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Haya x Amir

"Tonight was wonderful, Haya. You can't imagine how happy I am."

She felt his hot breath fan her face as his lips grazed the skin on her forehead.

She felt warm, hearing him confess that he was happy. That was all she intended. She simply wanted the both of them to be happy, to be consumed within one another.

"You are?" She still asked, hoping to listen to him express himself some more.

"Yes. You got along with my family, you spent time with them, you were okay with sharing me with them. I've never felt more at peace than I did tonight."

Haya smiled.

She didn't really think she had to share Amir with his family. But she had realised that his family was a part of his being. It would be unfair to expect him to let go of it all.

She wouldn't let go of her family for his sake. How could she expect the same from him?

And honestly, she hadn't really expected that in the first place. All she had ever wanted was some space.

But then again, he had left the Palace and bought a separate home for her sake. He had left a home he lived in for decades.

He missed his family and they probably missed him too. She could relate to that feeling all too well.

"I'm glad." She murmured, looking up.

"But I managed to drag you away before twelve for a reason, yeah?"

She joked, remembering how she had bid everyone a goodbye in hurry as the clock struck eleven. She wanted to be home, alone with him.

"I only wanted you to myself." Haya said, still tasting the chocolate in her mouth as they had just finished eating the lovely chocolate cake.

It was special too. It wasn't bought from some fancy bakery, it wasn't large or anything. It was a belgian chocolate cake, prepared by the house staff.

Haya knew Amir fancied the simpler things, unlike her. Besides, they had already cut the fancy cake back in the Palace.

"I'm all yours." Amir gestured towards himself, hearing Haya say that she wanted him all to herself on his actual birthday.

She shook her head and gripped his shirt.

"No, I am. All yours."

She affirmed, kissing his mouth.

"You are so special to me, Amir. So fucking special." She whispered against his lips, feeling him cringe slightly as he heard her curse.

Haya let out a laugh.

"Yeah, sorry but my love comes with cursing so you just deal with it, yeah?"

He nodded.

"I'm trying." He joked, she shrugged and continued to talk.

"And I know I say it quite often but I don't think I even knew how selfless and giving love could be until I met you."

He could never remember her selfless act of giving up her favourite wedding dress, the one she had spent hours on making sure it was the right choice. It was the most selfless she had ever been. She had thought about his feelings, his complications instead of her choice.

"If this were some other person, I would have thrown a crazy birthday party. I would have like shaken the entire city up but I know that's not you.." She told him.

He knew very well that it was true.

Just a few hours ago, her brother had told him the story of his last birthday with Haya. She had bought a yacht for him in Greece, since he had been there for a business conference.

She had flown his closest friends and arranged a party that Illyas didn't even think was possible to have on a yacht.

She made such days special for the people she loved. She could have done so much more for Amir but she knew what he had truly wanted.

"And I never imagined a simple dinner with family for someone's birthday, yet..I was so happy seeing your fucking dimples at the dinner. It was like, it's all worth it."

She gushed, he simply stared at her.

"And I know I can give you all the expensive gifts in the world but they won't really matter so I did something that I thought would mean way more to you."

She told him, walking away from him as she went inside the bedroom and opened her side drawer.

Amir followed her inside, standing near the bed as she turned around and found him.

"What did you do?" Amir asked, staring at the envelope in her hand.

"Here," She handed it over to him.

He pulled the paper out from the envelope, frowning in confusion as he saw his own name on top.

Amir Bin Abdullah Charitable Trust and Orphanage.

"I opened an orphanage under your name in Buredaan. Every child who gets to spend a good life there, will remember and thank you."

He felt his ears heat up and his mouth dried as he heard Haya.

"If they manage to be religious, they will pray for you every day and night. I think this is the kind of gift you truly deserve." She said, as she felt the silence.

"And I know, I could have opened it in Maraaish but then you would've known easily and I didn't want that. I wanted it to be a surprise."

She further said, trying to fill in the quiet as he hadn't said a word and was simply staring at the paper, then at her.

"Around a hundred and fifty children are already admitted here. I'll show you the pictures and videos tomorrow. They're truly precious."

She let out a sigh, still not hearing anything from. Haya swallowed, a little nervous.

Did he like it too much or did he not like it? How could he not like it though?

"You can say something now. You like it, yeah?" She squeezed his arm, snapping him out of his constant stare.

"Haya, what in-?" She raised her eyes, grinning.

"If you say fuck, I'll be the happiest freaking person on earth." He shook his head, letting out a shaky laugh.

