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"Wake up," she whispered against his ear, nuzzling her lips with the shell of his ear, causing the man to shudder in his sleep.

Haya smiled as Amir let out a groan,

"Good morning," She kissed the side of his mouth, smiling as he only pulled her closed and slowly opened his eyes, looking at her in a sleepy haze.

This was probably one of the very few mornings where she was waking him up and not the other way around.

He winced as she put up her weight on him, sitting down on his stomach.

"How are you up before me?" The Crown Prince asked, finding her way too active for someone like Haya.

She wasn't exactly a morning person. Haya let out a sigh, because she didn't want to ruin the mood early in the morning but she also needed to answer his query.

"When you used to get up to pray for the past week, I don't know..I'd just feel this emptiness and wake up. I'd wait for you to come back to bed but you never did."

She muttered, remembering the awful week. Amir looked at her, not realizing that Haya would fake being asleep the whole time.

"I just got used to waking up early after that." She added, shrugging at him.

Amir put his hands around her hips, stilling her from moving.

"I'm sorry." He murmured, not knowing what else to say. He had put her through quite alot, and he had been miserable and angry all at the same time. It hadn't been an ideal situation.

"It was a bad week, let's move past it."

Haya remarked, humming as she leaned down to place a kiss on his lips. Amir smiled, returning the gesture before he pulled away, hand reaching out towards the table as his phone had started to ring.

He squinted his eyes, seeing the caller ID before picking it up.

"It's from the Palace." He told Haya, who nodded and sat up, still on his stomach. He gave an expression of discomfort, she rolled her eyes and didn't move away.

"Assalam alaykum, yes?"

She saw him frown, as he heard whoever it was on the other line. Amir hummed, speaking in arabic for a while. It was the same accent that she couldn't understand, it was thicker and the words were jumbled and complicated.

"I'll be right there." He finally said, ending the call with a loud sigh.

Haya gazed at him questioningly, not really known to what had happened.

"What's going on?"

"It's my father. His health took a toll last night, he's better now but he's asking for me."

Haya nodded, realising that his father's health kept on deteriorating day by day.

She got off his stomach, putting on her night gown as she stared at him.

"I'll just shower and get dressed, okay?" She informed, letting him know that she wanted to go with him

Amir stared at her, a little hesitant. He didn't want anything dramatic to happen again.

"Haya, I don't think it's a good idea-" She shook her head, because she wanted to be with him.

"Amir, it's your father. I should atleast go. Besides, I'll hang out with Ali a little bit." She added with a smile and he shrugged, going along with it.

"Okay, sure."

"My father doesn't know about Suhoor."

Amir mentioned to his wife as they started to walk towards the foyer. Haya shot him a surprised look, since he didn't seem like the kind to hide things from his father.

"He doesn't?"

"No, we decided that it might stress him out. He's already sick enough."

Amir replied, telling her the reason for it. He felt guilty for not telling his father the reality behind Suhoor's arrival but he knew that the man could not take any more overthinking and worry.

Besides, a part of him was scared that his father might marry off Suhoor without her consent.

"So who knows then?"

"Everyone other than my father."

Amir stated, causing Haya to frown.

"You could have handled it on your own, you know. You didn't need to tell everyone."

"No, I couldn't have. I have alot more work to do than think of family issues. Our mother deserved to know."

She let out a small laugh, even though it was the last thing she wanted to do since the situation was not funny at all.

"Really? Which one?" She joked, causing Amir to click his tongue.

"Both of them have raised Suhoor equally together. They both had to know, I couldn't hide something like that."

"Have you talked to her since it all happened?"

"No, I haven't."

"You should." Haya murmured, because she had planned to talk to Suhoor herself.

She had spent a whole week fixing her relationship. Now, it was simply the time to ask Suhoor if she was okay too. It was the least she could do.

Amir, who obviously had a different opinion than Haya on the matter stopped for a moment and stared at his wife.

"The only way we can avoid an argument is to not talk over this topic, Haya. Clearly both of us have very different views and we'd never agree with the other person."

