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Haya x Amir

She woke up to kisses being prepped on her face and a slightly rough beard, grazing her soft skin. She smiled, eyes still closed as she imagined this to be a beautiful dream but it really wasn't.

Sometimes, dreams were better than reality and this morning was probably one of those mornings.

"Wake up." She shivered, his breath blowing against her ear as he tried to wake her up.

She only whined and shook her head, still quite sleepy.

"Haya, wake up." Amir tried one more time. This time, she felt his breath near her mouth and puckered her lips, smiling against them when she felt him place a soft kiss against her lips.

"Baby, good morning." His thumb stroked her cheek and she lifted her hand to touch him, eyes still closed and her body still in the warmth of a blanket and her husband's closeness.

"Your hair's wet." She mumbled against him, smelling his usual oud mixed with the shower gel he used.

"I just took a shower." Amir responded, Haya could feel his hair totally wet and a few droplets of water fell on her face too.

She groaned.

"There's like ten hair dryers inside." She grumbled, Amir chuckled and stopped stroking her cheek.

"Come on, open your eyes." He pulled the duvets away from her, earning a very high pitched complain.

"I'm sleepy, Amir." Haya complained, finally opening her eyes and thanking God that the room wasn't too bright.

She stared at her husband, finding him ready and all dressed up. Meanwhile, she was half naked in her pajamas with bad hair.

"Yes but it's time for breakfast. Your phone has been vibrating non stop. I suppose it's your mother calling you because they don't want to disturb me."

She crossed her legs on the bed as she heard him, nodding.

"What time is it?" Haya questioned, hoping that it was eight so she could sleep another hour.

It wasn't.

"Ten." Amir informed, she let out a laugh.

He hated being late and clearly, she hadn't told him the timing for breakfast even after the repeated instructions by her mother.

Great.

"Breakfast's at nine thirty." Haya said, sheepishly looking at him.

His eyes raised in surprise, he shook his head in disappointment and pulled his wife out of the bed.

"Haya, up now!" He pulled her up, quite literally undressing her on the way to the bathroom.

"Get into the shower." He pushed her inside the shower, Haya only looked at him in shock and amusement.

"Are you seriously waking me up this way?" She asked, seeing how he had taken off her nightie, underwear and was already making her enter the glass door.

"Yes. Shower quick."

"But-" She wanted to pick out her clothes first.

"No buts." Amir replied, Haya only laughed and felt the water on her head.

Two minutes into the shower and he had already started banging at the door, telling her to come out and get dressed.

She found his amusement almost cute, it felt like he was so disappointed in himself for being late and she knew he would probably feel guilty when he found everyone waiting for him.

"Haya, can you be quick?" She was drying her hair and moisturizing her face when he entered the dressing room, seeing her still in a bra and a silk gown.

"Why are you so tensed, baby? It's okay." She tried to calm him down, Amir shook his head.

"It's not okay. We're already late." He replied, sighing when she stood up and switched off the hair dryer.

She was about to iron her hair just a little bit when Amir clicked his tongue.

"Come on, you look fine." He stopped her, taking off her robe himself and handing out the shirt she had picked out.

He literally didn't have any time to judge her outfit and tell her it was a little too immodest for his liking.

"Let me atleast put a lipstick." She put a pink lipstick in a hurry, shocked at herself that she hadn't put any makeup on.

She picked up a concealer, just to hide her dark circles when she heard a tired sigh from her husband.

"Amir, what's going on?" She turned around, putting the concealer back and quickly pulling some hair back to avoid the messy look.

"I've always been punctual, Haya. I don't want your family to think any different of me now." Amir responded honestly, Haya only smiled at him.

"You're their son in law, not just Crown Prince Amir. They won't care if you're a bit late." She tried to assure him, he shook his head.

"Can you just wear your shoes already?" He said instead, pointing towards her shoes.

Haya groaned.

"Okay, fine. God, no patience at all."

She mumbled, laughing as she saw the grumpy expression on his face.

"Good morning, dad." She kissed her father's cheek from behind as she entered the garden, finding her entire family already seated and ready for breakfast.

