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"No, fuck."

He heard her whimper in her sleep, as he laid right next to her. They were too exhausted to shower after the sex last night, with Amir planning to shower before the morning prayer instead. They had fallen asleep at two, both of them exhausted and done for the day. He had sleepily placed a kiss on her hair and gone to sleep with his hands holding her from the waist, and a leg sprawled over her. Haya usually didn't complain about the weight, and he knew she actually found comfort in it.

"Haya?" He thought she might be having a bad dream, as he looked at her with sleep hazed eyes and shook her.

"No, no, no." She murmured again, and Amir let out a frown.

"What's going on?" He asked, still holding her.

"Move." She said to him, Amir rubbed his eyes instead.

"What?"

"Just, please move." She whispered again, and Amir didn't want to move right now. He wanted her to tell him what was wrong.

"Haya, what happened? Are you okay?" He tried to hold her face, one of his hands leaving her waist as his hold loosened.

"Can you just move first?" She almost snapped this time, and he moved back with a frown.

Haya got off the bed in a hurry, not even looking behind as she rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door hard.

Amir flinched, and switched on the lights. As he got off the bed as well, he understood what had happened. There was a small red dot on the bed. No wonder she had rushed inside.

"Oh." A wave of disappointment washed all over him.

He didn't understand. The fertility doctor last month had cleared the both of them. They were fine. Haya's body was perfectly fine and his sperm count was fine too.

Every month, he hoped for something like this and he prayed for it. Still, he didn't get it. Maybe God's plan didn't include a child for them right now. He couldn't do anything about it.

He pulled the sheets off the bed, throwing them on the floor. He sat down on the bed, knowing that he would have to talk to his wife and then shower before praying. Sleep had literally flown away.

He waited for a while, but frowned when Haya didn't come outside the bathroom even after so long.

He knocked on the door.

"It's been a while since you're in there. Haya?" He didn't hear anything in response and he let out a sigh.

Of course she was upset. 

"Haya, open it. Don't be like this." He said again, waiting outside with his arms crossed over his chest.

Haya splashed some water over face, just to get rid of the flustered face and the anger she felt because of it. When did carrying a child become such an important thing for her? When did the idea of being pregnant took over every other thought? What the fuck was wrong with her! Why had she changed so much. She was happy before. This? This was torture.

She walked out of the bathroom, seeing Amir standing right outside the door. She looked at him with an unreadable expression on her face while he shook his head, giving her a gentle smile.

"There you are." He murmured, taking a hold of her hand.

She let out a huge sigh.

"I don't understand. My periods are regular again, it means everything's fine with me. Why am I not getting pregnant then?"

She questioned, exasperated as hell.

"The doctor told you that time and patience will help. It didn't happen this month? It'll happen next month. Okay?"

She clicked her tongue.

"But, it's so unfair." She whined. In reality, she wanted to punch something because of the pent up stress and frustration. Would Amir let her punch him? But his face was so pretty, it would be a shame.

"Look at Sara, she cheated on my brother once and got pregnant. Here we are, trying the halal way and fucking nothing."

She cursed, but Amir had literally learned to ask her not to curse when she was pissed like this. It caused her to curse even more.

"Halal way hmm?" He teased, because Haya hardly ever said anything of this sort. She didn't believe in it as much as him.

"Amir," she looked away, upset. She was not in the mood to be teased, she was pissed off and she was sad. This wasn't how her life was supposed to go.

"Baby, look at me." Haya looked at him, a pout on her lips.

"It will happen, yeah? You just have to stop stressing out." He advised.

Everyone kept telling her to not take this to her head and remain calm but how could anyone remain calm after trying for whole month and not getting the result you wanted, again?

"When was the last time you even went to work? Didn't I give you a task to do?"

Okay, so she had been putting off her work and giving it all to Nadia for quite a few days now. But she was so obsessed with the idea of pregnancy right now that she couldn't focus on her work at all.

"I don't care. Get me pregnant first." She said, he raised an eyebrow at her.

Who was this woman?

"You don't care about making things easier for women in this country?"

"Of course, I care. I just can't seem to concentrate right now. Nadia is doing a good job anway." She grumbled, he couldn't take it.

The Queen had told him twice that this was not unlike her usual behaviour. She had always been this way. If she wanted something, she wanted it with obsession and dedication. Right now, she was hung up on the idea of having a child andit was stressing her out even more than she was letting on. She had been extremely upset, because Haya didn't sound happy over the phone calls. She shared her worries with Amir, who told her that he would take care of the situation.

