Long chapter. I know this is a little slow since not much drama has happened and it's like chapter 64 already but ugh there's too much to write.

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@Haya : I'm so gutted that I wouldn't be able to attend our national day for the first time in 25 years that I had to do something to make up for it. I recorded our national song and while I don't sound as good as a professional singer, I do sound like someone with patriotism. Happy national day to everyone celebrating back home 🖤

"You can still go, you know."

How could she even think of going when he looked like a lost puppy who didn't know what to do?

Basically, she had decided to go on with her husband's plan of visiting her home country for one day and then coming back and then leaving again after a week. However, a few hours before she had to leave the country..king Abdullah's health took a massive toll.

It was all over the news now. He was having a cabinet session after three months, and he collapsed within the second hour.

The doctors were still checking up on him while everyone else waited in the Palace, with a highly worried Amir looking like someone bad killed his favourite cat.

Haya understood the concern. His father was a sick man and every time his health took a toll, it made things even worse.

"No, I want to stay. I can't leave when you're so torn like this." Haya replied, squeezing his hand.

She had seen her mother in law walk into the room adjacent to the hall just a few minutes ago. She hadn't returned ever since.

"I'm going to be fine, I'm sure it was just the exhaustion." Amir mumbled, but it felt like he was trying to make himself believe instead of believing it on his own.

"This is why I always tell you to take a break every once in a while. You've clearly gone on your father."

Towards the other end of the hall, Amir's step mother wept and her children were gathered all around her. Adil and Waleed sat on each side of the sofa, where as Najma sat on her knees and stroked her mother's hands, like she was fragile and they were extremely worried about her. She had fallen sick a few months ago and ever since that, her children had been over protective.

Haya let out a sigh.

"You want to take a walk outside?" Amir nodded without any hesitation, clearly interested in taking a breath of fresh air.

It really didn't matter how big the Palace was, he really felt like he couldn't breathe here because of the constant stress.

Haya held her husband's hand, smiling softly as they walked outside and he let out a shaky exhale. The pleasant wind hit their face and the weather instantly made her mood better.

"I'm sorry that you had to stay back for my sake. I know you were excited." Amir said, once they had walked towards the garden.

Haya hummed.

She was genuinely excited but at the same time, the thought of leaving Amir alone with his worries was gruesome. She didn't want to do it.

"It probably wasn't meant to be."

She replied, trying to put him at ease. Amir had spent two days watching her prepare, she had even called a vocal coach from Buredaan to help her sing properly. She had recorded the national song and not even let him hear it yet. It was supposed to be a surprise.

Apparently, she had convinced her father to let the video play the moment the clock struck twelve, on all the news channels. It was supposed to be a big thing.

"Will you play me the national song you recorded?" His request caught her in surprise, since this was the last thing that should have been on his mind right now.

"You want to hear it?" She reckoned that he simply needed to feel distracted, even if it was for a little time.

"Yes." Amir nodded, and Haya pulled out her phone and played the audio.

Her voice didn't sound perfect but it didn't sound bad either. If sounded sweet and passionate. She sounded lovely to him.

He understood most of the national anthem with ease, since he knew Buredaani language. Still, there were a few verses which confused him. He couldn't translate them.

"I know the language but I can't understand this part." He pointed out and his wife nodded in agreement, knowing that he wouldn't.

"It isn't spoken anymore. It's quite old but since we've been singing this from childhood, we know some of it."

Haya answered, pausing to explain what the lyrics meant.

"It means that may we live for our homeland, may we fight for our homeland and may we die for our homeland."

Amir nodded, letting her play it again.

"You sound beautiful." He murmured, once the music had ended. Haya cracked a smile.

"It's the auto tune." She remarked, he shook his head.

"No, it's you." He whispered, taking in another deep breath and stopping mid way.

His chest felt heavy as he thought of everything that happened within a few hours. Every eye was staring at him, everyone was looking at him as if he could solve everything.

He couldn't.

"He falls sick every few weeks." Amir said, watching as his wife nodded and understood his conflict.

"And then he recovers." She tried to show him the beacon of hope.

Amir knew that. He knew that his father always recovered but what if one day, he didn't? What if one day his father left him to take control of everything? What if there was no one to oversee what he was doing anymore?

She put her hand on his shoulder and gazed at him with tender eyes, asking him to speak whatever he wanted to.

"I still need time, Haya." The Crown Prince swallowed.

