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Amir.

The first time he told his father that he wanted to marry Haya, Princess Haya Najaf of Buredaan, his father's features had stiffened and his face had distorted into a shocked one. He still remembered the look his father gave to him, like he didn't even know what he was talking about.

The first answer King Abdullah gave to his son was a one worded no.

Amir had swallowed and sat down in front of him, letting out a sigh.

'you are a man of your word, baba. You told me I was wise enough to choose the person I wanted to marry.'

King Abdullah had let out a nervous laugh, telling his son that he was inviting trouble and he should really think about it. Princess Haya was beautiful and belonged to the Royal family, she was smart and educated, she was of a marriageable age but she was not from Maraaish.

She had a loud mouth, she had more opinions than all of the women in Maraaish combined and he didn't think she would settle in an environment where religion and culture were rich instead of modern values and ethics.

Amir told his father that he knew all of it and more, he knew what he was getting into and his father needed to trust him. King Abdullah told him to rethink his decision, consult it with his mothers and brothers, take some time.

He told his father he had already talked to his mothers, they were happy as long as he was happy.

The King still told his son that Haya wouldn't be a woman who would sit at home and wait for him. His son told him he was not planning on making his future wife sit at home.

Once again, the King told him to think wisely. Amir told his father that he had already given his word to Haya and he wanted to marry her.

'Perhaps you should have talked to your father before giving your word, son.'

King Abdullah had replied, Amir looked at his father with an expression that conveyed how serious he really was about this marriage.

I think I love her, baba.

He told the old man, who knew he couldn't deny his son of this any longer. He had given his word that Amir could choose someone that he felt connected with, failing to mention that the woman should atleast be of Maraaishi blood. Now, Amir was just using his own words against him.

Besides, he loved the Princess of Buredaan.

When King Abdullah asked Amir of what he would do if the old man still refused, his son surprised him for the first time with his response.

I've learned through you that a real man doesn't go back on his word. I told her that I love her and I want to marry her, I can't turn my back on her now.

The King had hummed.

'so you would go against your father?'

Amir had smiled.

'no, baba. I will simply keep on trying to convince you until you tell me that you're willing to accept Haya as your daughter in law, happily.'

King Abdullah let out a laugh at the way his son was handling the entire situation, nodding at him finally as he told her that he would like to speak with King Najaf once Amir went to Buredaan.

Convincing his father wasn't half as difficult as convincing his mother. Mothers, if he was being honest.

When he told Queen Azeezah, his birth mother that he was ready for marriage..she had happily gasped and asked for more details.

Once Amir was done narrating it, her happy gasp had turned into a frown. She didn't know much about Princess Haya, except for the two times she had seen the woman on the news. Once, when she had thrown her drink on a Russian ambassador at an event and two, when she had publicly called out a famous human rights activists while wearing a low cut dress.

Even after hours of internet research, she hadn't really found alot of information that could confirm her to be a good match for Amir.

His mother had looked at him with a sigh and asked him what he had even seen in this woman, who was so different from him.

It's not something I saw, it's something I felt. I've never felt like I'd give the whole world up for one person. I've never felt like I could trust someone without even knowing who they really are. I've never felt like someone could make me question everything I've believed in all my life. I want to marry her because she's the one who has made me realise why God has stressed on marriage so much. She's the one for me, she's the one who has made me feel.

Queen Azeezah had been silent as she heard her son speak, only putting her hand on her head.

You're in love with her, you fool.

It took three more hours if convincing his mother on why Haya was the one for him. When she talked about love, Amir didn't deny. She told him he could find many women to love, women who would have Maraaishi blood and wouldn't be this blunt, this open, this opinionated, this much.

It was only when the Prince straightened up and told his mother that he needed her support that she's finally was ready to cave in.

I don't think that she'll be good for you.

The woman had said, Amir had only smiled at the concern in his mother's voice.

Then make dua for her to be the best for me.

The Queen couldn't argue, so she gave her blessings and hoped that her son's marriage wouldn't end up in flames.

