I know I have to update atsh but it's gonna take some time since my mind is barely working. Although, going back to write golden is always fun.

For any of you who don't know, golden is just the part 1 of a Royal series that I am very excited to write.

The next part is forbidden love, which is going to be properly written once my current stories are done.

I've uploaded a new part for forbidden love on my other profile thatpakistanigirl

Check it out and don't forget to follow me there, add the story in your library and tell me what you think.

Also, this is like 5800 words so it's a long chapter. Make sure to vote comment and tell me what you think.

Thanks for all the love on golden, it's like the 70th chapter and idk what the fuck is making it so long but I'm gonna try finish it in the next 10 chaps or so.

Okay that's it then.

Enjoy 😘

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@Haya : currently obsessed with mirrors and details ✨

"I think something was wrong with my sister. She didn't seem happy."

Haya heard Amir murmur, as she stood in front of the mirror, taking her own pictures. She frowned, turning around to stare at him. She put her phone on the dresser table and found herself appreciating his new hair. It was quiffed up, since it had gotten longer and he wasn't in the mood to get a haircut. It suited him, since his beard was getting thick as well.

"Najma? You know she is expressionless." Haya murmured, because his sister had the same expression on her face most of the time. It was neither happy nor sad.

Amir cleared his throat and shook his head at her.

"Suhoor. She looked lost and I could have sworn I felt like she would start crying when she said goodbye."

He told her, concern evident all over his face.

Haya swallowed, because she had noticed it too. Suhoor had decided to leave after the engagement last night, the decision was sudden and it surprised everyone. Including Amir.

"That's normal, I think. I always feel bad when I leave home, you are basically leaving your comfort zone and going to another country to be the person that you want to be. It can be a little scary."

Haya tried to get his mind off the worries but Amir merely nodded.

"And I don't even understand why she left earlier than she was supposed to. I asked her twice and she had no answer for me."

He was in doubt. He felt like someone might have said something to her and she might have not liked it. He was even thinking that Haya might have said something but the way his sister had bid Haya goodbye, it had removed the doubt in Amir's head.

"If she was in trouble, I am sure she would have told you. If she is not ready to tell you right now, she might tell you later at some point."

Haya tried again, hoping that he wouldn't keep on touching the subject. She didn't know what had happened herself. Illyas looked extremely normal, like nothing had happened.

She wouldn't know if something had happened by his facial expressions anyway. He was a liar who knew how to put up a facade.

"So you think everything is fine and I shouldn't worry?" Haya hummed, walking upto him.

"Well yes. The only thing you should worry about is my freak out and how you would handle it if I am actually pregnant."

She replied, turning the conversation around. Amir let out a soft chuckle, his finger grazed her cheek as she looked up at him.

"I don't have to worry about handling you." He stated, enough confidence in his voice.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah. All I need to say is please baby and you'll happily listen to me."

He told her, she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Now you are just making it difficult upon yourself. I should really go back to being stubborn as hell." Haya shot back, as Amir wrapped his hand around her waist.

"So you admit it? That you're stubborn?"

She shook her head.

"No. I don't think I am stubborn anymore." She answered carefully, he didn't look like he agreed with her.

"I will just have to agree to disagree. Now can you promise me no alcohol at all?"

She clicked her tongue. He had mumbled something along the same lines last night as well. She had literally seen Aaliyah with a flute of champagne in her hand. If it wasn't for the non alcohol champagne that was also a part of the celebration last night, she probably wouldn't have been able to muster up such self control.

"Amir, I wasn't going to drink anyways. I told you I would try to not do it again." She said, a sigh escaping her mouth.

He kissed her hand, because she had too much makeup on for him to go anywhere near her face.

"And I love you for that but I needed to remind you anyway."

"Haya!" She was still caught up in her husband's arms when she heard her cousin's voice from outside the dressing room.

Haya frowned, because it was almost unlike of Aaliyah to come unannounced in Amir's presence.

"Aaliyah? What's she doing here?" She murmured, as her husband let her go and she walked out with a gentle smile.

Amir sprayed some perfume over himself and decided to wear his shoes, while Haya went to tend to her cousin.

As Haya entered the living room, she found Aaliyah in a beautiful blue dress. It complimented her skin in all the right places, her face however was a different story.

She looked happy, really happy. Her cheeks were pink to the point where she found them to be red, she had this light in her eyes that Haya hadn't seen before. It was a good sight to see. Aaliyah deserved to be happy.

"You look beautiful." Haya complimented, but Aaliyah seemed unsure.