"I need time to understand everything, to learn, to embrace. I can't be stranded all alone in the middle of this, with uncles who are counting on my failure and brothers who are leaning on my success."

She knew Amir's family had it's fair share of drama too. Some of his uncles weren't happy with him becoming the Crown Prince at such a young age. Everyone had expected the King to pass on his legacy to his younger brother. However, King Abdullah didn't deem him fit for the role. He was impulsive and irrational. A King could be anything but that.

"Your father is a strong willed man. He's not leaving you anywhere." Haya tried, continuing when she saw him looking at her, just so he could find the will to remain positive.

"He's going to be fine, Amir. You have to believe that."

"How can I? I see what no one sees, Haya. I see the way he looks at me everytime I'm working with him, he looks at me with a relief that I've got everything handled and he won't have to worry about anything,"

She let out a shaky exhale.

She couldn't imagine how Yusuf felt. It was not an easy job. She always taunted him that she would have been so much better at doing what he did, but the truth was that seeing Amir work so hard had made her realise the significance of her brother's duties too.

"You're a Crown Prince, Amir. You're meant to do this. You were trained for this."

She still tried to give him the push that he needed.

"And I think he looks at you with relief because he loves his country and he's glad that you'll be running it some day. It's not because he's ready to go."

She didn't know whether that was true or not. She didn't care either. All she cared about right now was making him feel better.

"You can't think so much. At the end of the day, you're the one who says that we can't do anything. It's God's plan."

Haya insisted, knowing that the religious words would have the most impact on him.

"You should pray for your father's health and believe that God will heal him. You shouldn't worry like this."

She suggested, finding the light return in his eyes. Amir nodded.

"You're right." He squeezed her shoulder and gave a small smile.

"I'm going to pray. Will you please check up on my mother?"

"Of course."

Once she was back inside, she walked towards Adil who was standing in the middle of the hall. His back was turned on his mother and he was drinking a glass of water when Haya came in front of him.

"Is she okay?" The Princess asked, gesturing towards his mother.

Prince Adil nodded in return, looking back at his mother and then turning to look at Haya again.

"She's fine. Her blood pressure just went up but she'll be fine."

Before Haya could ask him anything else, his phone started to ring and he excuses himself.

"Excuse me."

Haya nodded, taking a glass of water from the servant as she sat down on the nearby sofa for a minute.

"Suhoor, I've already told you that Dad is okay. No, I'm not sending you any jet. Stay there."

She heard Adil speak firmly on the phone. He was obviously talking to his little sister, who was worried sick and in a different state.

"He is completely fine. It was just out of exhaustion. You wouldn't have even known about it if it hadn't happened live. Yes, I know."

Haya put the glass of water on the table and stood up, still able to listen to the conversation.

"Stop hoarding the servants, then. Okay."

"No, we are with mother. She'll be okay. I'm hanging up now, yes I'll keep you informed."

When Haya looked back, she found Adil by his mother's side once again.

She almost found it sad that no one had come to check up on Amir's mother, the one they called mother as well. Clearly, saying and believing were two very different things.

She entered the room, finding two women by the Queen's side. One was pouring her some tea and the other was massaging her head.

"Hey, why are you out here alone?" Haya caught her mother in law's attention and she sat up straight, shaking her head as she motioned her daughter in law to come and sit.

"I'm not exactly alone." She pointed out, gesturing towards the two women.

"You're not with family, I mean." Haya cleared, hearing a sigh in return.

"I was looking for Amir but I couldn't find him. I don't have many sons to choose from, you see."

Haya gestured the women to leave, right after one had poured some tea for the both of them.

Once they had left, Haya came and sat by the side of her mother in law.

"But you do, you have Amir, Adil, Akbar and Waleed. You've got four."

She pointed out, earning a chuckle from the woman. It sounded sad.

"I've only birthed one and in such difficult times, blood counts."

"They're all my children but they tend to care for their own mother in such a time. She's sick too, I can understand."

She was way too understanding. If Haya had to be the first wife and see her husband's other wives even breath the wrong way, she would have fucked them up. 

"So all I can do is look for my son and see if he is okay and have sabr."

"Your son is okay. He's gone to pray." She tried to put the woman at ease, but she couldn't understand why her mother in law seemed even more tense upon hearing that.

"Yes, he has you now to check up on him. I'm sure he's fine." She murmured.

Mothers were possessive of their children. Clearly, the woman had started to feel like Amir didn't need anyone because he had Haya now. She could detect that from her mother in law's tone.