And then, there was Queen Salma. The mother of Amir's siblings, the woman he had never really differentiated from his actual mother.

When Amir told her he wanted to marry Princess Haya, she had knowingly looked at him. She said she knew this was coming, all because Amir had shown her around and had even been commenting on the woman's social media.

When the Prince looked surprised, his mother told him that it wasn't so hard to know of her son's intentions when Haya was actually the first woman he had taken out to show around the city like this. She must be really special for him to do this for her.

As if that was not enough, the Queen had told him that she'd researched enough on the Princess already.

Her education, her personal life, her friends, she had researched it all. When Amir asked her how she felt about Haya, the woman described her as rebellious teenager, spoiled woman, privileged Princess.

Amir only shook his head, telling her that every Royal was privileged, every teenager wanted to rebel and every parent wanted to spoil their child, he said Haya was much more than what the world had seen of her.

The woman told Amir that if he married Haya, she might try to change things around here. He had sisters who hadn't seen much of the world, now he was bringing the entire world to them.

The Crown Prince had a shine in his eyes and his dimples had popped out.

She wouldn't be their world, mother. She would just be mine.

For the second time, his mother called him a fool in love.

And then, there was the marriage. Every step along the way, there would be some issue that he had to resolve. He remembered how his Uncle had created a massive issue in the middle of a parliament session, talking about how a foreign girl would be birthing the next heir of the Royal family. He remembered how he had to explain to every single individual that his choice in marriage was well thought of and it would never be an issue.

He remembered how much he'd put up a fight when his father had decided to have the nikah ceremony in Maraaish. Amir had instantly told him that he wouldn't let him talk to King Najaf. He had already upset Haya enough by refusing an engagement celebration, he didn't want to do it again.

He remembered how nerve wracking it had been to see Haya's dress, knowing how much effort he would have to put in making people see reason, in trying to control what the media wrote. It was a miracle when she came back wearing a completely different dress.

Even after his wedding, there were instances where he had to defend her, where he had to stand up for her in his own way, where he had to make sure that she was doing alright.

And he knew that she was doing the same, maybe even more than him. She was also trying to adjust, trying to cope up with everything. They were bound by the love they had for one another and it really didn't matter that the path was hard and tough.

There was love.

Love was what mattered.

But there were lies too.

And he hated lies.

She lied that she didn't have anything with Hunain and he got slapped in the face with her photographs. He let it go. She hid that his sister was involved with her brother. He let it go. But how could he let go of this? How could he let go of the fact that she had an abortion and she didn't tell him?

But love.

Love was what mattered. Right?

She had pleaded for his forgiveness, she had cried in front of him and he had still told her to go. She made a promise and she kept it. Why was it so hard to give her another chance?

But she lied. How could he trust her again?.

There was a constant battle in his head.

She loves you. She cried for you. She changed for you. She fought for you. And what did you do? You let her leave. You let her go.

His subconscious had been making him feel guilty since the moment she left. She asked for his forgiveness so many times but he was unforgiving. She tried to explain why she hid it but he didn't understand.

He knew who she was when he married her. He knew her mindset and values were different. He knew that she had boyfriends and one night stands, he knew that she used to drink and party, he knew all of it and more.

But an abortion?

She was just a teenager. She was seventeen.

She had an abortion. She basically let go of a child.

She was so young though, what could she possibly do? It was a child outside of marriage, she was a seventeen year old who didn't even know much about life. Could he really blame her?

He really couldn't. Could he?

Sometimes, he wished that the information could have just stayed hidden. He didn't want to have problems with Haya. He didn't want to think so much about his relationship. He didn't want to think whether he could trust her or not. He didn't want to think that she had done something unforgivable. Sometimes, he wished he'd just stayed ignorant.

He already had such a hard time in the similar week before their anniversary, thinking about Suhoor and Haya hiding the truth from him..it had been exhausting. Now, he was back to questioning his entire relationship.