"You sure? The hair is good but I don't know about the makeup. I feel like my cheeks are too pink."

She mentioned, causing Haya to chuckle.

"That's because your face is on fire. What happened?"

Aaliyah let out a grin, looking away for a moment before walking closer to Haya.

"Amir's inside?" She asked, Haya nodded with a shrug, telling her that it wasn't a big deal.

Aaliyah felt a little awkward that she had just barged in like old times and not realised that Haya was married now. Things weren't the same.

Before she could say anything, their eyes turned upon hearing the footsteps. Amir smiled, looking at Aaliyah as he greeted her with a salam.

"How are you doing? Good?"

Amir asked, as tender and as gentle as he could possibly be. Haya treated Aaliyah like a sister, so he had also developed a feeling of the similar sort. From what he had heard through his mother, Aaliyah hadn't had an easy childhood. Haya had never really talked about it, and Amir never felt the need to ask either.

"Yes, I'm good. Thank you." Aaliyah replied, smiling at the Crown Prince.

Amir knew he needed to give some time to both the women, so he excused himself.

"I'm going to visit my mother. I'll wait for you downstairs. Okay?" Haya nodded, watching him leave.

Haya could see the happiness all over Aaliyah, but she also looked a little conflicted. Was it because of all the sudden media attention and the way she was being accused of breaking a perfectly happy relationship?

"Are you really okay? You look absolutely gorgeous, tell me how you feel."

Haya questioned, hoping that Aaliyah wasn't too bothered by the recent drama.

"Okay, you are my best friend and you're the only one I talk about my relationships with but now he's your brother and I've no idea if I should talk-"

She set out a sigh of relief, glad that it wasn't what she was thinking. Haya stopped her from speaking and shook her head. The last thing she wanted was for her best friend to feel awkward because of the new dynamic between them.

"Stop. You are always going to be my best friend. Say whatever shit you feel like saying, you can even talk about his sex timing for all I care."

Haya mumbled lightly, although she knew she would probably through up if there was ever a conversation like that.

"Haya." Aaliyah dead panned.

"What? I'm serious. Okay now, go."

Aaliyah grinned, biting her lip as she pulled out her hand in front of Haya.

"A ring?" Haya asked, looking at the sparkling pink diamond on her finger.

Aaliyah nodded.

"So? You got engaged yesterday."

Her cousin clicked her tongue in annoyance. How did she go from being so fucking observant to not being observant at all?

"For God's sake Haya, this isn't the same ring."

Haya raised her eyes and stared at the ring again, nodding.

"Oh right, this isn't the family ring. Where's the family ring? Don't lose it, mum's gonna go crazy." She rambled, Aaliyah shook her head and showed her the family ring. It was quite big almost ugly, but it had a certain value.

"It is right here but I like wearing this one for now."

She looked at the ring one more time, and Haya found Aaliyah's cheeks brighten all over again.

"I know you are dying to squeal it out so just say it."

Aaliyah didn't need to hear anything more, as she started to rant all about what had gone down earlier this evening.

"So, he called me and he said if I was comfortable with him visiting my room and I said yes. So I quickly made myself a little presentable but then I realised that he had practically seen me look like hell so why does it even matter?"

Haya only stared and listened to her cousin, her happiness made Haya feel happy too.

"Anyway, he came inside the room and he tells me that I looked very beautiful yesterday and he is happy that I said yes. I couldn't even get a word out because I was blushing so hard,"

Yusuf was a perfect gentleman and the kind of man who was rather romantic and protective towards the woman he loved. Haya had experienced that way too many times, seeing him with Sara.

But it wasn't meant to be and this was.

She was glad to know that her brother was actually moving on and making an effort.

"He also apologized for everything being so rushed and then he put this ring on my finger because he said it was more personal to him."

Aaliyah squealed out, remembering the moment like it happened just now.

"I couldn't even get a word out. I think I was smiling so big that he started to grin as well. He promised that he would always take care of me and no one will ever utter a word against me."

"Yusuf was so tender and so sweet, Haya. You've no idea." Aaliyah gushed out.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, and then on his way out he had already turned around and I said goodbye but he turned back around again and he kissed me on my head."

It sounded pure, and beautiful.

"I literally had to sit down to calm down my beating heart the moment he left."

Haya couldn't help herself as she pulled her cousin into a hug, letting out a contented sigh.

"Aaliyah, I'm literally so fucking happy for you." She mumbled into her hair, pulling back.

"Me too, Haya. Like genuinely."

"I can finally be a Princess."