"Astaghfirullah." He muttered, pulling her close to him.

"What in God's name goes on in your head? How can you be so thoughtful? What did I even do to deserve you?"

He asked, she bit her lip because she almost felt shy.

She always felt too good for him, always felt like he deserved someone who was just as religious, who didn't really have to put in so much effort to be decent enough for her husband at all times.

She knew she was the woman countless men desired, the kind that made them stare for more than a few seconds, the kind that made an impression which always lasted in their heads.

Still, with Amir..it felt different.

"So I'm guessing you do like my gift."

"It's the best gift I've ever received." The Crown Prince revealed, Haya fake frowned.

"I thought I was the best gift." He shook his head.

"No, Haya. You aren't a gift." He denied, closing her mouth with his own hand as she was just about to say something in protest.

"You are a blessing." He stated, removing his hand and kissing the top of her head.

"Thank you." His voice was filled with gratitude. She hugged his waist and shook her head at him.

"Never thank me, I'm just happy that you're happy." She gushed, her hand grazing his beard as she loved the pure intimacy they had going on.

"This is meaningless compared to what you've given me." He gestured towards the ring, she gasped.

"Hey! Don't underestimate expensive, one in a kind jewellery." She scolded in offense.

Amir simply laughed at her.

"My baby."

He said in awe, still not knowing when he would fully understand this woman. She had more shades than he had even imagined.

"Haya, what are you wearing?" He asked, finding his wife in the dressing room where she had an outfit that he didn't think he could ever approve of.

Hadn't she told him she'd keep in mind of the kind of clothes she wore?

"Clothes." Haya replied, spraying perfume all over herself.

The Crown Prince coughed as he neared her.

"Yeah? Where's the rest of them?" He joked when in reality, he was close to panicking.

"How do I look?" She asked, turning around.

Although her dress was no where close to her knees, it was still beautiful. It was the kind of dress that Princess Haya was spotted wearing outside. It was sexy and classy at the same time.

With her heels and long legs, she looked too beautiful. Way too beautiful.

The Crown Prince sighed, nodding.

"You look ravishing." He told her, she smiled in triumph.

"You look so beautiful that I'd rather sit here and look at you instead of going out of this room."

But they had to go out of the room. They had dinner with her brother today.

Oh Right!

"So I don't see any problem then." She stated, Amir opened his mouth to protest.

"But-"

"But? It's just you, me and my brother. I can wear this." She defended, continuing when she saw the unsure expression on his face.

"My brother has seen me in bathing suits even. He won't care. I want to wear this and I can. Okay?" She explained, Amir nodded.

He knew it was alright to wear such a dress in front of her brother. He just didn't feel too comfortable about it. He hadn't ever seen his sisters in any kind of immodest clothing. How would her brother feel?

Sometimes, their cultural different felt too much.

"I know, I know you can." He agreed, sighing.

"But Haya-" She stopped him again and let out a soft whine.

"Amir, come on. I feel so good wearing this. It's been so long. Stockings make me so uncomfortable all the time." She complained like a child.

"Look, I'll change if you want me to because it's your birthday but I know I look good and I won't feel that way after wearing something else." She told him, a firm expression on her face.

She had come so far from I'll where whatever the fuck I want to wear.

The Crown Prince nodded, pulling at her hand.

"Stop whining, come."

"Assalam u alaikum, so glad you could come Illyas."

Amir greeted his brother in law at the entrance of their house, embracing him with pleasure as he welcomed him inside.

"Salam to you too. Happy birthday again."

"Thank you, brother."

They entered the house together, with Illyas looking around. He was surprised that Haya had never really shown him how her house looked like and honestly, he hadn't expected her to stay in a place that was so much like her taste, yet not her taste at all.

"This is quite a nice place, so different from the Palace." He said out loud, Amir just nodded.

"I wanted Haya to feel at home here." He replied, leaving the man to smile as a response.

The house had an aesthetic that he knew Haya liked, it was large enough but not huge like the Palace.

"Speaking of Haya, where is she?" Upon hearing the mention of her name and entering the hall at the very same time, she spoke up.

"Right here. Turning blind so soon?" Haya teased, walking towards him as her heels clicked across the floor.

Illyas rolled his eyes at her, finding Haya to be exactly the same way as before. The same kind of clothes, the same smug smile on her face, the playful eyes.

"Could that dress be any shorter?" He asked, Haya gave him a blank face at the remark.

"Could your mouth be any sharper?" She shot back, earning a playful laugh from him as he put his hand around her shoulder and squeezed, just to annoy her.