And then, there was his mother. He never really differentiated between both of his mothers, Salma and Azeezah. They also never differentiated between their sons. He had never held anything in his heart for the woman, but just like Haya had made so many changes in his life..she had also made this one.

He couldn't help but be mad at her. Not only had she taunted his mother over their efforts of not being able to have a child, which wasn't only Haya's responsibility but his too, she had also snooped in on her personal life and taken out the information that could possibly hurt their relationship.

This was the main reason why Amir didn't want Haya to visit the Palace in the first place. Suhoor had cried in front of Najma and told her that she felt guilty for taking Haya's name in front of their brother. She was only trying to help her and the younger girl had panicked and taken Haya's name. This made Najma realize that Haya knew all along, even when she didn't.

She went and told her mother about it. Her mother made sure every person except the King knew this too. They pestered Amir that his wife had been the reason for their sister's sudden change in behavior and personality. According to his mother, Suhoor had lost her values because Haya was the wife of her oldest sibling and she wasn't a good role model. She had said things much more unkind, everyone had.

While Amir had handled the situation, he knew it would only be worse for Haya. Still, the Princess had repeatedly said that she wanted to go and Amir didn't refuse.

He wished that he had.

After Haya had left, the Crown Prince busied himself with enough work. But then, Ramadan arrived and he had hardly missed the first day of Ramadan with his family.

'So you'll fast then? This year?'

'yes, for your sake I will.'

'astaghfirullah, Haya. We fast for God's sake.'

'alright, Amir. I'll fast for God's sake then. What if I get hungry though?'

'I'll shower you with so much love that you won't feel the need to have food.'

'while that sounds like a good plan to me, I don't think that's even allowed to happen when you're fasting.'

'i said just love, hayati. Love is always allowed.'

So for the very first time, the Crown Prince didn't break his fast with his family while being in the city. Instead, he broke his fast at work. When everyone showed their concern, he told them he was genuinely busy and he needed some time alone. In reality, he just missed Haya and constantly felt hurt by everything that had happened.

As if that wasn't enough, his own words kept ringing in his ear. He had been so unkind and arrogant with his own mouth. He told her he was the leader of a country that Haya's country relied on. He had never felt like he had any pride, but apparently he did.

It only came out when he was angry.

He couldn't call her, didn't think he had anything left that he could say. He wanted to forgive her, he missed her.

But she hid something so big from him, how could he let it go this way? How would he ever be sure that she didn't have more skeletons in her closet? Would she apologize everytime he found out and expect them to be okay?

He called the next person he knew he could talk to. King Najaf. He didn't want to call Yusuf, because Yusuf definitely knew about Illyas and Suhoor and he didn't even want to touch that topic right now.

A part of him was holding a grudge against King Najaf too. Was it not betrayal? He chose not to tell Amir about something as big as this and also made Haya promise that she wouldn't say anything. It wasn't right.

But, he was the King of Buredaan and Amir needed to assure him that his personal life would never impact the relationship that he had with Buredaan.

God forbid if King Najaf called up his father and talked to him directly, it would wreak havoc. His father didn't know anything, he didn't need to.

Even after the phone call, he didn't feel at ease. He missed Haya even more.

It was the twenty first of Ramadan when his family showed up, because the Crown Prince hadn't really visited the way he usually did. He would check up on the King, greet his family and then tell them he needed to handle some work or that he was going to another city.

Adil, Suhoor, Queen Salma and his actual mother, as Haya liked to say it.

It was actually the first time he was going to break his fast at home, the last twenty days, he had either did it in the office or at his most favourite mosque.

He could have gone to Oman for Khalifah but his best friend was in the same country as his wife, and he really couldn't go to Buredaan right now.

The house was filled with people who served him, who made sure that he was well taken care of, that he was treated as the Crown Prince but he still felt all alone.

Then, his siblings showed up to break the fast with him.

When Suhoor stepped in to say salam, Amir didn't embrace her the way he used to. He only nodded and responded to her salam. When Adil came forward and told him he knew what had happened, Amir told him he really didn't want to get into it.