She further said, Haya nodded because it was so well deserved.

"You know you have always been one. Our grandfather was just the biggest asshole." Haya cursed, Aaliyah shrugged.

Haya was right but she didn't feel like talking ill of the dead.

"Hey, don't say that. He's dead now."

"Thank God."

Haya mumbled, shaking her head.

"Anyway, I was wondering if I could go with you? I don't want to make an entrance all alone. Everyone's going to stare and I don't know."

"Yusuf is going to take you, what are you talking about?"

"What?"

"Yes. He's engaged to you, he's going to come and take you." Haya murmured, taking out her phone.

"Wait, let me-" Before she could even make the phone call, the landline started to ring inside the living room.

Haya already knew it would be her brother, since they were already late.

"Yes, brother?"

"Haya, have you seen Aaliyah? The workers said she's with you."

"She's in my room, come and take her from here. I'm going downstairs now."

"Is everything okay?"

After the event had ended, she had found herself walking around the Royal garden. Yusuf had said his goodbyes to everyone and was still bidding some people off, where as Shahid was still stuck with his media duties.

On the other hand, Illyas hadn't done anything throughout the night. He certainly looked distracted, not even bothering to hang out with the friends who had especially flown from around the world to attend his brother's wedding.

Haya took notice of that, especially now that Illyas was walking around the garden as well with his hands typing fast on his phone.

Upon Haya's question, he looked up.

"What?"

"You seemed distracted the whole night. You didn't even talk to your own friends, including the singer you called in the first place."

Since Sara had been a big fan of the American singer, Illyas had told them that he knew her and she would happily come and perform at the wedding. She was the only one he had been so chatty about. Haya had often seen a few pictures of them and articles about Illyas hanging out with the singer but she hadn't paid much heed to it.

Her brother had been involved with many women, most of them were famous. It was hard to differentiate the women he was just friends with and the ones he actually had a thing with.

"It's both a blessing and a curse that you are so observant." Illyas replied, his fingers typing on his phone yet again as Haya let out a sigh.

"I know you have a lot of people around you and I also know that there are days where you feel like shit so I am not going to nag you tonight-"

He looked at her with a surprised expression on his face, interrupting before she could even complete the sentence.

"Thank you."

"Let me finish," Haya held out her hand, speaking again.

"I just think that it's extremely unnatural that Suhoor left so early. She had to stay another day after all. She was quite upset and even Amir mentioned that to me."

Upon the mention of Suhoor, Illyas looked at Haya and sighed. He didn't want to go through this topic again.

"Haya, there is nothing that should be your concern in all of this."

"Illyas, she is his sister. You screw her, you screw up the peace of my entire relationship." She tried to make him understand.

Her brother clicked his tongue.

"If your relationship's peace depends on me or his sister, then I don't think you have any faith in your relationship."

He didn't think Amir was the kind of man who would create issues with Haya because of external factors. The man had married a woman who had been a rebellious party girl with no sense of the morals and values that he grew up with. Her sister was the complete opposite of everything Amir was. Yet, the Crown Prince had fallen in love with her and married her. There was no way in hell that he would create problems in his relationship because of Suhoor or him.

"Everything is alright, stop thinking so much. We're all adults here."

He tried to explain, voice much calm than before.

"I know that family is important to you and I also know that you don't want issues between our families but it's not your job to worry about the choices that each one of us make. Yeah?"

Haya nodded, because Illyas was kind of right. Suhoor was an adult, making her own choices. So was her brother. There was no reason for her to constantly think about any of it.

"Okay," Haya said, checking her phone for the time.

It had been half an hour since Amir went for a swim, where the hell was he?

"I'll see you in the morning then." She murmured to her brother, who shook his head and put his phone in his pocket.

"I might not be here. I have some plans. You'll leave early?"

She nodded. There was no way in hell she would be able to stay any longer. She had to go back and start doing productive work, while also getting herself checked for an apparent pregnancy.

"Yes, I'll leave with Amir. I've been here for a while now." She told him, Illyas grinned.

"Thank God." He murmured, Haya rolled her eyes.

"Shut up,"

"So then the next time I see you, you might be fat?" He playfully asked, Haya dreaded gaining more weight than she already had.

Even after losing the four kilos she had gained because of Maraaish and it's stupidly delicious food, she still felt like she needed to work out more and lose a bit.

"I might be pregnant, yes." She affirmed.

"Same thing."

"Ugh." Haya made an annoyed face and surprisingly, Illyas pulled her into a hug.