She always loved it when they had breakfast in the garden. The smell of flowers and food mixed together was too refreshing.

King Najaf smiled at his daughter, finding his heart at peace when he saw the light in her eyes.

"Morning," Haya kissed her mother's cheek as well, genuinely pleased because all the people she loved were together and there was nothing to worry about.

"Someone's happy." Her mother commented, standing up as she saw Amir arrive as well.

"Assalam alaykum."

The Crown Prince greeted everyone on the table, embarassed that he was the last one to arrive.

Haya stood next to him as he greeted her father first, thanking the house worker who had pulled his seat back for him to sit.

He sat opposite to Yusuf, right by the King's side.

"Walaikum assalam, Amir. I hope you had a good rest?"

"Yes, alhamdullilah." Amir responded, finding Haya sit by his side. She sat next to her mother.

"I apologise for being late." Amir further added, looking at both the King and the Queen.

"No, it's alright. We haven't been waiting long." Haya heard her father say, even though she knew how punctual her father was.

He was just as punctual as he was patient. He had probably been waiting for forty five minutes and there wasn't a single frown on his face.

She made an apologetic face at him, he only smiled.

"Infact, Yusuf and Sara just arrived. Illyas came two minutes before you. Shahid was the only one who came with us." She heard her mother put Amir at ease.

She hadn't even greeted Sara, even though she had heard the woman say good morning to both her and Amir.

"Ah Sara's here as well. I didn't notice." Haya mentioned, smiling at the girl who was sat next to her fiance.

"Well, now you did." Sara replied in the very same sweet tone.

Haya looked at her brother Shahid instead.

"Shahid, where did you go off to last night?" She questioned, remembering that she hadn't seen him after an hour or so.

He gave her a shrug.

"You know I don't like parties, Haya. I just attended for your sake and left after a while." He explained.

Haya cocked an eyebrow at him..

"I couldn't find Aaliyah after a while too. Sure you two didn't go somewhere together?" She questioned curiously.

Illyas let out a tired sigh as breakfast started to get served.

"Haya, you're doing it again." He mentioned, giving her a look.

King Najaf started to ask Amir about his father's health, knowing his children were about to start bickering again.

Haya waited until Amir had finished answering her father's question, then she spoke to him..

"Dad, don't you think Illyas should marry Aaliyah? They would look so good together." She asked, winking at her mother who had a pleased smile on her face as well.

"Dad, don't you think Haya should mind her own business?" Illyas shot back, clearly not fond of the idea.

"I think that everyone should choose the partner they want to spend their life with. Yusuf chose Sara, I'm sure my other sons would also choose someone suitable for themselves."

He smiled, looking at Yusuf and Sara. Haya wanted to gag. They didn't even look good together.

She rolled her eyes and before she could say anything more, she found orange juice being poured in Amir's glass.

She stopped with a gesture of her hand and looked up to find Alayne, the one responsible for making all kinds of beverages.

Actually, she specialized in making mojitos and cocktails. She also made the best original irish coffee. Haya and spent too many mornings, testing out her many alcoholic and non alcoholic specials.

"Amir doesn't drink orange juice." She told Alayne, pointing at her to pick up the glass.

The woman quickly did so.

"It's alright, Haya." Amir murmured but the Princess only shook her head.

"Fresh carrot and pomegranate, well blended." She told Alayne, knowing her husband's preferred morning drink really well.

She found her mother's pleased face and then a comment from her.

"What a surprise." She mentioned, Haya sighed.

She knew no one found her domestic enough but how hard was it to know about someone's favourite food or drink?

"I'm quite surprised myself. Usually she's asleep when I head to work." Amir responded, smiling at his wife.

She smiled back but shook her head.

"Not always." She could swear she had breakfast with him atleast seven to eight times.

But usually, Amir would leave for work at eight and Haya would wake up to get ready at eight or eight thirty.

Still, she knew quite alot when it came to him.

"Amir's childhood care taker is actually our main chef at home. She talks all day about his likes and dislikes." Haya mumbled with a laugh, drinking her juice and cutting into her food.

She was still enjoying the taste of freshly made crepe when she found Amir look at his watch every few seconds.