It was because of Queen Azeezah that everyone knew what had happened. Sure, the gossip would have spread anyway. they were many people connected to them who had seen what had happened.

When his mother called in to check up on him hours after he'd left with Haya, he told the woman that Haya was heading home and he couldn't talk right now. It was enough to make the woman understand what had happened.

She went upto Queen Salma and told her she was responsible for the problems in Amir's marriage. How could she just say something like this?

When his mother embraced him, Amir wrapped his arms around the woman and let her presence comfort him. it was the first time in six days that he actually felt a tad bit comfortable.

When Queen Salma embraced him, Amir only kissed the top of her head with respect and gave a gentle smile, mumbling a welcoming greeting.

The woman instantly knew that Amir was not happy with her.

After a very silent Aftaar with the Crown Prince, she decided to have a talk with him. When she called him the first time, he told her that he was going to have a game of squash with his brother and they would talk later.

An hour into that, he returned and excused himself to go take a shower.

The woman still waited patiently, looking at Amir as he came back from the shower and nodded at her.

Once they had their privacy, she asked him if she was the reason his wife was not in the country right now.

Amir shook his head, telling her that she wasn't the reason. Haya hid something from him, that was the reason.

Then the woman asked him why he was so distant from her then, was it because of the argument with Haya that day? To this, the Crown Prince nodded.

"I understand that she is different from all of us but when she married me, she became a part of me. She is a part of me."

He proudly said, even though his own soul felt at guilt because he hadn't asked her to stay.

He knew he was right in being angry, he knew he was right in feeling disappointed or feeling like he couldn't trust her but he loved her. Was that not an enough reason to ask her to stay?

"I didn't want to say anything to you in front of people because you are my mother and I have no right to say anything back, but she is my wife and I respect her too."

He still regretted the words he had said to Haya's brother in the library that day. He loved Haya. He respected her. Did he trust her? He really didn't know.

"Yes, we have a lot of problems in our marriage right now but that does not mean my love for her is any less. I don't want my mother to stand against someone that I really love."

He told the woman,

"I know that, son. This is why we've never objected to anything, but her brother had an affair with your sister and she knew about it, she lied to you about something so important and, it's been a year and you are still childless. All of these things would bother a mother, they bother me."

His mother replied, because he knew how much he loved Haya but she was so mad at her. She was mad at her for lying to Amir, for making a fool out of a man who was simple and innocent.

"It took time for me to come to conclusion on this as well but, she was not responsible for what happened with Suhoor. Suhoor chose her own path,"

Amir replied, because he couldn't blame anyone else. He couldn't blamw Illyas because he didn't have a relationship with him. He was just Haya's brother, he was his own man. He couldn't blame Haya because she had warned Suhoor and only hid it from Amir because she wanted to protect her brother. Yes, he was upset even now that Haya hid it from him but he couldn't blame her.

He was the one who trusted Suhoor. He was the one who sent his sister to study in Paris. He was the one who took responsibility. Suhoor was the one who went against her values and ethics. She was the one who chose to have a relationship with a man like Illyas.

No one else was responsible.

"And Haya hid the truth from me because of a promise she had made. It's a problem that should be between us, you shouldn't have said it out in front of everyone. You didn't embarrass her but you embarrassed me."

He said further, looking at his mother with a disappointed gaze. It was the first time Queen Salma had seen Amir look so disappointed at her.

"You embarassed me because I made a promise to Haya too and I broke it. I told her I won't tell anyone that we were trying to have a child and you still came to know."

He had only told his birth mother, way before Haya had even told him not to tell anyone. Queen Azeezah had shared the good news with Salma, only to get the information that Haya wasn't really pregnant later on.

"And being childless is not on her, it's on me too. I will have a child when God decides to give me a child. It has only been one year, not a lifetime."

His words came from a place of hurt, a place of longing. Yes, he wanted a child. Yes, he wanted a child with Haya.

And then, there was more regret.

I don't want anything to do with you, Haya. Nothing.

He wanted a lifetime with her. He wanted to do everything with her.

I don't want to have a child with you.