She chuckled and hugged him back, as her brother put his hand on her head affectionately like an older brother would.

"Keep me informed, yeah? Change can be good too." He murmured, she only hummed as he pulled back and looked at his sister.

"A hug initiated by you? What?" She joked instead, Illyas pinched her arm with a straight face.

"Ouch." She tried to smack his arm, which only resulted in him moving back and laughing at her failed attempt.

Haya stared at him with a blank face. He put his arm around her shoulder and let out a huge exhale.

"We wouldn't be a happy family today without all your meddling and scheming. I'm glad you forced the truth out of Yusuf."

He hadn't really thanked her for forcing him to see what was wrong with their brother, and he wasn't going to do it either. Still, he was glad that Haya hadn't lost her touch.

"I'm not a schemer." Haya defended.

"You are."

@Haya : media outlets spreading gossip and fake news is so typical. While I might be used to the scandalous character assassination, my sister in law and bestfriend is not. Show some respect. Instead of spreading fake news, why don't you do something productive and spread the truth for once? Talk about minorities, talk about refugees, talk about abuse, harassment, rape, human rights. There's too many subjects to be covered, use your freedom of expression for that.

@Haya : when a black man gets killed, the western media remains silent. When women are beaten to death, the media in the muslim world remains silent. It's all about convenience and ratings. And no, don't twist this around and say that this is what the people want to see. The people only see what you show to them. Be responsible and the people with be responsible as well.

@Haya : and no, Princess Haya hasn't returned to her endless social media bashing. It's just the fact that Haya doesn't remain silent against the injustice and the character assassination by the ones responsible.

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"Why are you still outside? Where's Amir?"

She had been talking to her father for a while now, but it hadn't been about anything personal so far.

At first, it was about the few questionable people that had been invited for Yusuf's wedding, all because they had been involved in wrongful scandals. The King had to literally tell his daughter that he didn't exactly have the time to go through the guest list and check if they were Haya approved or not.

Then, it was a conversation about the media and how Yusuf's marriage was all over the news. It angered Haya, the way they kept talking about Aaliyah and Sara. And her brother. She had even posted a few tweets, merely because she had lost her patience.

And now, her father was wondering where the Crown Prince of Maraaish was.

"He's gone for a swim. Apparently, winters and warm water is more important than me." Haya joked and her father laughed as well, shaking his head at her.

"Your mother told me that you've been distressed lately." She nodded upon her father's statement, because she hadn't really had the opportunity to talk it out with her father. He had been so busy with everything that he couldn't spare her any time.

"She told you that I might be expecting, right?"

"She did."

Her father looked at her like the news was extremely joyous to him, but seeing the fear in his daughter's eyes..the King knew that she wasn't feeling all too well about it.

Haya swallowed, ready to spit it all out.

"Dad, I think I'm going to fail miserably. I don't think I can be a good mother yet, I'll probably blame the child for taking away my prime years."

She didn't remember telling the actual truth to anyone. She had not even told Amir about this. She felt like she would blame the baby and not feel connected, all because she wasn't ready for it yet.

King Najaf shook his head, not expecting such negativity from Haya on this matter.

"Haya, that's such a negative way to look at things." He voiced out, she looked at him with helpless eyes.

"I know, dad. I just can't help it."

He knew that Haya always came to him whenever she needed to ease her mind. He wanted to do just that.

"I think you'll be fine. You and Amir are good together. You're just thinking this way because you feel like you won't be able to do both."

He explained, continuing.

"You just forget that you are a multi tasker and being a mother is not a job, it's a blessing."

Amir kept calling it a blessing as well.

"You can work hard and bring the change you want while being a good mother at the same time. If God has chosen to bless you sooner than later, who are you to question it?"

She could do both. Her mother had done both, but she wanted so much more out of life. Now she would have to transition into a completely different person. No?

"You think?"

"Yes. What's the guarantee that you will be a better mother after three years? You don't know that."

Atleast he was right about that. There was no proof that she would be ready in three years or more.

"Besides, the Haya that I know will make it her mission to prove to herself and everyone else that she can do both."

Haya smiled and nodded in her father's direction. If he had so much faith and confidence in her, who was she to question her own abilities?

"Aren't you already excelling at being a good wife and at work?"

Haya frowned but still had a smile on her face at the same time.

"You think I'm a good wife? I think I trouble him too much and he loves me so he doesn't complain." She whined out, her father hummed.

"He wouldn't have been here for the past three days if you were not a good wife to him. He's here because of your relationship, not because of the terms Maraaish and Buredaan share."