He suggested, Haya hummed because she agreed with him.

"Okay, you're right." He smiled, asking her to go inside since he had to go towards his father's chambers.

"I'll go visit my father." He told her, and Haya nodded ready to go in the opposite direction.

"If anyone says anything, please be respectful." Amir added, she turned her head and stared at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that they know about Suhoor and Illyas, not everyone is going to be as understanding as your husband." Amir teased, even though there was an edge of seriousness in his voice.

Understanding?

Haya let out a huff.

"I think it's my turn to say astaghfirullah."

She remarked, and Amir only grinned gesturing her to go.

"Just go,"

"Hello?"

She was just about to walk inside when she saw her brother's caller ID on her phone and had to pick it up.

"Haya, I've given you enough space. Can you talk now?"

Yusuf had been extremely patient with his sister for the past whole week. Haya had told him she wasn't in the right state of mind to talk about anything with anyone and she would call when she didn't feel so trapped and exhausted. He had waited patiently but the whole week had been quite stressful on him too.

"I'm actually at the Palace." She tried to excuse herself, since the conversation would probably be long and she didn't exactly have the time to talk about it here.

"I'm actually going crazy." Yusuf replied in the very same tone, causing his sister to chuckle.

"I'm serious, Haya." He sounded serious as well, so she hummed and sat down on the golden sofa placed by her side.

"I know, how are you?"

"How do you think I am? I'm always worried that Amir or King Abdullah will call up father and straight up tell him about everything."

He replied, sounding quite done as well.

"Amir won't call, he's better now. King Abdullah doesn't know anything." Haya informed, putting her brother at ease.

"He doesn't?"

"No, he doesn't. If Amir's going to call someone anyway, it's probably going to be you." She further said, since Amir would never straight up call her father and tell him everything.

He was embarassed because of his sister. He wouldn't personally nudge the matter.

"I still cannot believe Illyas dated his sister." Yusuf murmured, voice filled with disbelief.

"Aaliyah told me she knew before hand, if only she had told me. I could have talked to Illyas." He grumbled, Haya shrugged.

"Even mom knew, Yusuf. You know very well that none of us interfere in each other's personal lives, let alone Illyas'." Haya shot back.

Yusuf thought it was quite ironic. Haya talking about interfering in someone's personal life.

"You didn't have a problem interfering with my personal life?" He reminded her, she chuckled out loud.

"For your own good."

"This would have been for Illyas' good and ours too, he never should've crossed that line. As if that's not enough, he refuses to tell me anything else."

So Illyas had reacted exactly how he always had. He would make the situation better and handle everything, then he would completely disappear and people would realise that he was lying to them all along.

"He hasn't told me the whole story either. He promised me he would and now he has ghosted me completely. All I got was two voice mails, telling me to text him if I get into any trouble."

Haya responded, not surprised at all.

"That's Illyas for you. He left for Newyork yesterday, didn't even bother to inform me."

She frowned. What? Wasn't he in America just a while ago? Right before Paris?

"The good news is that he assured me he wouldn't reach out to her again and he is also willing to apologize to Amir next time he sees him."

She raised her eyebrows, not believing her brother's sentence at all.

"He said that? And you believe him?"

The Crown Prince sighed over the phone line, seemingly helpless.

"I don't have another choice, Haya. Do I? What's so hard about understanding that we need Maraaish more than they need us? It's exhausting now."

He said frustratingly. Haya could understand how her brother felt at the moment. He couldn't discuss this problem with anyone else, and he felt like he had a sword hanging over his head.

"It's okay. Everything's better over here. Amir and I are fine. Suhoor is with the family and clearly her and Illyas are broken up."

Haya told him, trying to put the man at ease.

"I mean, it is quite pathetic that all of this drama is because they managed to date but it is what it is. I don't know what to say without starting a fight with Amir. That's the last thing I want to do."

She rambled, shaking her head because every time she thought of whatever had happened over the past few days, she would connect it with the list of all the things she had done in the past and It wouldn't even be in the top ten of that list.