It was everything he ever wanted and more.

They were in the middle of their conversation when he felt a knock on the door and saw one of his men, asking for a moment.

Amir had frowned at the intrusion, scolding him instantly. It was only later that he had realised the matter must be grave for him to come inside the house, all because the Prince was not responding.

When he went to his home office, because his team insisted so, he came to know of the reason.

There was an article on Reuters, one of the world's most known news service. It was about Haya leaving Maraaish. It was only when the Prince actually read the article that he realised that it wasn't just about her departure, it was also about an alleged relationship. The more he read the article, the more he realised how much of the information was actually available in the article. His heart dropped everytime he saw the article, because the idea of seeing Haya with anyone else was nerve wracking and full of anxiety.

He knew nothing in the article was the truth, and he ordered his team to get it taken down. One day later, they denied taking it down.

This was the problem they faced with the bigger organizations, even if they'd take down the article or fake news, they would write a bigger one. He knew he could always sue them but it would create an even bigger stir. He didn't need to.

He came to know that Prince Hunain's team had already tried, so had Yusuf in Buredaan but none of their efforts worked.

Sometimes, when you pushed at international media, they pushed back harder.

It wasn't a pretty situation.

This is why he did believe in the regulation of media, this is why he hasn't given freedom to the media in his own country. They could write whatever they wanted and it could genuinely hurt or harm other people.

He couldn't discuss it with his wife either, considering what had happened between them.

He didn't know whether she was seething or upset, he surely was feeling both.

If there one thing he knew, it was the fact that Haya would never ever do something of this sort to him..she wasn't this person.

He didn't trust her, but he trusted this the way he trusted his own faith.

It took him the whole evening to get out of the zone where he could think about anything other than the article. The phone call with his father had been another issue. Even though the man was sick, he had managed to read the news on his tablet and he was fishing for answers.

Amir put him at ease as much as he could, but he was sure that his father wasn't as convinced as he pretended to be.

Once he laid down to rest, his hands ached to hear her voice. He wanted to call her, but his pride came in between. Haya lied, she hid the reality and it wasn't the first time. He couldn't just let it go. He couldn't.

He opened his wife's instagram account instead, scrolling through her photographs. For some reason, not even a single photograph on her instagram matched with the pictures she sent him privately.

It was a comforting thought that Haya didn't share with him what she shared with the world.

He opened his gallery, finding hundreds of pictures that his wife had sent him. He opened the one he liked the most. Her hair was done differently, it was long and beautiful. She had an innocence on her face that usually went incaptured. There was just something about the picture that Amir was really fond of.

He knew he couldn't call her, he knew he couldn't give a statement about the recent article because it would only flame the fire but there was something else he could definitely do.

Amir smiled in irony, because he really didn't think he'd ever do this. Haya had changed alot of him, even if she didn't know it.

Haya.

"I feel like I have the worst timing in the world. How am I supposed to have dinner with your family tonight?"

Hunain had arrived in Buredaan last night, only to get informed that an article about him and Princess Haya had been published by Reuters. He had rolled his eyes, thinking it would just be a random article but it really wasn't.

It was detailed, half factual and half full of utter lies. The disgusting part was the fact the factually correct parts  would lead the other half to be believed like the truth as well and there were far too many anonymous sources.

His friendship with Haya was always questioned, he understood why. Haya and Hunain had always been two sides of the same coin. They shared similar interests, they always talked about each other publicly, proclaimed each other as friends and made sure to check in on one another, both privately and publicly.

Not everyone could understand that.

Now here he was, sitting in front of Haya and hating that the timing was so bad. He honestly came to Buredaan to relax a bit, and also because his friend was quite upset too.

She hadn't told him much over the phone but now, she had mentioned that she got into a big argument with Amir and decided to come home for a while. She didn't know when she was going back and she also mentioned that Amir hadn't tried to call or text either. They hadn't been in contact ever since she arrived back home.

She was going through a hard time.