"I can't believe he fainted in front of an entire cabinet. Is he really so sick? I know my husband, he has a lion's heart. He wouldn't want to look so vulnerable."

In that moment, the woman looked more vulnerable than she had ever looked before.

She took a deep breath, wiping away tears that had fallen.

"Tell me something, Haya."

"What?"

"Anything."

So both the mother and son tried to distract themselves in the time of despair.

"Okay," She said, giving a small smile as she thought of what to say.

Honestly, her relationship with her mother in law had been very formal and nice but it was nowhere like family and this is why Haya understand the earlier comment.

"I'm not a very good daughter, I think. I'm a pain in the ass really. My mother is fed up of me most of the times. I think I've given her the most wrinkles so I can't really say that I'm like your daughter or I think of you as my mother."

She said, saying the truth without any hesitancy.

"But you should know that I don't leave family alone in difficult times. You're Amir's family and he's mine, which makes us family too."

These were the words that she had come to realise after 6 months of being married. The hadn't just married each other, they had also developed relationships that weren't there before. His family was her family too. She would never be able to feel at home if she didn't try to atleast accept these people as family.

Maybe that was the reason she never felt like she was home in Maraaish.

"So if you feel alone and Amir is being Amir, you can think of me. You can call me or come to the house, or call me to the Palace."

She held the woman's hand and nodded, because a hug felt like too much and too mushy.

"I love my father, and my mother loves her husband so I know how hard all of this must be. The least I can do is tell you that you aren't alone."

There was silence from the older woman for a while and Haya didn't think she had anything to say right now.

She simply sat by the woman's side and waited, not saying anything further as well.

"I think this was the most I've heard from you in a while and I understand better why my son loves you so much."

Haya heard her and she turned her head towards the woman, who was already gazing at her.

"He always says that you've got a golden heart. He's right." Haya smiled, heart warming at the fact that Amir described her as someone with a golden heart.

"I know you had to be in Buredaan today but you stayed back. I'm happy that you did."

Before Haya could respond, Amir walked inside the room and spotted his mother alongside his wife.

He gave a reassuring smile to both, then held out his hand in front of his mother.

The woman stood up and looked at her son.

"I just had a talk with the doctor. Father will be fine, he just needs to rest and not stress again."

"Alhamdullilah," Both took a sigh of relief.

"Better, yeah?" His mother embraced him and kept whispering things in his ear, which Haya couldn't really hear.

She was just glad that Amir didn't look like someone had died anymore.

"What was he stressing about? He never told me." The Crown Prince asked his mother, who shook her head.

There wasn't anything specific, it was just alot of things.

"He's never had his daughters away from him. You convinced him to send her but all he wanted for her was to get her married." The woman answered, continuing when Amir listened with intent.

"She is the youngest one, with the loudest opinion after Adil." His mother remarked, earning a nod from the Crown Prince.

"Should we call Suhoor back then?"

"Amir."

It was Haya who held his arm and shook her head.

"What? You see how stress pained him." Amir replied defensively, she clicked her tongue.

"So you'll take away your sister's dreams because of that? All your father needs is reassurance." She tried, because she didn't want Suhoor to give up on what she wanted to do.

"I agree with Haya. Suhoor can not be tamed easily, even if she comes back..she will keep on insisting to go back and it will cause more problems." Her mother in law mumbled, shrugging.

The Crown Prince huffed, nodding nonetheless.

"Okay, fine. I'll talk to father once he's had his rest."

"Now how about we all eat? I'm hungry."

"Yes, please."

@Haya : winters in Buredaan ❤️

"Haya!"

Buredaan was cold. The snow was everywhere. She was home. And she was so fucking happy.

She embraced her brother with a soft squeal, grinning when he hugged her back and then kissed her head affectionately.

"Shahid! How's my favourite brother?"

"I'm so happy you're home. How are you?"

Haya went on to ramble that she was completely okay, everything was fine in Maraaish. She was just glad that she was here and it was her brother's wedding, everything had to be perfect.

She looked at her mother, pulling her into a hug as well. Once she had pulled back, she teased the women that she looked old and then went on to laugh when her mother frowned her.

"How's the King now? How's Amir?"

Her mother enquired once they had settled down, Haya looked around distracted. If her father was present in the palace, he would have been here to greet her. The last time she had talked to the man was two days ago. He had assured her that he was going to be home when she arrived but clearly he wasn't.

"Yes, they're all okay. Where's Dad?"

