him for advice and even considered him her friend in a way but she had the utmost respect for him and she never compromised on that.

On the other hand, with her mother.. sometimes she would just hang up the phone on her, sometimes she talked to her as if she was talking to her best friend and sometimes she would just say mean things for no reason. He could never really bring himself to understand the relationship between the two.

Sometimes it was mum, sometimes mom, sometimes mummy and sometimes a simple 'mother, don't be so annoying'

Maybe that's why Haya couldn't understand the relationship between Amir and his mother. It was very different from her own relationship.

"A compliment from Haya? Is the day of judgement here already?" Her mother teased in return, using the same words that Amir had used a while back.

"Fine, I take it back." Haya said in response, her mother turned her head towards Yusuf and Sara..who were surrounded by a few of their friends after the engagement had taken place.

"Sara is the one who looks breathtaking, so graceful." Her mother said in awe, Haya rolled her eyes.

"I didn't look at her." She stated, shrugging.

Her father shook his head, not liking the fact that Haya didn't approve of his daughter in law.

"Haya," He tried but his daughter shook her head in protest.

"Dad, please don't." She murmured, continuing.

"I get that Yusuf likes her but I don't. I think there are alot of better girls for him but if she's the one then I'm happy for him."

She further said, telling him that it didn't matter if she didn't like Sara. Her brother did.

It was in that moment that Illyas arrived, greeting Amir and his father before looking at his sister.

"Or maybe it's the fact that you don't want another woman in this house, maybe you're insecure that she'll take your place." He pronounced.

Haya stiffened.

"No one can take my place." She responded, calm.

"And I'm not an insecure person. I'm Royalty, she's not." Haya said, a little smug.

If he was being honest, Amir didn't like the way Haya sometimes thought about herself, like she was better than everyone because she was a Royal. He didn't think that she even knew how proud she was about it but it was there.

He remained quiet though, not willing to speak up in Haya's family matter. It did not concern him. He found out that the King did not interfere as well, he remained quiet in between the sibling argument.

"She will be." Illyas replied, chuckling.

Haya scowled at him.

"Illyas, stop teasing her."

It was the Queen who tried to stop her son but he just smiled at her like nothing was wrong and went onto provoke Haya, just because he knew he was getting on her nerves.

"And she will be the wife of a Crown Prince, just like you. No wonder you're mad." He stated.

"That's not true. I'm glad atleast one of my brothers is getting married. God knows who will marry a bland guy like you."

She shot back, Illyas smirked.

"And I am so glad we got rid of you. Have you noticed how mother's frown lines have disappeared since you left?"

Amir looked at the King and Queen, who didn't interfere at all. He wondered if it was because they wanted their children to realise things on their own or if they were just the kind of parents who didn't want to get in the middle of sibling drama.

Nevertheless, as Amir saw Haya take a step towards her brother..about to lash out on him with all kinds of insults, he simply put his hand on her back again, slightly squeezing it.

Her name was connected with his now. He didn't want any drama, he didn't want people to write about how Princess Haya had a bad mouth or how she had created a scene at her brother's engagement.

Haya felt his touch and already knew what he was asking of her. She tilted her head to look at him and he only gave a gentle smile, but she knew what he was saying through his eyes.

She shook her head and took a deep breath.

"You know what, brother? It's Yusuf's engagement. Let's not create trouble for him." She said to him instead, feeling all eyes on her in just a second.

Her father stared at her in slight surprise, Illyas almost gasped and the Queen raised an eye at her.

Haya rolled her eyes.

Great.

She felt Yusuf arrive near them, greeting Amir and her father before asking them to come along with him.

"Can I have a minute with you two please?"

Haya didn't know what it was about but it definitely screamed business.

"Ofcourse," Amir affirmed, walking with them as his team followed him from a distance.

Haya felt her mother's disappointed stare at Illyas, then at her.

"When will you two be mature and not argue?" She questioned, Haya clicked her tongue.

"He called me insecure." She stated.

"Haya, he's your older brother."

Haya shot her a look that said so?

"And Amir was right there. Illyas, you should mind your tongue. He's not just Haya's husband, he's the Crown Prince of Maraaish first." She scolded her son just as much.

"Thank God Haya kept quiet and didn't scream abuses at the end." She mumbled more to herself than to them.

"Your frown lines are showing, mom."
She murmured, chuckling as the Queen brought a gentle smile on her face in just a moment.

She walked away, shaking her head at her children and meeting the other guests. On the other hand, Illyas looked at his sister.

"I'll go get a drink." He announced, staring at her as she stood in one place.

"Wanna join me, Haya?" He asked, then mocked her with a look on his face.

"Oh wait, you can't."