"Okay, that's enough." He murmured, knowing that he will have to take atleast two days off from work now.

"What?"

"I'm taking you to Paris." He announced, causing Haya to raise her eyes in return. When did that happen?

"Huh?"

"Your mother is worried about you. She told me I should take you for a vacation. She was right."

Haya let out an exasperated sigh. They were still talking?

"Amir, stop chatting with my mom."

"The point is, we're going today."

"Why Paris?"

"I also miss my sister."

@AmirBinAbdullah : 'prayer is bringing your wishes and worries to God; faith is leaving them there.'

"Did you tell Suhoor that we were coming?" She enquired once they were all ready to go. She sat in the seat opposite to him and Amir shook his head at her.

"No, I want to surprise her. She called me on Friday and she was almost crying, said she missed me alot."

Haya hummed.

"But what if she's busy?"

She wasn't exactly scared that Suhoor would be busy, she was hesitant because she wasn't sure where her brother had been in the past few days. The last thing she wanted was to walk in on both of them making out.

"Then she's busy. We'll just meet her and go our separate ways." Amir replied, causing Haya to nod.

"Okay,"

She should have asked her mother about Illyas.

"I don't even remember the last time I was in Paris." She muttered, taking out her phone at the same time.

"It was before we got married. I remember." Haya looked up from her phone, as she opened her chat with her brother at the same time.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

She quickly shot him a text, getting straight to the point. She was sure he would just ignore her if she sent him a text and asked him how he was doing.

Haya
Where are you? Please tell me you're not in France again.

Her brother saw the message instantly, which was actually quite the surprise.

Illyas.
I'm not. Leave me alone.

She let out a sigh of relief. Okay, perfect.

"Can I say something?" She looked up and put her phone away, since her husband seemed quite keen to have a conversation that even he looked hesitant to have.

"Yes?"

"There's something I would like to say but at the same time, I don't want you to feel like I'm trying to impose my thoughts on you."

Okay?

She nodded, getting up as she sat on the seat next to him. She pulled up her legs, to be more comfortable.

"You know you can say anything you want, Amir." She said, giving him the freedom.

Amir hummed, hoping that his wife would understand. He had been thinking about this for a very long time but he never wanted to initiate an argument which is why he mostly didn't share such thoughts with her.

"I just feel like I am so much at peace with everything that's happening because I have faith that at the end, everything is going to turn out fine."

He started off, referring to the difference between the stress that they shared.

"I am not saying that you don't have faith, Haya. I am just trying to say that if you try and get closer to God, you might worry less."

Haya frowned, looking at him.

"I have faith," she defended on instance, he nodded.

"I know, but faith isn't just believing that God exists, it's also way you pray and the dedication you show in your prayers."

He tried, letting out a small exhale.

"Do you remember the paintings you showed me when I went to Buredaan? You never paint that here."

He pointed out. She had shown him so many of her personal paintings but she had never even picked up a brush after the first two months of their marriage.

Haya herself didn't know why she had stopped painting. Maybe, she had lost interest.

"I don't know why, I used to paint alot in Buredaan. I liked doing alot of things there, I used to play the piano, I used to go to art galleries, I would initiate these events where I'd invite artists and they'd collectively paint in the same place. I was a huge fan of calligraphy, I would go to fashion shows, I don't know.."

She didn't even want to think about it. If she thought about it too much, she would get mad that she had changed and start fighting with Amir. It was the last thing she wanted to do.

"There's alot of things that I did in Buredaan, that I can't do over here. Some, because of the culture and others because I can't find the will to do it."

She elaborated, Amir let out an understanding nod.

"There's calligraphy contests here all the time, Maraaish is known for it's islamic art..there is an abundance of artists here. You can play the piano here as well, there's one in our home for a reason."

He mentioned, continuing.

"Fashion shows? You can always take the plane and go wherever you want."

He further added, because he always wanted to see Haya in her element. 

"And painting? I would love to see you paint by the pool, or even teach me. You should do the things you love, Haya. You can't stay obsessed with one idea or the other and not do what you love in between."

He tried to explain, and Haya knew what he meant. He was right. She hadn't done anything worth mentioning in the past four months. Nothing. All she had actually done was manage to get obsessed with the idea of a child and bitch about doctors.