Haya frowned, leaning close to him.

"Why do you keep looking at the time?" She questioned.

"We're supposed to leave after breakfast." He informed, she frowned.

No way in hell that she would agree to leaving so soon.

"So that is still the plan?"

"Yes."

"No." She mumbled.

He gave her a look.

"Haya,"

"Amir," She shook her head, the Crown Prince clicked his tongue.

He didn't want any more argument.

"Let's talk about it after breakfast. I don't want to leave so soon." Haya murmured.

He knew he couldn't stay. He just hoped his wife wouldn't be stubborn about it.

"Haya, have you painted anything lately?" She heard Shahid question as she finished eating and picked up the glass of fresh orange juice, enjoying the slightly bitter and sweet taste of it.

"Not really. Everytime I try to, something comes up and I stop." Haya mentioned, earning an understanding nod from her brother.

"Have you?" She asked, he hummed.

"Yes, I have. Infact, I'll show a few pieces once you're done."

"Oh that's wonderful. What about the poetry class you mentioned on call?"

"I enrolled in that. It starts next month in Morocco." She gasped, already loving the idea of it.

She had taken a few poetry classes in College but after that, she had learned all about it through meeting different poets and reading about the legends who made poetry so intense and great.

Unlike her, Shahid was obsessed with everything that resembled art in any form. Poetry was one of them. She knew Amir loved poetry just as much, since he was well reversed on the subject.

"Is it Poetry for Soul?" She heard her husband question from by her side, only confirming her thoughts.

"Yes, it actually is." Shahid affirmed.

"By Qubaan Zil? The class that happens every year in a different country?"

"Exactly, the very same one."

"I enrolled in that class a few years ago in Egypt. It was extremely enlightening." Amir informed.

"Although I could only go for two days." He further said, Shahid nodded in interest.

He was glad that his brother in law shared some of his interests too.

Haya found it absolutely charming. The fact that Amir could talk about his duties and work with Yusuf, about past and future plans with her father, about business and money with Illyas, about poetry with Shahid and almost everything with her.

He was this perfect person who knew everything. Or maybe she just saw him that way.

"That's a shame. The class is for eight days this year." Upon hearing the class was for eight days, Illyas lifted his head and looked at Shahid.

"Shahid, is it necessary to go brother? I was hoping you'd accompany me to Boston. I have a meeting there." He informed, staring at both his father and Amir.

"Prince Adil is going to be there as well."

The Crown Prince of Maraaish already knew about that.

"Yes, I know."

"I've been waiting for this class for quite a few weeks, Illyas. Besides, you know I have no interest in your business." Shahid replied, straight forward.

"So poetry and painting is all you'll do for the rest of your life?" Haya felt offended at the way Illyas had almost mockingly talked to his brother.

"No, he sings as well. He's interested in art instead of money." She pointed out, defending Shahid.

Amir sometimes couldn't believe how King Najaf even allowed his children to talk so much and bicker on the dining table.

He looked at the man, who was simply observing his children.

"Business isn't just about money, Haya. It's about passion and your drive to make something useful. I don't ridicule your stance on almost everything." Illyas said back, Haya sighed.

"I wasn't ridiculing you, Illyas. I was quite literally saying the exact same thing."

Haya heard her mother sigh and speak up.

"Our children have very different passions. Is it the same with your siblings, Amir?" The Queen asked, changing the topic of conversation.

"Yes, it is." He affirmed, smiling.

"Adil has always been interested in travelling so he handles our diplomatic affairs and now some of the business too."

Amir always loved to talk about his family, about their aspirations and how they were as individuals.

"My brother Akbar makes sure everything goes well in his ministry. My sisters don't really care about politics and diplomacy."

Unlike Haya.

She could swear she heard Illyas mumbled the words, she glared at him.

"Najma is very passionate about her studies so far and Suhoor is a free bird, I guess. She's a little bit like Haya."

He gestured towards his wife.

"She's not." Haya mouthed to her mother.

"Are you going to attend the UMFA this year, Amir?" Yusuf asked as Haya gazed at Sara, who was saying something to Illyas.