"And you shouldn't, Haya. He's your husband." Yusuf instructed, because the last thing you wanted was for his sister to have a clash with her husband.

Her husband, who also happened to be the Crown Prince of a country that his country depended on.

"It's different in our country, it always has been. They're very protective about their women, you have to understand that they didn't even let their women drive up until a few years ago. Their women couldn't even travel alone until a year ago."

He tried to explain, because the one thing his siblings never seemed to understand was the fact that just because someone else's culture was different than their own, it never meant that those people were wrong or narrow minded. It simply meant that their values were different and their priorities weren't similar.

"We can critisize it all day long but you're married to the Crown Prince of that country and they've managed to become our closest allies in the past one year. I don't want anything to be messed up,"

He added, causing Haya to nod in understanding. She knew Yusuf's dilemma too, it was exhausting to be walking on egg shells all the time. It was exhausting to have people monitor your every single step.

"I always thought that I'd be the one to raise my voice against the rights and the wrong but now the first thing I seem to think about is our diplomatic ties and how it would affect the country."

Yusuf confessed.

"You won't tell Dad on your own, yeah?"

"I won't," He affirmed, continuing.

"He's already not very fond of Illyas right now."

"And why's that?" Haya asked with a frown. Their father always told Illyas to be a little more humane and have more compassion. Illyas would always shrug it off.

"An American tabloid caught hold of a few pictures of Illyas from Paris, he's with his friends according to him but surprisingly he was a little intimate with a woman. Actually no surprise there."

Her brother told her, a little annoyed.

"She's this big American star, no surprise there again. Illyas managed to make it go away before the pictures could get released but Dad got a whiff of it anyway."

Haya really had no idea about it all. He had mentioned that he was at a concert when she met him in Paris. He was intimate with another woman? It wasn't really surprising.

"He didn't question Illyas about it but he told him to be careful. Our brother didn't really like Dad's tone and was flying to Newyork the very next hour."

Yusuf narrated the entire tale, Haya frowned in confusion.

"I really don't understand what's up with him."

"He's his own man, Haya. He never wanted anything to do with politics, he wasn't interested in any position within the monarchy. The last thing I want to do is piss him off and create another issue on my watch."

She wanted to laugh and sigh at the same time. Yusuf was their oldest sibling and yet, he sounded extremely adorable to her right now.

"Aww, you scared of your younger brother Yusuf?" Haya teased, he huffed on the other end.

"Ask your husband how it feels when the entire country is yours to take responsibility of and you've to be responsible for your family's actions too."

He shot back, Haya hummed.

"He says everything's much more peaceful when there's a woman by your side, apparently."

Amir hadn't really said that but he might as well have.

"Amir's a wise man."

Yusuf was quite busy, Haya knew. He was just as busy as Amir but Amir would come home at the end of the day and even when he wouldn't, he would show up at some point.

Yusuf? His home was at the Palace and Uncle Hammad had stopped living there when Aaliyah wasn't even born. She couldn't be at the Palace waiting for Yusuf all the time now.

Haya knew her cousin's mind, so she had to tell Yusuf too.

"Give her time, yeah? Aaliyah, I mean. She gets all doubtful and insecure when someone's too busy for her. She told me she hasn't seen you much this week." Haya said, hearing a little commotion on Yusuf's head before he spoke again.

"I know, I've been caught up in too much. I'll visit her today."

"You're happy though, right? With Aaliyah?"

"We're taking it one day at a time, Haya. She was there for me when I wasn't well, it felt good."

He vaguely answered, Haya laughed.

"Okay. I won't push for more answers."

"Yes because she's going to gossip about me with you later on anyway."

"Yes, glad that you know." She murmured, ready to hang up now.

"One more thing, Haya?"

"Hmm?"

"You said you're at the Palace. Did anyone question you about everything?"

Haya swallowed. She was a little nervous because she didn't want any drama. At the same time, she knew she wouldn't take anyone's wrong words and accusations.

"I really haven't met anyone yet, Yusuf. I'm sure it'll be fine. They're a little intimidated by me honestly, they know I'm not one to be silent."