If there was anything than made him more happy than seeing his children excel, it was the fact that Haya had chosen a wonderful man to marry. She had learned through her mistakes, experiences and had fought through so much to find the one she wanted to settle down for. He was happy that giving his daughter a certain freedom had led her to choose real happiness for herself.

"So you're saying that I shouldn't complain about the pregnancy to him then?"

Even though she had said it playfully, the King knew that she was probably arguing with her husband on the entire matter.

"Yes. You shouldn't. A child is a blessing, can't you see? I have four."

Haya laughed, because her mother would definitely not call it a blessing.

"Pain in the ass, more like." She used her mother's words from a whole back, the King shook his head.

"Language, daughter."

"You sound like Amir now."

"someone looks comfortable."

She had been staring at him for a while now. Surprisingly, he hadn't even noticed her until she spoke up. He seemed too content in the water, since it was quite warm. Haya didn't remember the last time she had jumped into the pool herself, even though it was right by her suite and super private.

"Join me." He gave her a loop sided grin, and Haya shook her head.

"I'm sleepy." She mumbled, wrapping the shawl around herself a little tighter.

"We'll go back straight to sleep after this. Come on." He insisted..

"Amir." She said his name, as a way to stop him from insisting.

Her husband looked at her and shook his head.

"Haya, take your clothes off and get inside." He ordered, she let out a laugh.

"Who are you and what have you done to Amir?"

She joked, even though she knew what he actually meant by that. His words had just sounded so unlike him.

"That's not what I meant." He tried to explain but Haya had already taken off her shawl and the knitters sweater she wore underneath.

She had her camisole on, and surprisingly her husband didn't say anything as she took off her pants, leaving her only in the underwear. She figured it was because no one could dare enter this area anyway.

She entered the water and instantly relaxed.

"Hi." She whispered, nearing him as he smiled at her.

"Hey."

"And now I understand why you won't get out." She leaned against the wall, in no mood to swim but just sit still and feel the water.

"It's too relaxing." Amir agreed, leaning against the wall the same way as her.

"Ready to go back home?" He asked after a few moments, as he saw his wife connecting her phone with the speakers.

She put on a soft arabic melody, nodding at her Prince.

"This is home. Isn't it? Everything I want and everything I need is right here. My family's here, you're here."

She said to him, he hummed.

"And my family's here." He pointed out.

"Yeah,"

He knew Haya still didn't consider Maraaish as her home, she didn't consider his family like her own family. It was always Amir's home, Amir's family, Amir's country. He wanted her to accept Maraaish as a part of her identity now.

"But Maraaish is home, you can have two homes Haya. You have to open up to the idea of it."

He reminded her, she just shrugged.

"Thank you for being so kind with Hunain, he wasn't expecting it."

She change the course of the conversation, taking him back to the night earlier. Hunain had arrived two days ago, and Haya had been as friendly with him as she could have been in front of Amir.

She was obviously worried that Amir might not be very kind to him but he actually didn't have a mean bone in his body while talking to him. He was so calm and patient, Haya could use a little bit of it herself.

"I had to recite so many verses to calm myself down before meeting him. If I'm being honest, I stopped thinking like your husband there. I only thought like a Crown Prince."

He wasn't willing to fight Haya because of a man who was in her past. He didn't understand the idea of being friends with someone you had been with at some point, but he didn't want to ruin the peace of his marriage because of it.

Besides, Haya was probably carrying his child now. He wanted to focus on that. 

"Maraaish can not afford to be on bad terms with Jordan. My personal feelings should never impact who I am as a leader."

He elaborated, Haya raised an eyebrow at him.

"Very inspiring, Mr Crown Prince. So you weren't jealous then hmm?"

She playfully asked, her husband scoffed.

"Why would I be jealous when I married the woman I wanted to and now she's probably carrying my child?"

"There's no one who can compete with me. I got Haya to settle down, that's something."

Haya knew that he was also being playful but at the same time, he looked a little serious.

"I was only teasing," She murmured, Amir moved around within the water and pulled her into his arms, as she turned away from the wall.

"I know, baby. You're okay yeah?"

She knew he was asking her about her mental health and how she felt about the pregnancy.

Haya nodded, hoping to put his mind at ease too.

"I am. Whatever happens, we'll deal with it. I can't fight fate so I shouldn't think negatively of it either."

She told him, finding him chuckle.

"Good girl. Who knocked this sense into you?"

"You, Amir." She lied, because he had tried so hard in getting her to relax but she hadn't really relaxed until she talked to her father.