"I can't seem to find peace in the things I used to love doing. I don't know what's the reason behind it." Haya let the words out, staring at Amir.

"Personally, prayer means peace for me." He told her, squeezing her hand.

"Whenever I get up to pray, I expect you to at least try and pray once or twice a day but you don't."

Everytime he got up to pray and purposely created a little noise so she would get up and do the same, she managed to roll over and let out a loud moan, mumbling on how she needed to sleep.

"it is your choice and it will happen when it happens but I feel like it is my responsibility to at least advise you."

He was being so careful with his words, it almost amused Haya.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, tell me how you feel when you pray."

"When I close my eyes and just make a prayer, I feel the sudden peace in my heart that no matter how tough life gets and no matter how much responsibility falls on my shoulders, there is going to be some divine force who will make it all better for me."

He tried, Haya had not really derived peace from prayers. She didn't know how that worked. She knew that her father's prayer room was the most peaceful part of the Palace. But personally, she had never really prayed hard enough just so she would feel at peace. She didn't know how that worked.

"I think I will start with painting again." She said, because she did miss the painting aspect of her life.

"And I will try to to pray, sometimes." She added, a little hesitant.

Amir raised an eye at her.

"Sometimes?"

She didn't know how to explain it, but she let the words out anyway.

"Amir, it's just that I have never really prayed for the peace of my mind. I know how important it is and I really should do it, I know that. its just I see you with this abundance and this incredible knowledge about religion and praying and I can't compete with you on that."

She didn't want to pray because her husband prayed. She didn't want to have the knowledge of religion to try and be the same as Amir. She was raised in a different environment, she could never be like Amir.

"Baby, no one's asking you to compete with me. I'm not even asking you to pray with me or like me. I'm only asking you to consider it,"

He explained himself, seeing the conflict on Haya's face.

She didn't know what to say. She didn't want to say no and saying yes, that would mean alot of responsibility.

"Try it once. If it makes you feel good, you'll want to do it on your own." He murmured, ready to end the conversation.

"Okay,"

"The Princess will be so happy to see you. She was talking about you yesterday."

Haya really did not understand how Suhoor lived her life. She was away from Maraaish and yet there was a little Maraaish with her.

She could understand the house. She lived in one herself when she was studying in London. The security was important too, but there was way more security than required. Haya usually had two guards, in normal clothes follow her quietly. Even then, she would tell them not to enter a certain place and they would patiently wait outside.

This was all scary. It was horrifying.

There was a woman in her mid forties who had welcomed them into the house. Upon Haya's inquiry, Amir had told her that she used to be Suhoor's nanny and had been sent here to keep an eye on his sister.

The worst part was, the woman wasn't alone. There were three more women in the house, all of which had been serving the Royal family for a long time. One of them cooked the food, one cleaned the house and the third one helped around with other chores.

In reality, they were all present to make sure Suhoor didn't slip away. Haya rolled her eyes as Amir talked to the woman in full arabic, questioning her about her health and family and all kinds of other things. It was only when she told him how happy Suhoor would be to see him that he smiled and sat down on the sofa.

"And here I am. Where is she?"

"She went out for a walk. She said she'll be back soon."

"And you didn't go with her?" Amir cross questioned, Haya widened her eyes.

"What? She gets to accompany Suhoor everywhere?"

"I have to tell her mother what the little miss is upto. She's a child, you see." The woman replied in return, Haya shook her head.

"Amir? Are you serious? That's some level of control."

She was angry about this. What was the point of sending her away when they couldn't even let her be free? This was fucked up.

"Haya, we couldn't just send her away and leave her all on her own."

She heard her husband reply, as if it was very normal. It was normal to be protective but this was on another level.

"Yeah, so you bought her a house, stationed way more security than required and managed to keep nannies for an almost nineteen year old. Perfect."

Her sarcasm was easily detectable. How did Suhoor even meet anyone without it being informed back to the Palace? How did she even meet Illyas?

"That's not true. It's not like we ask for updates on who comes and goes. She can have friends over whenever she wants to. This is all for her protection." Amir clarified, but Haya wasn't having any of it.

"Sure, whatever you say."

She was relieved when the door opened and Suhoor entered with a woman by her side. Haya saw the way Amir's entire face lit up, and how he suddenly stood as if he had been waiting so long to see his sister.

There was such an open display of affection when it came to Amir and his family. It wasn't like her with her brothers at all. They would tease and nag and annoy one another. There was more friendship and argument in their relationship then open affection and respect.