She bragged, imagining her brother with a disappointed look on his face.

"If you can't be silent, then be respectful. Don't make the situation messy."

He suggested, Haya groaned.

"You and Amir act so similar sometimes, it makes me want to gag."

She murmured with distaste. 

"Oh and tell mom to stop sending my assistant threatening messages. I'll call her today, for God's sake."

"Why haven't you talked to her?"

"I was occupied this week, I texted her but apparently that's not enough."

"She's our mother. Call her." He instructed, Haya clicked her tongue.

"Don't order me around."

"Good bye, Haya."

"It's exactly the same as father getting Uncle Moosa arrested. These things happen in a monarchy all the time."

Haya frowned, hearing Waleed's voice as she entered the sitting room of her mother in law's place.

"Assalam alaykum,"

She figured that a salam would make them judge her a little less. She saw her mother in law stand up with a surprised smile on her face, as the woman walked towards Haya and embraced her.

Haya returned the hug, thankful that the woman wasn't downright scowling at her atleast.

"Walaikum assalam, Haya. How are you?"

"I'm fine, you?"

"I'm well too. I didn't know you were coming today."

"I heard about the King's health. I wanted to come with Amir."
She murmured, seeing how Amir's brother was standing up already.

His face was blank and Haya actually saw him clench his jaw, as if to stop himself from saying anything.

"I'm happy that you did, come on. Sit."

She sat down, gazing at her brother in law again. Waleed let out a slow nod, his jaw still clenched. 

"Salam, Haya. Good to see you."

Before Haya could even respond, he was already walking away. Haya shrugged, not really caring enough.

She didn't give a shit about any of Amir's brothers, except Adil. Adil was kind and charismatic, not at all judgemental. She hadn't talked to him in quite a while though.

"Where's everyone?" Haya questioned her mother in law, since it was quieter than usual.

"This is a Palace. You'd never find everyone in one place."

She responded, chuckling a bit. Haya nodded staring at the woman as she started to talk to her.

"I honestly was not expecting you here at all, Haya. After everything that has happened, there's alot of people blaming you."

She raised an eyebrow at the honesty in her mother in law's tone.

"Me?"

"Can you blame them for thinking like that? A woman is always blamed for most things."

Queen Azeezah's voice held a little bitterness and as Haya remained silent, she didn't shy from speaking straight facts.

"A man's finger always points at a woman, Haya. When Amir used to make mistakes, the King would scold me and blame my upbringing. Ever since he started to make everyone proud, he's been his father's son."

She stated, Haya nodded.

"I don't think like that. I think everyone's responsible for their own actions." She replied, earning the woman's gentle smile in return.

"I agree. It wasn't your fault, not at all."

She clearly didn't blame Haya, and that brought more relief than she had imagined.

"As long as you don't have a problem with me, I really don't care about what other people think." She told the woman, voice clear and straightforward.

"People here can be hurtful when they're angry, Haya. I'm the only one who isn't."

She disclosed, staring at her daughter in law with a knowing look on her face.

"And Amir cares about them, so even if you don't want to, you will have to." She further added, Haya let out a sigh.

She hated family drama. Why did she always get involved in it?

Before Haya could tell the woman that she couldn't care about everyone's feelings and hurt her own in the process, she looked up and found Amir's step mother with a not so pleasant smile on her face.

"Mashallah, our precious daughter in law is here."

The sarcasm rolled off her tongue and Haya stood up, despite her annoyance.

"Hello," she greeted, because the woman didn't deserve a salam. Her sarcasm was annoying.

As Haya stood up to act a little respectful, the old woman shook her head.

"No no, Haya. There's no need to get up. Haven't you done enough already?"

Haya rolled her eyes, counting to ten in her head. She didn't want to snap at the woman. Patience. Patience. Patience.

Okay.

"I was always afraid of this. This is the reason why I told Amir not to marry someone like you, but you trapped him in your spell. I know women like you."

Haya scowled, taking offense to the statement. She told Amir not to marry her? What did she meant by women like her?