"Your father's at a military base today. He'll be back in the evening, he told me to tell you that once he's back, he's ready to listen to all your complaints."

She laughed, nodding at her mother. She was about to nag and question even further but her eyes caught a glance of her brother coming towards them but completely zoned out.

"Okay. Hello groom to be?! Where are you lost?" Haya called him, standing up and snapping her fingers in front of his face to get his attention.

Yusuf shook his head, not even taunting her or anything as he gave her a side hug, then a smile.

"Sorry, hello. I'm glad you're here." He mumbled along the way, sitting down for a moment when Haya pulled him on the sofa along with her ownself.

"Could you sound any more enthusiased, brother?" She taunted, hoping that her brother would tease because that would mean he was fine.

But he wasn't.

Yusuf shook his head and stood up again, looking at his phone.

"I am getting late for work but I'll see you in the evening, okay?"

Haya stared at him, puzzled and worried but she nodded anyway.

"Oh kay. You fine?"

"Yes, just busy." Yusuf excused himself and the Princess stood up, staring at her mother with surprise evident on her face.

"What happened to him? He's getting married, for God's sake!" She exclaimed.

Sara was the woman he claimed to be madly in love with. How could he look so zoned out and almost sad?

"He's gonna be fine. I'm sure it's just the work stress. Sara will be here in the evening as well, for dinner." Her mother informed, Haya groaned.

"Great. How nice." Sarcasm rolled off her tongue.

"Haya."

She would play nice with Sara, of course. It was just that she didn't have too good of a feeling about her, even though the woman had done nothing wrong.

"Fine. Where's Illyas?" Haya asked.

She knew he had to visit Morocco for a day but he had to return at about the same time as her own arrival.

"Illyas is in france. He will come back tomorrow." Her mother informed.

France? As in? Seriously?!

"I thought he was supposed to be in Morocco yesterday and come back home today?"

"Yes, but he had to fly for some business."

"And his business must be in Paris, right?"

"Of course."

She sighed, shaking her head.

What would happen if Amir found out? Was it serious between them? Was it casual? What the fuck was Illyas thinking?

"This is all going to blow up in flames." Haya mumbled, more to herself than to everyone around.

There was just one more person to ask about and then she would go and sleep the fuck off.

"Where's Aaliyah? She didn't come yet?" She questioned her mother.

"No. She hasn't been around much. I'm sure Hammad is giving her trouble and poor girl is stressed out. Did you talk to her?"

Fucking great.

Even Aaliyah was acting out.

"I sent her a text that I was coming and she told me she will be at the Palace."

But she wasn't.

Where was Aaliyah and why was she keeping such a distance?

"Dad, finally."

Instead of of arriving in the evening, her father had arrived ten minutes before dinner. Nonetheless, she was happy to see him.

Ever since Amir's father fell sick, she had this nagging feeling within herself that kept making her feel worried all the time. She didn't want her father to fall sick like that but with the way he kept on working and didn't rest, it was bound to happen at one point.

Her father embraced her with a huge smile on his face, his arms going around her as he whispered that he was so happy to see her here.

If there was one person she could never say no to, it was her father. With Amir, she could say no but she didn't want to ever say no. A part of her didn't want to ever disappoint him and she knew it wasn't right to think about pleasing him all the time but she still thought like that.

"How are you? Where have you been?" She asked, once she had pulled out of his father's embrace.

He only chuckled when Haya didn't even wait for his answer and shot him another question.

"You look so tired. Why do you work so hard?" She threw a look at her brother's direction.

"Can't you just take over some of his work you lazy man?" She asked, rolling her eyes when Yusuf didn't even answer her.

"Haya, I'm fine. How are you?" Her father insisted, turning the conversation towards her instead.

"I'm worried about you, dad. You work too hard." She complained.

"You're worried for nothing. I'm not that old."

She clicked her tongue. He was literally old enough now.

"Yes, you are. Even mother is quite old but the you know what keeps her looking young."

The Queen cleared her throat, giving both of them a pointed look as the King and his daughter laughed.

King Najaf stopped laughing when his wife stared at him with crossed arms, asking him what was so funny.

A husband was a husband after all. Even when he was a King.

"Hello everyone." Sara greeted the moment she entered. Haya hadn't even noticed Yusuf going out to receive her.

She noticed a distance between the two. Usually, her brother was very keen on holding Sara's hand all the time. Right now, he was standing at a two feet distance.

"Hello, Haya. It's good to have you home."

Sara went for a hug, Haya pulled out her hand.