It took all the power that she had within her to not yell fucking asshole as he walked away from her.

"Why the pouty face?" He enquired the moment he entered the bedroom and found Haya, still dressed the same as before and sat on the bed with a pout on her face.

"It's nothing." She shrugged him off and stood up.

Amir had already showered and changed, he had even dimmed the lights of the bedroom.

"Siblings fight, Haya. It's okay." He mumbled as he sat next to her, touching her knee.

"Yes, but the things he said were wrong." Haya replied, Amir shot her a look.

"You didn't hold back either." He commented.

Haya stared at him. Didn't she?

"I actually did." She reminded him of the fact that she had held back for him.

Amir showed her his dimples.

"And I'm glad that you listened to me." He stated with a grin. 

"You should have atleast let me call him an asshole." She whined, Amir chuckled out loud.

"I didn't want people to know you have a dirty mouth." He told her, Haya rolled her eyes.

"They already know." She shot back, Amir playfully glared at her.

"Well, they shouldn't know how dirty it really is."

Haya groaned at him.

"If this were any other person, I would have said fuck off by now." She mumbled, more to herself than to him but he had heard anyway.

"But I am not any other person. Still, you try and say it and we'll see where we go from there."

He said to her, voice extremely calm and composed.

It wasn't a warning but Haya would be lying if she said she didn't feel a little intimidated by his words.

She swallowed.

"I am not going to say it, Amir." She replied with another roll of her eye, watching as he gave her another smile.

"Good."

"The point is, it's okay to argue with your sibling. It doesn't change anything." He told her.

She already knew that. She would probably go to her brother's room in the morning and spill something on him for fun.

Haya cocked an eyebrow at him. Why did it seem like he was explaining this more to himself than to her?

"Who did you argue with?" She enquired, curious.

Amir let out a sigh.

"Adil."

"Why?"

"He was flirting with your cousin. I told him not to."

Oh for fucks sake.

Was it wise to tell him that she was the one who set them up in the first place?

"But why? I'm sure Aaliyah doesn't mind." She said, watching him shake his head at her.

"I don't want any more trouble, Haya."

She didn't know where he was coming from.

"Why would there be trouble? Let them talk if they want to." She tried, literally mad at him for being an idiot and stopping his brother.

Here she was, trying to get Aaliyah and the Prince to fall in love or something and there he was, trying to stop it from happening.

Amir put his hands on his face and stood up, picking up his laptop and taking the other side of the bed.

"Amir? Why will it be a problem?" She asked again.

He looked at Haya, sighing.

"I'm exhausted, baby. Let's talk about this tomorrow." Amir said instead, knowing that this would probably cause an argument right now.

Haya frowned, watching him open his laptop.

"So you're exhausted and won't talk to me but you'll work?" She questioned, standing up as she crossed her arms.

"No, Haya. I just have to read a few things as they're important." He responded, Haya chuckled in disbelief.

"And I'm not?"

Amir shot her a look.

"Haya,"

"You know you're important, love." She made a face, Amir loved her annoyed, frustrated face.

"Come here." He called her near him, she raised an eye at him.

"So now you'll give me orders hmm?" She mumbled.

"Alhamdullilah for my patience." The Crown Prince grumbled, calling her again.

"What are you doing exactly?" Haya walked towards him, she scooted near him on the bed, her head against the headboard and her body touching his.

"Replying to the UN vice president." She looked at the several emails he had stored, ready to be responded to but he only opened a few marked ones.

"Bridget Jonas? The new one?" Haya asked, remembering the snotty woman.

"Yes."

"I have met her a few times. She's so snobby but gets work done." Haya told him, he looked at his wife in interest.

"Really? I haven't really met her before."

"She gave a few lectures at my University and then I kept in touch with her. She even helped me with a few papers." She told him, Amir raises an eye.. impressed.

"You know alot of people, don't you?"

"Ofcourse. After University, I accompanied my father almost everywhere. I never wanted to be just the Princess, you know?" Amir placed a kiss on top of her head.

Haya was just so complicated, it only made him love her more. She loved to wear expensive dresses and jewellery, she loved to be the centre of attention, she loved to be rebellious but she also wanted to make a name for herself, she wanted to help people, she wanted to create change.

"I know," He whispered, placing another kiss.

Haya smiled.

"I'll go change." She murmured, Amir nodded.

"Okay." She got off the bed, ready to walk towards the changing room but his voice stopped her.

"Haya?"

"Hmm?" She turned around.

"I love that you stopped because of me. And I love how surprised everyone was." He told her, Haya had a glint of playfulness in her eyes as she responded.

"You owe me." She said, Amir couldn't help but nod at her.

"Big time, baby."

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