"That's enough." It was her mother in law, her actual mother in law.

However, Amir's other mother wasn't so keen on stopping anytime soon.

"You told Amir not to marry me and yet he married me. How would he feel if I told him how his mother was treating me here? No one has really talked to me this way, yeah?"

Haya shot back, voice still calm and gentle because she didn't want to cause a scene. She didn't want to be the reason of a clash. Yusuf had told her to be respectful, so had Amir.

She was trying to be that way.

"Then I'm glad I'm the only one to do so. Someone needs to tell you how things are."

Haya cocked an eyebrow at the woman.

"And how exactly are things?" She enquired, crossing her arms against her chest.

"You made her want to rebel, you came here after all the wrong things you've done in life, after all the sins you've committed and made her feel like she could do it too."

The woman managed to say out loud, Haya felt herself slowly starting to get angry. Patience. Patience. Patience.

"Not to mention, you knew about it and did nothing to help the situation. You never told anyone what Suhoor and your brother were doing."

Haya glanced at her mother in law, who didn't look happy either.

Patience. Patience. Patience.

"Where's the Prince's honor now? How dare he touch my daughter?"

Oh fuck patience.

"Unlike people here in Maraaish, our honor lies in our conduct and not our personal lives." Haya shot back, continuing.

"I've talked to Amir all that needed to be said. I'm not answerable to you. And please, don't mention my brother's name again."

She was still calm, more calm than she had ever been in front of someone who was literally insulting her.

Her mother in law put a hand on Haya's arm, stepping forward.

"Salma, it's better if you leave right now. I told you not to say anything and yet you're saying things that I don't appreciate. She's our daughter in law."

She suggested, Haya appreciated the woman defending her.

"She's your daughter in law. For me, she's just a spoiled Princess who trapped our son and can't even give him a child now."

Haya's heart thumped against her chest, she couldn't believe that the woman had said that. How could she say that? What the fuck did she know?

"Salma, leave."

After a few more gazes at her, Haya found Suhoor's mother walk away. She looked at her mother in law with wide eyes, questioning.

"What did she mean by that?"

"Hmm?"

"Like, she said I couldn't even give him a child. Has Amir said anything?"

Queen Azeezah shook her head, not telling Haya the entire story.

"No, no Haya. It was the Doctor, she told us how you thought you were pregnant but you weren't." She murmured, causing Haya to roll her eyes.

That fucking old hag doctor couldn't keep her mouth shut?

"I hated her." Haya grumbled.

"She's quite old school, she means well."

She didn't want to dwell on the ugly words of Suhoor's mother. She wanted to focus on the part where Amir's mother had defended her, had told her that nothing was actually her fault.

"Thank you," she said, grateful.

"For what?"

"For defending me, I mean." She added, not really knowing how to say thank you in any other way to appear more grateful than she seemed right now.

"Of course."

The woman nodded, asking Haya to sit back down. Both of them started to talk again as Queen Azeezah asked Haya not to take anything said by the woman to her heart. It didn't matter, she wasn't at fault and she shouldn't be blamed at all.

Her only fault was that she was a woman and it was easier to blame her.

"Where's Suhoor?" Haya asked after a while, since she had to meet the girl as well.

Illyas had told her to keep a check on her, the least she could do was meet up and ask her if she was doing alright.

Queen Azeezah let out a sigh, staring at Haya.

"Haya, just try and stay away from all that mess. She's not allowed to meet anyone right now." She stated, and Haya felt her eyes widen.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that,"

She already knew that her daughter-in-law would never accept or even try to understand why Suhoor had been asked to stay in her room. She simply hoped that Haya would drop the subject and not insist on seeing Suhoor. It would cause more problems.

"You might not agree with this but, Suhoor isn't allowed to come out of her room. She's been there since everything happened. No one in our family has had an affair before, and that too with a Prince of another country. It has complicated things."

She explained, Haya frowned. If she was being honest, she was actually disgusted with the idea of a royal family keeping their own daughter caged in a room.

Did Amir know about this? Had he agreed to it? Had he allowed it?