"Finally!" Amir exclaimed and Suhoor looked up, eyes widened as she stared at her brother.

She had a beige colour gown thrown over her dress, and she wasn't adorning a headscarf as she used to back in her Homeland. Haya smiled, because Suhoor looked genuinely happy. It was good to see that the girl was atleast getting some sort of freedom here.

"Brother?"

Her smile faltered for just a moment, before she grinned and walked towards him with quick steps.

"Assalamu alaykum, oh my God, what are you doing here?" Amir embraced her, replying to her greeting with a salam of his own as he kissed the top of her head.

"We came to meet you. How are you?"

As the brother and sister pulled away from each other, Suhoor smiled again and embraced him. 

"Oh, I'm good. I'm fine, thank you." She mumbled over his chest, pulling away to meet Haya.

"Haya, hello." As she neared her sister in law, Haya's eyes widened.

She saw a reddish purple mark on her neck, highly visible and almost fresh. Haya quickly pulled her in a hug, whispering in her ear.

"Your neck, hickey, hair." She mumbled and Suhoor's eyes widened as well. She quickly put her hair above her ears, covering up with an awkward smile.

Amir smiled, seeing the happy exchange between the two. He hadn't seen Haya being affectionate with his sister before. They hadn't really bonded well since the start. It was nice to see that they were comfortable with each other now.

"It's so good to see you both. I missed you, brother."

"I missed you as well. How's everything? How are your studies?"

"All is perfect, alhamdullilah."

Haya couldn't help but think about Suhoor's love bite. She knew there was something between her and her brother. But Illyas had told her he wasn't in France. Was there someone else in Suhoor's life too?

Ugh.

Illyas was such a liar though. How would she even know if he was telling the truth or not?

"I'll just go and change. Can we have lunch together?"

She said, looking around.

"That's what we are here for. Haya and I will leave after lunch and see you tomorrow,"

Haya was glad that they would leave after lunch. The last thing she wanted was for Amir to gain access to any information.

"Oh, so you're actually here on a romantic getaway then?"

"Just go and change." He pushed his sister towards the stairs, Suhoor only laughed and ran up.

"She looks so happy, yeah? I feel like this change did her good." Amir mentioned, seeing how happy his sister was as she ran upstairs.

Haya could relate to that happiness all too well. The glow on your face after a perfect makeout session was actually quite familiar with her. Not to mention his sister had arrived back with the hickey on her neck.

Haya pulled out her phone, knowing that she needed to recheck with Illyas.

Amir and I are in Paris. Please tell me you're not here. I just witnessed Suhoor with a not so pleasant mark on her neck.

She texted him, then rang him twice just so he could take note that this was urgent and she was not playing around.

Illyas texted her back after a few minutes, with an angry emoji.

Stop fucking calling me I'm busy.

He didn't respond to any of what she had said. Either he didn't read the message or he just chose to ignore it.

As Suhoor's ex nanny and apparently guardian angel in Paris entered the living room, she called for Amir's name with a cautioned face.

"Prince, there is something I need to talk to you about." She slowly started, and Haya looked up at her. She sounded genuinely concerned. It was intriguing.

"Is everything alright?"

"It's about Suhoor. May I take a minute?"

Haya swallowed, not knowing what the woman was about to say. When the older woman stared at Haya for a moment before looking back at Amir, the Prince put her at ease.

"Majda, say what you need to say. Please." He said, and she let out a nod speaking up.

"You know I've brought that girl up like my own daughter and I don't want her to go down the wrong path."

"Of course." Amir felt worried too, not understanding where the woman was going with all of it.

"I have been trying to get her to listen to me. I have told her not to do this but she still does. At first, it wasn't so much and I tried to ignore it but I can not do it anymore."

Fuck. Did she know something?

Haya didn't remember the last time she actually felt scared. Why was she even scared?

"What is happening?"

Majda didn't say anything for a few seconds, then she slowly spoke up.

"She is involved with someone. There's a man who visits her sometimes and she comes back with gifts and flowers. Sometimes they get delievered here. She won't tell me who it is but I fear she's fallen in the wrong hands."

Amir felt his eyes widen, as if he could not believe what the woman was saying to him. Haya felt her eyes widen too, because she knew who the man was and things were about to get really complicated.

"Are you sure?" Amir asked, fishing for more information. He needed to confirm everything before talking to Suhoor.