"Should I drop you off to the met gala?" He enquired next, teasing her further.

Haya laughed, patting his head that he had recently shaved off.

"How funny, baldy." Clearly, he took offense to that because he didn't stop teasing her.

Infact, he took it to the next level.

"Sara sends her salam." He added, Haya groaned.

"Saying salam won't stop her from going to hell one day."

She didn't even hate Sara, it was just the fact that she didn't like her too much. She didn't really care about her either. She just wanted someone better for her brother but if Sara was his choice, who was she to stop him. It just didn't mean that she could like her instantly.

"Well, you'll atleast have a partner there." Illyas murmured, chuckling to himself as he enjoyed getting on Haya's nerves.

She pulled herself away from his grasp and stepped close to Amir, who was silently observing their exchange.

"Can't you fucking be polite when you're invited to someone's place?" She asked him, he shook his head at her.

"Can't you stop swearing in front of your husband and your older brother?"

Haya sheepishly looked at Amir, then nodded at her brother.

"I can try." She mumbled, Illyas gestured her to go on.

"Then try." He said, mockingly.

"Brother, what would you like to drink-?" She shook her head at him, not even liking the fake sweetness in her voice.

Even Illyas had cringed at it.

"No, no. I really can't." She shook her head, chuckling as she saw the blank expression on his face.

"I shouldn't have accepted your invite."

Upon hearing that, Amir stepped into the conversation.

"Please don't say that Illyas. Haya and I are both glad to have you here." He insisted.

"Right, Haya?" Amir asked, staring at her hard enough so she'd understand that he didn't want her to disrespect the guests in their home. Even if that guest was her brother.

"He's being dramatic, Amir." She told him, smacking her brother's arm.

"He knows damn well how much I missed his stupid smug face." She murmured, the Crown Prince sighed.

"Haya." He uttered, asking her to be polite.

"She curses because she loves, Amir. Only an angel can change her." He told his brother in law, Haya laughed.

"My husband's a literal angel." She blew a kiss at Amir, he looked down at his plate.

She was purposely teasing him and he was just so not into it.

"I'm not." He murmured, shaking his head.

Thankfully, he was saved by the bell literally. His phone rang and as much as he wanted to ignore it, he knew he had to pick it up. It was important.

"I have to take this, please excuse me."

He excused himself.

"Yusuf is thinking of marrying in a few months." Illyas mentioned the moment Amir left the living hall.

Haya frowned.

"What? Why? Isn't his engagement supposed to last for two years and then fall apart?" She asked, with a roll of her eyes.

"He says prolonging the engagement can cause issues. He's thinking three months from now."

Oh? That soon?

"God, no." She murmured, letting out an exaggerated sigh.

"I need atleast six months to atleast pretend that I like Sara." She grumbled, sitting down as her brother had already sat and made himself comfortable.

"She's a sweet girl, stop being mean to her."

"I'm actually never mean to her. I'm just bitter that Yusuf didn't marry Aaliyah." She professed.

"Even Aaliyah isn't bitter about that. Be happy for your brother." Illyas insisted.

Haya nodded.

"I am. I actually am." She didn't have to like his fiance to be happy for him though.

"Are you going to marry anytime soon?" She seriously asked her brother, he barely shrugged his shoulders at the question.

"I don't know. What's the point in marrying anyway? There's no woman who won't give it to me without marriage."

There was no smugness in his voice. Just boredom.

"Try the women in Maraaish, you'll find plenty." Haya suggested, then cringed and shook her head quick.

"Actually, please don't try. I already threw up seeing you stare at Suhoor through out the dinner."

Her brother had quite literally been staring at Amir's youngest sister throughout the night with intervals. He kept looking at her even when she talked, like he was genuinely interested.

Haya didn't like that at all.

"She blushed when she saw me look at her. Imagine," Illyas said, laughing as he remembered last night.

"I mean, I expect that kind of reaction around girls who aren't royalty maybe but she's born and bred into this. Yet, she couldn't lift her gaze to stare into my eyes."

He said out, eyes filled with wonder and awe. Haya swallowed.

"Illyas!" She snapped at him, finding him lost in another world.

"Come back to earth! You can't do this to me."

He looked at her dramatic behavior and sighed.

"I'm not, Haya. I just noticed a good quality." He assured, Haya nodded.

"Okay, just notice and forget. She's engaged anyway."

"I didn't see any ring on her finger."

She stared at him.

Was he really looking at her hand to find a fucking ring?

"She's spoken for, it's the same thing." Haya replied, he just shrugged again.