Was it not awkward for the woman to just sit and not say a word?

"I am not sure yet. My schedule is already quite packed. I'll have to discuss with my team." Haya heard him say.

She frowned, not expecting that he would be confused about going at all. Infact, she had planned to accompany him.

"What about you?"

"I'm not sure yet, either. We'd just send Haya to such events before when father and I would be busy."

Yusuf joked.

"So you both have time to attend conferences that don't even matter but when it comes to raising awareness against violations, your schedules are packed?"

Haya asked, judgement clearly evident in her voice.

"Here she goes again." Yusuf murmured to the King, who found his daughter's face turn to a soft pout. He already knew what she was about to ask.

"Dad, can I go instead of Yusuf?"

The King smiled, looking at Amir and then back at Haya.

"My lovely, you can't anymore." He replied, voice gentle as Haya found her husband's gaze on her.

"Why not?"

"You represent Maraaish now. You're Prince Amir's wife." He told Haya.

She knew that. But she was also Buredaan's citizen, their daughter.

"I'm still your daughter." Haya insisted.

"Of course. It's just how the world works."

She knew her father wouldn't refuse her otherwise so she directed her energy towards her man.

"Amir, I want to attend the UMFA."

Amir found clear difference between her two stances. She had requested her father and here she was, telling her husband that she wanted to attend.

Since he couldn't blatantly refuse her, he gave her a smile.

"We'll discuss this later, Haya." He murmured, hoping that she wouldn't push him in front of everyone.

"We definitely will."

Haya made sure he understood the hidden meaning behind her words. She wouldn't let go of it so easily.

"You said you'll stay for two days and now you are saying you have to leave? Come on." She tried, leaning in close to convince him to stay.

They were stood in front of the balcony, with Amir telling her that she could stay more if she wanted to but he had to leave today.

"Haya, I have work." He repeated again, she nodded.

"I know. So do I. It's just one day, Amir." She mumbled, continuing.

"My friends will be visiting in the evening. I was hoping you'll get to meet them properly."

He didn't think he needed to know her friends anymore that he already knew.

"I know your friends. Yaman, Mahrookh, Aaliyah-"

"Amir, it's important for you to know more about my friends, more than just their names. I want you to get along with them." She told him, he just shrugged.

He didn't think it was any important.

"I don't expect the same from you." He replied, she frowned in confusion because it had suddenly hit her.

He had hardly ever discussed his friends in front of her, let alone making her meet them.

"That's true. Why haven't I met your friends?" She wondered out loud.

"Because in Maraaish, we don't really believe in mingling our friends with family. It creates trouble."

Haya rolled her eyes. She knew better than that.

"That's such a shitty excuse. Just say you all are possessive about your wives and don't want them to meet your friends."

Amir smiled because it was true.

"That too."

"Or you could have just said haram Haya and I would have understood."

Amir laughed. He hadn't said haram Haya in quite long. Either she was getting better or he was just losing his touch. 

"Amir. I want to stay another day with you." She said it much more firmly this time.

The Crown Prince was about to refuse but felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he excused himself, picking it up.

"Assalam alaykum, father." He greeted.

Everytime his father called, they managed to have an argument. Haya hoped that wouldn't be the case this time.

"Yes, it went well. I'm just about to leave." She heard him speak and she put her head against his shoulder, hating that she was still unable to convince him to stay.

"Really? Are you sure? It was a personal trip."

"Yes, I know. Every personal trip is an official trip for us but I don't think if King Najaf or Prince Yusuf is free for a meeting like that. We didn't schedule before."

A smile crept up on her face as she started to understand what the conversation was all about.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do. I'll leave in the evening then." He announced, Haya looked up at his face.

It took his father a few seconds to convince him to stay and she had been repeating the same damn words for so long.

She narrowed her eyes at him..

"And this is exactly what I mean by priorities."

She mumbled, reminding Amir of their most recent argument where she had accused him of not making her his first priority.

The Crown Prince let out a sigh, conflicted.

"Actually, father." Haya crossed her arms and waited for him to keep talking.