If he was being honest, he never expected Haya to be the person who would fall madly in love with one man. She was more of a woman who would make men crazy over her but not reciprocate the same feelings.

"You know how my family is, Hunain. You don't have to worry." Haya murmured when she heard Hunain complain about the awkwardness that could resume at dinner tonight.

Yusuf had called and invited Hunain the moment he heard of the Jordanian Prince's arrival. Even though the visit was personal and it wasn't the first time, Yusuf was always the one toake sure his guests felt welcomed.

Haya had always received the same treatment from Hunain's mother and brother in Jordan. They were warm, respectful and welcoming.

"I know I don't have to, it's just awkward." He voiced out, since the article was viral and a point of worry for alot at this point.

Haya let out a nod.

The article had shocked her, made her upset but she wasn't even worried about herself. She was worried about what Amir might think, and she had tried to cover it up by being angry and throwing tantrums in front of her family.

"Illyas knows you so well, what can he even say? And Yusuf, he knows the truth. Dad isn't even going to be there, mom adores you."

Haya said, reminding him that there was really no need to think that anything could get awkward.

"What about Shahid? He always looks at me with such judgemental eyes."

Haya laughed, since her brother was the exact opposite.

"He doesn't," she dismissed, rolling her eyes.

As Hunain nodded and used his phone, he stared at Haya who had zoned out again.

She knew she was bound to be mad at him, she knew she had to hate him for not even reaching out but she felt so fucking worried. The last thing she wanted was for her man to think that she wasn't loyal to him.

She didn't think he would even believe her if she told him that she hadn't been unfaithful.

It had been twenty two days without having a word with him, without hearing his voice, without seeing his smile and his stupid, stupid dimples.

"You are trying to make me feel better when you look as pale as a ghost. It's okay to admit that you are worried about what Amir might think."

Hunain stated, reading right through her. Anyone could, she wasn't putting on a cold exterior right now.

"He trusts me, he won't think anything." Haya mumbled, but she sounded unsure.

When she felt her friend's gaze on her again, she sighed and nodded.

"Alright, so he doesn't trust me but he knows why I left. You were never the reason." She firmly said, continuing when Hunain looked at her.

"I am just shocked why why he hasn't been able to get the article off yet."

If there was anyone who could get it to be taken down, it was Amir. Hunain shrugged, since his own try had almost failed. Infact, his brother had told him not to even try again. It would only cause more damage.

"We really tried, Haya."

"I know. Everyone did. It's just much harder with Reuters." She responded, adding more.

"I would have slammed them by now but Yusuf told me not to blow it up even further. It's pathetic," she grumbled.

"You are the one who always talked about rights of the media and freedom of speech so look at it now. Sometimes, a little regulation is necessary."

Haya knew it was stubborness at this point, considering she was always the target of media's expression of freedom but she still believed in non censorship of the media.

Before she could put in a solid argument, she heard Aaliyah's voice and looked into her direction. She had been here with her and then Yusuf had called, so she went out with a shy smile and now she was back ten minutes later with a happy grin on her face.

"So loved up couple, what are you talking about?" She asked, picking up the glass that had been placed for her on the table just a while ago.

She sat with Haya, joking as Haya stared at her with a blank expression on her face.

Aaliyah pointed the glass in her direction, chuckling.

"You want something?"

Haya scrunched up her face in disgust, shaking her head.

"No, but please move it away. It stinks." Aaliyah always managed to drink the weirdest of shakes, they smelled like shit and probably tasted the same way.

"Are you serious? It's the shake I always drink. It's super healthy." Aaliyah defended.

Haya only made a face and asked her to move it away, focusing her attention back on Hunain.

He asked them if there was any plan after dinner, Haya wasn't really sure if there was any. They had been in too much shit to come up with anything.

"I'm thinking we should go sony tonight, after the dinner. Let's not make it lame for Hunain over here." Aaliyah butted in, causing both of them to throw curious glances in her direction.

"I'll call everyone, maybe we can have a party on ziblish beach?" She suggested, knowing that Ziblish was Haya's favourite beach in the city.