"Alright,"

"Why don't you marry Aaliyah?" She suddenly suggested, watching his expression go from shocked to plain disappointment.

"You need to stop trying to get every Royal to marry Aaliyah. I know you want her to marry someone like us but you need to understand that her choice matters too."

He explained, Haya gave him a blank stare.

"You say it like she isn't Uncle Hammad's daughter." She murmured.

Illyas couldn't forget that. Uncle Hammad was their closest uncle. He was so much fun to be around but he wasn't so much fun as a father. He was trying to find a suitable family for Aaliyah, maybe that was the reason Haya was so obsessed with all of it as well.

"She's your annoying best friend. Our cousin. Never."

He had always looked at Aaliyah like a sister. She was like a mini Haya for him, even though both the girls were probably the same age.

"Maybe I should ask Hunain to marry her." She murmured more to herself than to him but Illyas clicked his tongue in annoyance.

He knew all about Haya's so called friendship with Prince Hunain.

"Haya!" Illyas exclaimed.

"Kidding." She defended.

As the siblings were in the middle of their insults and come backs, Amir stepped back inside the living hall and smiled at the both of them apologetically.

"I'm sorry about that." He murmured, sitting down.

"So what's the topic of conversation?" He enquired the both of them. 

"Illyas was filling me in on Yusuf's recent marriage plans." Haya replied, purposely not bringing up the Hunain part of the conversation.

Amir nodded, glancing at the time as he stood up.

"Why don't we have dinner first?" He suggested as Haya stood up and gestured his brother to stand as well.

Illyas walked alongside them as they made him enter the dining hall, finding the starters being served already.

"So how's work Haya treating you, Amir?" Illyas questioned, taking a sip of his drink.

"A little rough around the edges but not too bad." Amir replied, earning a look from his wife who didn't look too pleased with his answer.

"If you ever need advice on how to handle her, you can call father." He mumbled, Haya smiled in confidence.

If there was one person she knew would never say a single bad word about her, it was her father.

"And father will tell you that I'm his darling girl and the most intelligent one out of all his children." She responded, purposely glaring at Illyas.

Amir simply smiled and shook his head, not even understanding how Haya could have such a relationship with her brothers.

"Why do you look so amused hmm?" Haya asked, finding it all too evident on his face.

The Crown Prince cleared his throat and sipped his drink as well, looking at Haya. 

"Because it is amusing to see the way you siblings interact. The cultural difference is so evident." He replied.

For a few minutes, all of them ate in silence. The only sound among them was of Illyas' phone that kept vibrating and he kept ending the call.

Haya frowned, seeing him put his phone on silent and hang up on someone again.

"Who do you keep hanging up on?" She asked, taking a bite as her brother looked at her..bored.

"It's Shahid." She heard him say.

"Shahid is calling? You should definitely pick up then." Haya said, earning a shake of his head.

Both Amir and Illyas were against any kind of phone calls on the dinner table.

"No, I'll talk to him later." He denied.

Haya didn't remember the last time she had talked to Shahid. He wasn't really the kind to talk much anyway but she did miss him. She missed him more than she would probably miss most people she knew. Yusuf would always call and lecture, Illyas would tease and bitch and Shahid would simply ask her if she was doing okay every month or so.

As the phone screen lit up once again, Haya couldn't control herself and she grabbed his phone.

"Ugh, give that to me." She grumbled, picking up the phone call.

"Shahid! How's my favorite brother?" She greeted, cheerful and all too aware of the eyes watching her with a little bit of annoyance as she was talking on the phone, at dinner.

"Haya? Didn't I call on Illyas' phone?" Shahid asked, a little confused as to why Haya had been the one to pick the phone call.

"You did. He wasn't picking up your call since we're having dinner. How are you?"

"I'm absolutely fine, now that I've heard your voice. You sound very happy." He said, pleased.

Haya smiled, glad herself.

"I am. I miss you though." She told him, hearing a sigh from Illyas.

"I miss you more, my lovely. Let me call you once you're free? I don't want to intrude on your dinner." He said it himself, knowing his sister would go on and on..without a care.

"Yes, okay."

"Say my salam to Amir. I love you." She didn't remember the last time Yusuf and Illyas had told her they loved her. Not that she had been very vocal about it herself.

"Love you more, brother. See you." She ended the phone call, giving his brother the phone back.

"I'm sorry, I just hadn't talked to him in days." She said as an excuse, seeing both Amir and Illyas stare at her as they had stopped eating.