She shook it awkwardly, as Haya smiled at the woman.

"Thank you. You're good?"

"Yes, just preparing for the wedding."

When Sara walked towards the dining table since everyone was getting seated, Haya leaned in her mother's ear. 

"She's gained weight, don't you think?" Haya whispered, earning a shake of head from her mother.

"Haya. Don't say that to her."

She wouldn't. Hopefully.

"I won't, she is all puffed up though."

The queen through and unbelievable glance in her daughter's direction before calling out her daughter in law's name.

Instead of sitting by the side of the Crown Prince, Sara was trying to sit in the opposite direction.

"Sara, come sit by Yusuf's side. You don't have to be shy with us. You know that."

She wasn't being shy. If anything, Sara had eaten many dinners in the palace with the entire family present. She was Yusuf's childhood friend. How could she act shy now? Haya didn't buy the act. 

"And this is going to be your place in the family for a very long time, inshallah."

The King said, once Sara had taken her seat. She only thanked the man, looking down at her plate instead of looking at anyone else.

Maybe Yusuf and Sara were arguing. 

"Dad, has Uncle Hammad talked to you about something lately? I can't reach Aaliyah and I'm just done trying." Haya tried once again, since her father and Uncle Hammad were extremely close.

The King shook his head as the dinner got served.

"Do you think he's being all bitter with her again?" Haya questioned again, earning another shake of head.

"No, Haya. Hammad isn't in the country, he left two days ago."

She was officially worried and pissed now.

She ate her dinner in silence, as she thought of what had happened to Aaliyah all of a sudden. Why was she being a distanced bitch?

"Dad, I finally invited Khalifah bin Zayed for a meeting. I'll be meeting with him tomorrow and then I'll bring him to you. Okay?"

That caught Haya's attention. After swallowing her bite, she stared at her brother.

"Khalifah, as in the one from Maraaish?"

"Yes, he was recently appointed here and we haven't been able to have a proper talk until now. You know him?"

Haya nodded. She had heard Amir talk to his friend a day before. He was laughing too hard on the phone and Haya literally wanted to check the caller ID to make sure that it wasn't a woman.

After her crazy thought was over, she had realised that this was Amir. He wouldn't laugh like that with any woman over the phone. It would be too haram.

"Yes. He's Amir's bestfriend actually. And he's really nice too, Aaliyah was there when he had dinner with us actually. Even she liked him."

And Aaliyah wouldn't stop staring at him.

He was in Buredaan too.

What if?

No.

It was crazy to think like that. Aaliyah's biggest turn off was a married man. She wouldn't go that far.

"Maraaish is changing it's Foreign minister too, dad. It's coming at a time when the US president is changing." Yusuf was talking about work, the King only nodded and didn't say anything in return.

"Clearly something is going on. We all know how smart Amir is, he's creating a different policy. He even talked of it in the G20."

Haya cleared her throat, giving a smug look to her brother.

"Alhamdullilah."

She said, earning a chuckle from both her mother and her father.

"Oh oh, fancy words Princess Haya." Yusuf teased, it was the first time that he had actually said more than two words to her with full attention ever since she had arrived.

Yusuf was about to tell his father something else but his mother stopped him with a sound of protest.

"No more work talk on the table, Yusuf. Your fiance is here, your wedding is in two weeks so it's about time you stop thinking about work."

What if he was thinking about work so he wouldn't have to think about marriage?

Okay Haya. Stop thinking crazy.

"I can't. I have to visit UAE next week and then that delegation is coming from Egypt. It's a packed week." Yusuf said, not even throwing a glance in Sara's direction.

"You're not going to say anything?" The Queen asked her husband, who shook his head.

"He is smart man, he is making a good choice. There are alot of people present to prepare for his wedding."

Haya didn't remember the last time Yusuf had taken his work this seriously. He was good at it, he knew how to do it but he wouldn't skip on major events just because he had duties.

She was deep in thought when a plate was placed in front of her. It was her favourite Buredaani dish, but it was also deep-fried and she was trying to avoid that.

She asked the woman to bring her some salad instead. It had all happened when Amir had hugged her by the waist one night and teased that she was getting curvy.

Even though his intentions were not ill and he actually liked the fact that she wasn't too skinny, Haya had taken the comment personally.

"Sara, do you need some salad too? You know how tight our dresses can be at weddings."

She didn't even want to say it and yet the words had left her mouth.

"Haya, she's perfect the way she looks right now." Her mother said, almost scolding her own daughter.