"I did come here to chill a little bit, get away from family drama." Hunain added, when Haya looked unsure.

She didn't think she was in the mood to chill or relax. Besides, there was just an article shared about them. Granted, everything was private and it wouldn't get out..she still felt unsure.

"I haven't even left the Palace ever since I came back. You'll feel so important if I concede." Haya remarked with a dry chuckle, only for Hunain to give her an encouraging face.

"What if I say please?"

She didn't want to be a moody bitch in front of a friend who was also going through a hard time, so she didn't have any choice but to agree.

"Okay, sure."

She agreed, hearing a gasp the moment she conceded.

Haya frowned, not really sure why Aaliyah had gasped in shock at just a yes from her cousin. When she looked at her, she found her staring at the phone instead.

"Oh My God." Aaliyah exclaimed with wide eyes, quickly looking up at Haya with a surprised expression on her face.

"What?" Haya frowned, not understanding the happy grin.

"Haya, you'll die." Aaliyah said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Excuse me?"

"Do you remember the last time we had a conversation and you called Amir?"

Haya didn't know what had triggered Amir's topic, since she hadn't really discussed anything about him in the past day or two.

"When?" Haya asked back, since she really didn't remember and she was honestly confused by Aaliyah's antics.

"You called him and started to nag that he should post about you on his social media."

Oh.

"So?"

"And then he posted a poetry about you, but he didn't post your picture." Aaliyah added, but to Haya..it felt like she was adding salt to her wounds.

It was a time that she absolutely missed at this point. Everything was so perfect, Amir was so perfect.

"Aaliyah, do you really want me to curse you for ruining my mood by talking about happy memories?" Haya snapped, because she felt sad.

Her friend's grin only widened seeing Haya's annoyance, as she gestured her towards her phone.

"Nevermind, just check your phone." She murmured, as Hunain looked at her in confusion too.

Haya didn't really know what she was looking for but out of pure instinct, she went on her instagram.

"Check Amir's account." Aaliyah murmured, to which Haya quickly went to her short following list and found her husband's account.

The moment his profile appeared before her eyes, she felt like she couldn't breathe.

@AmirBinAbdullah : حياتي

"I have to go." She quickly stood up, not giving both of them the chance to even look at her and understand how she was feeling.

"What?" Hunain stood up in a hurry, since Haya had literally arrived an hour ago.

"I'll see you tonight, okay? Yeah?" She said, ready to leave.

"Haya, wait." He tried to talk to her, but the Princess turned and shook her head.

"Hunain, I'll see you at dinner." She murmured in desperation, hoping that he'd understand.

The Prince nodded, as Haya didn't even let Aaliyah come with her as she walked out with a fast beating heart.

Hayati.

Hayati.

Hayati.

Fuck.

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*Part of the conversation where Haya sends Amir the picture that he posts on his Instagram later on*
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Haya.
I'm so annoyed right now. When will you come back??

Amir.
What's going on baby?

Haya.
Akbar and Waleed's wives are trying to convince me to go with them, to a mall 🤮🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮

Amir.
Haya...

Haya.
Don't Haya me. I really can't, Amir.

Amir.
Suhoor and Najma are always going with them, I'm sure it won't be so bad. You should go, you'll get a chance to know them better.

Haya.
Yeah, I think I'm good 😊😊

Amir.
Your choice, love.

Haya.
Don't go to the Palace for dinner. I came back!!! Come to me 😘😘

Amir.
Already at the Palace, won't have dinner. Wait for me 💓

Haya.
Don't make me wait too long. I look like this.

Amir.
Hayati ❤️

Amir.
I'm falling in love with you all over again.

Haya.
As long as you're not falling out of love 💁

Amir.
Now you're just mentioning something that's totally impossible.

Haya.
Now this is the kind of stuff that'll get you bonus points for sex tonight.

Haya.
And no need to write what you always manage to say after I throw in a so called graphic comment 💁🤦

A

mir.
You know me too well.

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I honestly wanted to write more but this was getting long already.

Thoughts?