"So she has been stuck in a room for the past week? That's punishment, she's not a child who needs to be taught some lesson." Haya vocalized, earning a shake of the head.

"Yes, she does."

"I want to meet her." The Princess stood up, knowing that she had to meet Suhoor. She knew where her room was, she wished she had visited earlier and tried to help her atleast.

"Haya, don't."

"I have to. This isn't the way."

"Why don't we go to the pond and feed ducks instead? Would you like that?"

What the fuck? Feed ducks? Was she serious right now?

"No, no. This isn't right, Suhoor was afraid that she'd be locked up and this isn't any different. At all." Haya argued, feeling the anger in her veins.

Queen Azeezah didn't like the fact that Haya wasn't taking her advise. She nodded, because she couldn't say anything more to make Haya stay here and not poke the bear.

"Fine, but when her mother tells you that you can't enter..I won't be the one speaking up for you. I can't say more."

Haya hummed. 

"That's alright."

She was enough to defend herself, and even Suhoor.

"I want to see Suhoor."

She stated, looking at the woman who was actually sitting outside Suhoor's bedroom in the large hall and flipping through a magazine.

She stood up, finding Haya in front of her.

"Like hell you are." She murmured, shaking her head.

"What you're doing is extremely wrong." Haya told the older woman, who looked like she couldn't care less about right and wrong.

"And I'm her mother. Who are you to tell me what I'm doing?"

She rolled her eyes in return. Her mother would never ever do something of this sort, ever. How could a mother do this?

"Okay, fine. You're her mother then you should know better than to lock her up. Amir brought her back from France like it was nothing, is that not enough?!"

She didn't even realise how her voice had gotten loud, and it was obviously the perfect timing because Amir was right behind her along with Queen Azeezah.

Perfect.

"Lower your voice." The woman hissed, looking behind Haya at her son.

"Amir! Tell her to stay away."

Amir walked forward, frowning since he had heard Haya's loud and obnoxious tone. Didn't he tell her to remain patient?

"Haya? What are you doing here?" He asked, staring at her.

"What are you doing here?" Haya shot back, glancing at the Queen who was by her son's side.

Did she really bring Amir because Haya hadn't listened to her so called advice?

"Did you know about this? Did you know that they're keeping Suhoor locked up?"

The Crown Prince heard his wife ask, Amir clicked his tongue. Haya would never understand some things about this family and she would always call them out for being wrong. There was no point.

"He's a man. Stop questioning his decisions."

Suhoor's mother said, and Haya frowned staring at Amir. Decisions?

"It was your decision?" She questioned, disbelief and anger laced in her voice.

Amir let out a nod.

"Mother wanted to tell father the truth, the only way to convince her was to ask Suhoor to stay inside her room."

He elaborated, continuing when Haya kept looking at him in utter disappointment.

"It's the same as asking you not to visit the Palace. We all needed to calm ourselves down."

Haya didn't agree with that. They all just needed to get over themselves.

"No, Amir. You all have big egos which got hurt and you're taking it out on an eighteen year old. This is enough, let her out." She insisted, turning back around to face the older woman.

Amir came and stood by Haya's side, ready to tell her that she needed to stay out of all of it.

"Amir, take your wife away before I say something that I regret."

Once again, the bitterness radiated in the woman's tone.

"Really? And what exactly is left to say? Didn't you say enough?"

Haya snapped, finding her anger reach out within her.

"Haya, stop." Amir mumbled, loud enough for Haya to realise that he was being serious.

"Yes, stop Haya. This isn't your concern. This isn't Buredaan."

Clearly, Suhoor's mother was way angry and found Haya to be the wrong kind of woman. Haya couldn't give two fucks about her.

"Buredaan is way better, alhamdullilah."

She used their own words to argue back, Amir put his hand on her arm..

"All of you, enough. Come on, Haya. Let's go home."

He ushered her, but Haya's own guilt wouldn't leave her alone if she didn't meet with Suhoor and got her out of the fucking room.

"Like hell I will. I want to see her. This isn't right." She hissed, looking at Amir.