"Yes. She talks to him as well. I have overheard her talking to him alot of times. His name is-"

Haya didn't know how but she just stopped the woman, not ready to hear her brother's name or be a part of drama. They came here to relax, not be in a dramatic situation.

"That's enough. Even if there is someone, it's her personal life. Why are we discussing this?" She quickly said, turning to look at Amir.

"Amir, she's old enough to handle herself." She tried, and Amir clicked his tongue.

Of course, Haya would support it. She thought these things were healthy and normal. They were not.

"Haya, wait. Yes Majda, what's the name?" He turned around, not willing to let go of the conversation.

"She calls him Illyas. I don't know who the man is but he is a Muslim, atleast by the name."

For a moment, everything was still. She stared at her husband who looked like he couldn't believe the name that the woman had spilled out from her mouth.

Then, he wanted to hear it again.

"Illyas? Are you sure?"

The woman nodded, telling him that she had heard Suhoor talk to a man named Illyas countless of times.

Amir nodded, because Illyas was a very common name. It couldn't have been Haya's brother. Right?

He looked at Haya, who was avoiding his gaze.

When he kept staring, Haya looked at him with a frown.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked, her tone louder than he had expected.

Okay, so she felt freaked out.

"Did you not hear the name she just said?" Amir repeated, Haya pretended that she didn't really care enough. It wasn't a big deal.

"Yes, so?" She asked with a fake blank look on her face.

"Haya." He took her name, as if he wanted her to say something more than what she had just said.

"What?!" Haya exclaimed back, because she knew that she would get stuck in all of it anyway.

Could she fake that she didn't know and just save her relationship?

But lying again? She didn't want to lie.

Illyas hadn't exactly accepted his relationship for this very reason. She could simply say she didn't know and get away with it. Right?

"Is everything okay?"

In between the conversation, Suhoor had arrived. She looked concerned as she saw the tense expressions on everyone's face. Amir hadn't even let Majda leave the room.

Aamir stood up from the sofa and stared at his sister. He did not look happy at all.

"No, it's not. Majda says you're having an affair with someone. Tell me this is not true."

He was going to give her the benefit of the doubt. he was going to trust that his sister would not break his and his family's trust. He had let her come here and fulfill her dream, after a very long fight with his father. If Suhoor was involved in anything immoral, he would be the one responsible for it.

"It's not true." Suhoor slowly said, but even an idiot could see that she was lying.

Unlike Illyas, Suhoor didn't look too convincing while telling a lie. Haya didn't know how she had gotten so far with an expression like that.

When Amir kept staring at her and Majda also shot her a look of disbelief, Suhoor looked like she was close to panicking.

"She's lying! Majda, stop it." Suhoor said out loud, snapping at the woman because she couldn't snap at Amir.

Haya tried to help too, despite the bad lying face that her sister in law seemed to have.

"See? There. Let's have lunch now." She mumbled, getting up too.

Amir shot her a look.

"No, wait. Suhoor, look at me and tell me that she's not right. I don't tolerate lies and you know it."

He was serious this time, much more serious than Haya had anticipated him to be. He looked intimidating almost.

Suhoor stepped away, subconsciously putting her hair behind her ear in nervousness. Haya cringed, seeing the purple mark on display.

"Brother, I-" Amir didn't think it was actually there, not from a distance atleast. He thought he was only seeing things, this wasn't happening.

He took a step closer, Suhoor gulped.

"What's that on your neck?" He asked cautiously, taking another step to have a proper look at the mark.

No.

"Amir," Haya murmured, a little freaked out herself at this point.

This was the man who made sure not to leave any mark on Haya's body where it could be seen. This was the man who was hesitant in holding his own wife's hand and had only got comfortable with it after months of Haya's nagging. Now here he was, staring at a love bite on his sister's neck.

"What is that on your neck, Suhoor?" He sounded angry with every word, and Suhoor couldn't help herself as a quick lie came out of her mouth.

"I burnt myself with a curling iron,"

It was a good lie. Haya had to give her that, but the way she had said it, it gave away once again that she was lying.

"Oh, that's happened with me too. My hair stylist is so careless at times." Haya added, hoping that Suhoor's words would get some sort of weight and Amir wouldn't make a big deal out of it.

Amir didn't even look at Haya, choosing to stare at his sister with a firm glare.

"Do not try to fool me." He warned, fierce with his voice.

"Brother,"

"It's true. Yes? There is a man." He asked, trying not to lose his temper.