No one else had been able to make an impact like that.

"It was your father, wasn't it?"

Amir called her out, because he knew her. In a way, her father's confidence in her and his belief that she would be okay..it was all Haya needed to remain calm.

"Obviously. Who else do I even listen to?"

The Prince hummed in agreement, watching as she opened her mouth and spoke again.

"Other than you, ofcourse. Dutiful wife and all," she murmured, Amir chuckled because being in the water wasn't exactly the place where he wanted to talk about it with her.

Still, he couldn't help it.

"Dutiful? Didn't you just post a brutal thread about the media on twitter?"

He called her out, remembering the conversation he had with his team just a while ago.

"They were calling Aaliyah a homewrecker. You really thought I wouldn't say a word?" Haya shot back.

"I didn't, but you shouldn't have. You're a Princess, you're not supposed to act like a celebrity who thrashes the media on social media platforms. This is bigger than that,"

He explained, Haya clicked her tongue.

"You know when you called me here, I thought we'd be a little romantic in the water, maybe make out and then go to sleep."

She told him, continuing when Amir only stared at her.

"Instead, you called me here to give a lecture where I wouldn't have any escape." She pointed out, making the Prince groan.

"That's what you think?"

"Amir."

"Haya, let Yusuf and Aaliyah fight their battles. You're my wife, I don't want you being involved when you're just starting to be welcomed by my people. Please."

She rolled her eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes. Look at me."

She looked at him with a blank face.

"Promise me that you will be more careful from now on." Haya didn't want to promise anything like that.

"If I see something wrong, I will comment on it. That's who I am." She reminded him.

"I won't just remain silent because some people don't like it. I won't lose who I am to be liked. Okay?"

She already thought she had lost so much of her initial personality, but everyone kept telling her that it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. She didn't want to lose a part of herself which took pride in speaking up and using her freedom of expression and privilege.

"Haya." He wasn't willing to let it go.

"Okay, Amir? Now kiss me or I'm getting out of here." She insisted, not willing to compromise on this.

"Stop being stubborn." Amir said instead, shaking his head at her.

"You know very well that my stubbornness and my will to speak up was the reason you found me attractive in the first place. You can't change me now."

She told him, he inhaled a deep breath.

"It was more than that."

Haya moved close to him, as she was the one who had moved away in the first place. She put her hands around his neck, he sighed but held her by the waist anyway.

"Look, Amir.."

"I've grown up in a world where I've enjoyed being a Royal, I've enjoyed talking to the media and giving interviews and attending movie premieres and galas. You might think it's some celebrity shit but it's always been me."

She said, continuing when Amir looked at her with utter attention.

"And at the same time, I've enjoyed speaking up for the people who have mattered. I've enjoyed using my privilege to help the ones who need it, I've enjoyed raising my voice. These are two of my personalities that I can't give up on."

She wanted him to know that she wouldn't be able to stop talking because people wouldn't like it.

"Alcohol, clothing, parties, I can compromise on that but not on my values. It's who I am. You got to learn to love me like this."

His face softened, and his hand cupped the side of her cheek.

"I do love you like this." He reminded her, because there was no part of Haya that Amir didn't love with utter passion.

"But I also want my people to love you and that will not be possible if you keep bashing people for having an opinion. Do you get me, Haya?"

He tried.

"You will eventually land me into trouble. This isn't a big deal but if I don't ask you to be careful right now, then you'll write something else in the next days and I'll be the one answerable. Do you get that?"

He further added, but Haya felt like she could argue with him over it really well.

"I do, but-" He stopped her, because he knew they would both end up arguing because of a difference of opinion.

"Okay. Let's end this here, yeah? When you feel like saying something opinionated, just talk to me about it first. Don't ask anyone from your team or mine, just ask me. Can you do that?"

She narrowed her eyes at him..

"You'll obviously say no."

"We'll figure it out together."

She didn't know whether she wanted to say yes or no. She sighed, like she didn't know what to do and he had made her upset.

Amir noticed, feeling guilty.

"Baby, please. Don't pout now." He softly nudged her and she only looked away.

"Now may I kiss you?"

She shook her head and tried to wiggle out of his grip.

"No."

"Did I hear yes? Oh yes I did." He teased her, she gasped.

"Consent!" She exclaimed, but her tone was also light hearted and playful.

Amir grinned, show casing his dimples. Her heart melted at the sight, as always.

"I can not handle another lecture filled conversation, Haya." He murmured, leaning forward.

"Fine, just kiss me then."

Thoughts?