Haya ate a bite of the salad, nodding.

"You look just fine Sara, I was just making conversation."

She excused. Sara didn't seem too phased by the comment. She just looked dull.

Haya ignored her.

"I've been eating so much in Maraaish. They have everything soaked in oil and olives and it tastes so good that you can't even avoid it." 

She said, remembering the three straight dinners at the Palace. When his father fell sick, Amir would visit every evening and Haya would accompany him too. They would stay for dinner and get forced to eat more than they desired. Amir's mother thought Haya was too skinny. A week later, her son was telling her that she was getting curvy.

"Will Amir's family be joining us then? For the wedding?"

"Yes. I am still not sure if King Abdullah will come or not but the others are definitely coming to attend. Besides, it's better if he doesn't come anyway. He's really sick these days."

"Yes, I told your father about that. When I met him, he seemed extremely fragile." Her mother murmured, Haya shrugged.

"Amir's always worried about him. He says he's too young to handle all this responsibility."

"He's already handling it, no? Him and the Saudi Crown Prince are basically working in their father's place already."

She smiled at her brother's comment. She was quite proud of her husband's high praise everywhere.

"A king works until the day he dies, Yusuf." King Najaf murmured, Haya couldn't agree more.

"Well then, may God give you all the health in the world baba." Yusuf replied, seeing the sudden grin which had appeared on the man's face.

"I haven't heard you say that since forever. You kids have spoiled our traditions with dad and mom."

He complained. Shahid, Haya and Yusuf only laughed.

After the dinner and the family talk in the living room, Sara stood up and decided to say goodbye to everyone.

"Sara, are you okay? You were too quiet."

Her mother was too caring. She looked concerned for Sara throughout and Haya felt like the concern was quite justified.

Sara shook her head as she hugged the woman.

"I am fine, thank you. I was just listening to everyone." She excused, earning a nod.

She gave Haya a customary hug this time, the kind that Haya couldn't really avoid.

"See you, Haya."

After bidding goodbye to everyone, she looked at her fiance a little awkwardly while Haya observed their actions.

Sara nodded in Yusuf's direction, ready to leave. However, Yusuf didn't look like he was ready to even see her off till the door.

"You're not going with her?" Haya asked, surprised as hell.

"No, I have some work." He mumbled, the Queen clicked her tongue.

"What work do you have at this time, son? You've never let her leave like this before. Go." She insisted.

Sara shook her head and smiled a fake smile. It was easier to detect.

"No, it's really okay. I have to rest as well. Yusuf should take care of his work first."

She replied, saying another set of byes and leaving instantly.

"See how understanding she is." Haya heard her mother say out loud.

She sighed and stared at her brother, worried.

"Oh yes, plenty. All I see is trouble in paradise."

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Haya.
Hi, miss me already?

Amir.
No. I'm just looking at a pretty woman instead.

Haya.
You and looking at other women? We're already dead, aren't we?

Amir.
Who says I'm looking at other women?

Haya.
😳

Amir.
I only have my eyes on you, baby.

Haya.
Wow I'm pretty.

Amir.
Beautiful. I'll call you once I get out of this meeting.

Haya.
So you're in a meeting and looking at my pictures? I'm flattered and surprised.

Amir.
That's what I used to do before we got married. Reminds me of the time I spent without you.

Haya.
Well, it used to be alot more magical then.

Amir.
It's still magical now, Haya. It's just more comfortable because we finally have each other.

Haya.
So you love me the same hmm?

Amir.
I love you even more.

Haya.
Thankyou 😘

Amir.
I don't think that's the correct answer to I love you.

Haya.
I love you so much I have stopped wearing backless dresses 😔

Amir.
And that makes me believe it.

Amir.
Have to go, talk later.

Haya.
Call me when you get free, I'm awake for your sake.

Haya.
Here's a picture just in case 😘

Amir.
Very sexy.

Haya.
Oh how far we've come from haram Haya.

Amir.
I did marry you, didn't I?

Haya.
So basically I was sexy before too but you were too halal to say it and now you can. Did I make you have lustful thoughts? 😳👀

Amir.
Bye Haya.

Haya.
So I didddd.

Amir.
Go to sleep. I'm not going to call anymore.

Haya.
I'm this close to posting this picture on instagram ☺️

Amir.
You little blackmailer.

Amir.
I'll call.

Haya.
I'll wait.

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The next chapters are all gonna he dramatic af. Too much going on!