"Is that why you said no to the marriage? Did you lie to me then?" He bombarded her with questions, Suhoor felt the tears come in her eyes. She knew Amir wouldn't tolerate it. She knew it.

"No, I didn't!" She told him the truth for the very first time.

"Are you lying to me now?" Haya didn't want to say anything but she shook her head at Suhoor, asking her to say no.

She had learned this trick from Illyas. He kept on being stubborn, even if others caught upto his lies. At some point, the person just gave up.

From the corner of his eye, Amir saw Haya.

"And what the hell are you doing?!" He snapped at her, tilting his head to actually look at his wife.

His face was fuming with anger. Haya would be lying if she didn't feel intimidated herself.

"Excuse me?"

"You're shaking your head at her. I saw you." He pointed out, she shook her head.

"No Amir." The Crown Prince only clicked his tongue, looking back at his sister.

"Suhoor, I swear on God I'll take you back to Maraaish right now if you don't tell me the truth!"

He was angrier this time. His voice was loud, he didn't care that Majda was also in the room, he didn't care that he was losing his patience. He hated being lied to. He hated it. His sister had been continuously lying.

"Okay, okay. Fine."

Suhoor gave up.

Her brother would find it out. He would. It was better if she just told him.

"I'm so sorry, I-okay yes. Yes I have someone in my life and I didn't want to tell you because obviously it's scary. You don't believe in all this and I thought you'd be really mad and-"

She rambled on and on, tears coming out of her eyes as she told her brother the truth.

"So you ran to Paris and decided to throw yourself at a man because there wasn't anyone to stop you?" Amir interfered, his blood boiling at the thought of a man touching his sister.

Suhoor shook her head, trying to explain. She tried to near her brother but Amir kept her at arm's length.

"Okay, good."

"Majda, go pack her bags. We're leaving for home."

He announced. What the fuck? They just arrived?

"What? No! Haya-" Suhoor looked at Haya for help, she stepped up and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Amir, stop it. You're acting crazy. It's just an affair." She softly said, hoping that he would atleast stop being so angry.

"Just an affair?" Amir repeated her words bitterly, Haya let out a sigh.

Even with them, he had called it a meaningless haram relationship and proposed marriage. How could he tolerate it with his sister?

"Haya, my head is already spinning. Do not push me right now." He warned, shaking his head at her. His voice was low, as if he didn't want to embarass her.

Haya appreciated that. Atleast he hadn't completely lost his mind.

"Who is he?" He asked Suhoor, leaving literally no room for any other explanation.

Haya had never had any of her brothers be this firm with her. She was the youngest, even then, they had let her be the person she wanted to be.

"He's someone from the college. You don't know him." She lied, surprisingly better than before.

"What's his name?"

When Suhoor pondered for a moment, Haya wanted to smack her own head. Idiot.

"You can't remember his name?"

"Abdul, his name is abdul." She said the first name that came out of her mouth.

Ironically, Illyas' PA was named Abdul too. It was his first name.

"Majda said you talk on the phone with someone named Illyas."

Suhoor couldn't control herself as she sneaked a glance at Haya, who scowled at the girl instead. Fucking idiotic girl.

"Why do you keep looking at Haya?" Amir was observing too much. It was getting frustrating.

"Did you know?" Haya shook her head.

"I don't know of any Abdul, it's her personal life. Why would I get into it?" She easily lied, but technically it wasn't even a lie.

It wasn't difficult to lie for her either. She just felt guilty later on and she didn't want Amir to not trust her. She had already lied once and thankfully he hadn't made a big deal out of it.

"Suhoor, you have one more chance." He warned, looking at sister. 

"I'm not lying, I promise." She rambled, but Amir could see the lie in her eyes. The fear of being caught. He could see it.

"I have never invaded your privacy before. Do not force me to go through your phone." He threatened, Haya's eyes widened.

"Amir, stop." He didn't even listen to her.

Suhoor knew that if he went through her phone, it would be downright embarassing and humiliating.

"His name is Illyas. Majda is right. He's not from here."

She told the truth, Haya gulped.

She had never felt scared for anyone but right now, she felt afraid. She felt afraid because she didn't want her brother to get in the middle of it all. She didn't want her relationship to get hurt. This was what had freaked her out from the very first day.

Fuck.

"Where is he from?" Amir still asked, hoping that it wasn't the person he thought of.

"Buredaan."