"Learn manners, Haya." Illyas mumbled, going back to eating his food.

"You're just jealous that I don't talk to you this nicely." Haya grumbled, Illyas shook his head at her.

"More like surprised that you can talk to people with respect." He shot back.

Haya scowled.

"How the fuck is-" Before she could even complete the sentence, her husband called out her name.

"Haya." He raised his eye at her and she nodded, knowing he didn't like her to curse.

"Right. Amir doesn't like hearing my curses." She murmured, enjoying her food.

"Anyway you've got a big family, Amir. You seem like a tight bunch." Illyas conversed, looking at Amir.

"Yes, we are. Thanks to God, we're all very loving towards one another." He replied as he finished chewing his food.

"Adil talks very highly about you. We've been more in touch due to business and I can understand his work ethic comes alot from you." He praised, Amir only smiled in gratitude.

"What about your sisters? Do they also nag you like mine does?" He pushed Haya's buttons, she rolled her eyes.

"He's a decent brother, unlike you." Haya remarked, Illyas simply chuckled.

"He's got decent sisters, I'm sure."

"You met them yesterday, right? They've never really been a part of dinner with an outsider present before." Amir told him, Haya felt a little offended at the remark.

"He's not an outsider, Amir. He's my family." Haya defended, Amir shook his head.

"Ofcourse. I didn't mean it that way. " He was about to phrase himself in a better way but Illyas started to talk. 

"No, I understand. I am an outsider to your sisters. They were very polite but a little reserved."

"It takes time for Suhoor to warm up and talk to people, she's the youngest one. A little stubborn also, like Haya."

Haya didn't really say anything. If they wanted to say she was stubborn, they could. She couldn't change their perspective, neither could she deny that she wasn't stubborn. She was. She could be.

But she was the least stubborn with Amir and she hoped he knew that.

"How old is she?" He questioned.

"Nineteen."

"Oh. Haya was a rebellious teen at that age. She didn't exactly care about anything so father had to send her off to England."

"Suhoor isn't too crazy but she has a rebellious spirit at times."

"We evolve as we grow up. Will we be seeing your family at Yusuf's wedding?"

Haya narrowed her eyes at the exchange. Illyas wasn't really inquisitive. He didn't give a crap about families and relationships. Why did he suddenly act so intrigued?

"InshaAllah. I'm hopeful that they'll make it."

He replied, finishing his food at the same time. All three of them had stopped eating. While Illyas and Haya were drinking a cinnamon strawberry drink that was apparently made in Maraaish and held traditional value, Amir stood up from the table one more time.

He hated doing this. He hated when he had to leave to pick up a phone call but it was his mother and he knew it must be something important.

"Excuse me, it's my mother." He excused himself again.

"Aren't you too interested in his family?" Haya asked the moment Amir left, her brother frowned in confusion.

"I was just making conversation." He stated casually.

"Illyas,"

"Seriously, Haya. It's fine."

She didn't really believe that he was only making conversation but she didn't want to nag him further so she remained quiet and nodded, sipping on her drink.

Illyas looked at the time, knowing he had to leave in around an hour or so.

"I'm going straight to Buredaan after this. You want to come with me?" He offered, knowing that both his father and mother missed Haya's presence a little too much.

"I wish." Haya whispered, continuing..

"But I can't, I want to be with Amir and I also have a job to do now." She told him, hoping that she would be able to visit in a few weeks.

After a little while, Amir appeared back inside the dining hall and seeing the concerned expression on his face, Haya stood up as well.

"Amir, everything alright?" She asked, worried.

"My father. He got a little sick." She heard him say.

"Is he alright?" This time, it was Illyas who had stood up and asked Amir.

"Mother sounded quite concerned. I think I should go visit." He concluded.

Haya nodded in understanding as she squeezed his shoulder, knowing that it wasn't a good situation for him.

Amir looked at his brother in law, apologetic.

"Illyas, I'm extremely sorry." He apologized, seeing as the man shook his head and clasped his shoulder.

"No, it's alright. You should go to your father."

"Should I come with you?" Haya asked, conflicted between going or staying here with her brother.

"No, it's nothing too serious. You should stay with your brother." Amir made the decision easy for her and she nodded, holding his hand for a moment before letting go.

"Alright, keep me updated."

"I will."

The Crown Prince embraced Illyas as he bid him goodbye.

"See you soon, inshallah." Amir murmured against him.

"InshaAllah. If you need anything, I'm available."

"Thank you, brother."

Haya couldn't help but think about her own father. She just hoped that she would never face a situation like this.

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