"I'll stay another night. Haya wants to spend some more time with her family and I want to be with her."

She smiled, glad upon hearing the words.

"Thank you. Inshallah."

As Amir ended the phone call, he found his wife's face free of any pout.

"Happy now?" He asked.

Haya only nodded and kissed his cheek, feeling his damn dimples pop out.

"I have to work now but you do what you want to and I'll see you when I get free." He told her, Haya just hummed.

"Okay. Be quick."

"I'll try." .

@Haya : ginger mint tea, Buredaani almond muffins and smell of flowers. Home is exactly how i left it ✨♥️

"So you won't be back until Yusuf's wedding?" Aaliyah asked, surprised that Haya would be in Maraaish for so long without visiting her home country.

The Princess had been narrating her plans for the upcoming months and none of them involved visiting back home.

"No, I won't be. It's just three months though."

"Maybe I can come visit you sometime." Aaliyah suggested, knowing that Haya's lack of presence here already made things hard.

"You should. It will be so great." Haya affirmed, finding her nod.

"There's something else I need to tell you."

"Yeah?"

"So you know whenever I come to the Palace, I meet with whoever is present."

Haya nodded, not knowing where she was going with the whole story.

"Yeah, so?"

"Okay so after meeting with Aunt, I thought I'd go and meet Illyas. He was in the study so I knocked on the door twice and then opened since it wasn't locked."

She explained, watching Haya roll her eyes. She was quite impatient when it came to her brothers.

"I don't want to hear about your good manners. Spill." She murmured, hearing her sigh and keep talking.

"Okay then he turned around and he was talking on the phone so he said 'hold on, Suhoor'"

Haya couldn't help the gasp which left her mouth. Her eyes raised in surprise.

What?

"He greeted me very awkwardly, as if he just wanted me to leave in the same moment." Aaliyah informed, continuing as she saw the alarmed expression on Haya's face.

"And I know that Amir's sister is called Suhoor as well so I don't know, I just found it weird."

"There's no way." Haya said, disbelief evident on her face.

"Are you sure?"

"God, no." She groaned.

Her brother got obsessed with things he liked and the moment he got them, he threw them away because he didn't feel the need for them anymore.

"I'm actually not sure. he was very infatuated with her when he came to visit and I just told him to get her off his mind." She said, seeing Aaliyah look surprised as well.

"I told him that she is engaged but she is not even engaged anymore and there is a possibility that it's the same girl. It can't be a coincidence, right?"

"No, I guess not."

"Should I talk to him? The last thing I want is for him and her to have any sort of relationship." She stated, shuddering at the mere thought of it.

"Why not?"

"It's complicated. She's Amir's sister. I don't even want to go deep into how I don't like her that much because she's okay with me now but-" Haya hesitated, not knowing how to frame her words correctly.

"But look, Illyas likes to fuck around and Amir is protective about Suhoor. I don't want drama."

She said, Aaliyah chuckled.

"You would usually pay to watch such drama."

"Yes but this involves my husband and my brother. No thanks." She shrugged off, Aaliyah hummed.

"If you talk to Illyas, what will you even say? Aaliyah kind of heard you say a name?"

"I know. He's such a good liar, he'll deny straight away."

She knew Illyas wouldn't ever admit it so easily.

"Maybe you can talk to Amir and he can talk with his sister?"

Aaliyah suggested, Haya wanted to smack her head for even uttering such a stupid thought out loud.

"No! God no."

She just needed some time to think of something and plan it out.

"I'll figure it out, it's fine."

Aaliyah was just about to question her further but her eyes fell on the woman carrying a bottle of wine that she had brought.

"What's that?" Haya murmured, seeing the wine get placed on the table.

"I don't think I should." Haya said, even though she really wanted to drink a glass.

Illyas' news had given her a little bit of panic and she didn't remember the last time she had sipped alcohol.

"It's a seventy five year old really fucking good wine. I got it from Dad's collection. One glass." Aaliyah murmured, pointing at the girl to pour it.

"It does look very tempting." Haya remarked, picking up her glass the moment it was half full.

"Only one." She pointed out, bringing it to her lips.

"Obviously."

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