Haya felt her ears ring for a moment. Suhoor's face paled as well.

Amir, he just could not take it anymore.

"No, tell me you didn't." He couldn't believe it. His own sister? Haya's brother? Was this actually happening?

God. No.

"Haya, tell me your brother did not just-"

The disappointment and anger was evident on his face and he did not know how he was going to deal with all of it, considering it was his responsibility. He was the one who had continuously convinced everyone that Suhoor had a right to live her life and fulfil her dreams.

What would his father say?

"Astaghfirullah. Allah give me sabr, I can't do this." He mumbled more to himself than to both of them, Haya tried to put a hand on his arm. She felt concerned at this point.

"Amir, just-" She tried, he shook his head and took a step away.

"Don't, don't touch me. Call him."

She looked at him with disbelief. What?

"What? No." She wouldn't call Illyas and tell him the kind of drama his actions had created. She didn't want an argument between Amir and her brother.

"Call him right now."

Amir had never ordered her before but right now, it sounded like it.

"Why should I call him? Just talk to your sister, don't involve my brother in all of this." She rambled, Amir couldn't believe Haya had said that.

"Your brother is already involved! Look at this!"

He yelled, gesturing towards Suhoor.

"Aren't you ashamed? Do you know whose daughter you are? Shame on you!"

His voice was louder than before, so loud that even Haya had to put a hand on her heart to calm herself down.

It was actually scary.

"Amir, calm down." She whispered still, taking a deep breath.

The Prince took a deep breath as well, finding Haya's eyes.

"Did you know, Haya?"

Haya couldn't get herself to lie but telling the truth would also ruin her relationship. He would obviously get angry at her for hiding something like this. He wouldn't understand the need for privacy and all that shit. Hell, he knew how much she interfered in the lives of her siblings. He wouldn't understand.

When Haya gave him no response, he turned to his sister.

"Suhoor, did Haya know about this?"

"Amir no, wait." She tried to grab his arm but he was already looking at Suhoor's nod of head.

"She did."

This bitch.

"Suhoor?" Haya couldn't believe that the girl would literally snitch on her after all the time she had spent trying to calm Amir down. Hell, she hadn't even told him that his sister was out there flirting with her brother. And yet, the girl had blatantly said the truth.

"Haya, you're the only one who knew. I can't lie to my brother."

She sounded scared. Haya couldn't feel any pity for her. It didn't matter if she was pressurized. Why did she have to go and tell him something that Haya wasn't even told about properly?

When Haya saw the anger on Amir's face, she snapped herself.

"Okay, yes I fucking did know and I stopped your stupid sister from taking another step but she didn't listen to me. I was never told of anything else. I figured out most of it on my own."

She said it all in one breath, glaring at Suhoor who actually looked guilty. Haya didn't care. She had done the damage already. 

"Okay, I'll call the almighty Prince Illyas and see what he has to say. He should have thought a thousand times before going near my sister."

The scary part was the fact that Amir hadn't said anything to her, he hadn't even yelled.

"My eighteen year old sister! She's practically a child."

She was going to turn nineteen next month and she could make her own decisions. If they could choose to marry her at eighteen, how was she a child? Haya hated the hypocrisy.

"No, she isn't. They're both adults and they took a collective decision. Stop making it out to be a bigger deal than it actually is."

She stated, but Amir was taking his phone out already.

"Amir, stop it. My brother isn't even here. Just stop." Haya didn't want Illyas and Amir to argue this way. She didn't know what would happen.

"She went out for five hours yesterday. The man is here." It was Majda's voice.

Haya wanted to throw something at the woman at this point. Couldn't she just keep her lips zipped?

"Can you shut up?" She snapped in anger, Amir finally looked at her.

There was a look of indifference in his eyes, it was almost hurtful to Haya.

"Haya, stop being disrespectful. I won't tolerate it." He warned.

She wanted to say something in return, but the speaker was on and he had already dialled Illyas. Her heart felt like it was in her throat.

"Hello? Salam, Amir. How are you?"

Her brother sounded extremely calm, as if an entire storm wasn't just coming for him.

"I don't say salam to men who have no morals, Illyas."

"Amir, stop it." Haya couldn't believe he had just said that.

When Illyas didn't respond, Amir continued.

"I know about you and Suhoor. If you're man enough to actually talk about it and stop sneaking around, come to the house."

"He's not in Paris-"

"I'm coming. I am man enough."

Fuck.

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