How could he be so gentle with her and yet allow for this kind of behavior?

"Haya, come with me. I will handle this. She's allowed to leave from today anyway." Amir tried to put her at ease, continuing when his mother stared at him with confusion.

"Father wants to see her, she has to leave."

"So if your father didn't want to leave her, you would have kept her inside?" Haya enquired, narrowing her eyes.

"No, I wouldn't have." He answered without hesitation, ushering her to move along.

"You don't have to explain yourself to her, Amir. She's just your wife."

Once again, Haya found herself glaring at the woman with a sheer amount of hatred.

"Mother, please." Amir murmured, asking her to stop as well.

Haya hated that he didn't just tell her to stop disrespecting his wife. He couldn't even defend her, atleast not the way his actual mother had defended her a while back.

"I'm just his wife? Well, you're just his mother. Oh wait, you're not even his real mother. I'm not obligated to even respect you."

Haya fumed.

She had tried to remain patient and respectful but some people just didn't deserve it.

"Haya!" Amir took her name firmly, voice loud and authoritative.

"What? She has been after me ever since I entered the Palace. Ask your actual mother." She pointed out, Queen Azeezah shook her head at Haya.

She wished that the Princess wouldn't ruin her relationship with Amir just because you of a few words. It wouldn't be right.

"We don't differentiate between our children here in Maraaish, Haya. We're both his mothers and he respects us equally."

The woman said, a knowing look on her face.

"But you wouldn't know anything about being a mother, since you aren't one." She stressed, continuing when she saw the hurt on Haya's face.

"Not to mention, all these months you've been trying to become a mother but even God knows that you won't be a good one. This is why He isn't giving you a child."

She was hitting where it would hurt her the most. Haya swallowed, looking at Amir because she wanted him to say something.

He didn't.

"Didn't I tell you Amir that you're being punished for her sins? Didn't I tell you that she needs to ask for forgiveness before even thinking about having a baby?"

The fact that the woman clearly knew that they had been trying and failing to have a child was absolutely ridiculous. It was not the doctor who had told her, that much was clear. Amir had. Amir was the only one who knew this and he had told the woman, even though Haya had explicitly told him not to mention it anywhere that they were trying for a baby. His family would start hoping for it and she didn't want to be embarassed.

Haya knew she couldn't stay here and let the tears in her eyes come out. She had always been the one to answer people back. She could do it now as well.

"You're a vicious and vile woman. People like you think that since they pray five times a day, they've got the license to talk shit. I'll never listen to your ugly words and stay silent, yeah?"

She talked the woman down, Amir squeezed her arm.

"Haya, enough." He murmured, Haya moved away from him.

"No! Enough was when she was talking about me not able to conceive and you staying silent. And how does she even know about it, Amir?"

She questioned out loud, frustrated and angry and hurt.

"Because he told me." Amir didn't even get a chance to respond because his mother was already talking. His fucking step mother with her vicious words and challenging eyes.

"You told her?" She only looked at Amir at this point, disbelief and shock evident on her face.

"I told you not to tell anyone and you told your step mother out of all the people?!"

She exclaimed out loud, angry because he had been mad about the very same thing. He had been mad that she had betrayed his trust, what had he done now?

"Haya,"

"What Haya? You kept going on and on about how I shouldn't have hidden the truth from you when you have been doing the same to me all this time?"

She retorted, shaking her head.

"Real mature, Amir." Haya felt her head hurt, she couldn't believe he had stood there listening to his step mother taunt her.

She couldn't believe he had told her the reality of their personal lives and how they were trying for a child now.

"You're taking it the wrong way, Haya. It's not like that." He told her, she was taking it all in a very different stride.

He faced his mother, a little disappointed at the way she had disrespected Haya.

"And God will give us a child when it's the right time, mother. Haya isn't at fault in any of this."

He defended, Haya rolled her eyes. What was the point of defending her now?

"And did your Haya tell you that she had an abortion when she was just eighteen years old?"

For a moment, Haya couldn't even believe her own ears.

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