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Haya.

"Haya, Why aren't you ready yet? Hunain and his friends are there already."

She had been staring at the screen longer than she had even noticed, to the point where her best friend had walked in and she still hadn't got distracted.

When Aaliyah's voice snapped Haya out of her own zone, she looked at her and let out a sigh. There were atleast three different phones on the table, Haya's assistant was by her side with an intense expression on her face and Aaliyah just frowned at the weird situation.

"What are you doing?" She slowly asked, as Haya gestured the woman to get up and leave for a while.

"Trying to pull on some strings, I really need to know how Amir's fake mother came to know of the abortion."

She said, feeling her head hurt at this point.

"And then the whole article, it's got so many stories from anonymous people. I really want some answers." She had been thinking about this for a while now.

Who were these anonymous sources? If this were any organization other than Reuters, Haya wouldn't even give it much thought. Most anonymous sources were self made.

But she knew damn well that the sources were there. Who had been snitching on both Haya and Amir? And even Hunain. Who didn't want them to have a stable life? She couldn't doubt her friends, they were loyal.

Amir's family, they were Royals. They wouldn't profit off from maligning their own daughter in law's name.

"I thought you'd have texted Amir by now,"

And then there was Amir.

He had distracted everyone using his social media power. Instead of giving a statement and making more people aware of what had recently happened, he simply used his social media platform to convey the message that he loved his wife and she was his life.

All it did was hurt Haya even more. She had always wanted him to post her on his Instagram, had always joked about it as well but she didn't want that anymore. she would have traded a personal message that reached only her for a social media post that reached millions of people.

She waited for a call or a message, because she didn't feel that she had to send him another message. There was no call, no message. At one point, her fingers ached as she kept holding onto the phone and even typed out several messages herself before deleting them.

She knew she had to distract herself, so she just focused on another issue.

"If it really meant something, if he really meant it, he would have called me. He would have told me that he misses me and he loves me. What's an instagram post compared to something personal, Aaliyah?"

Haya asked, looking at her best friend who was now leaning against the table and staring at Haya.

"I don't give a shit about what the world thinks of me right now, I give a shit about what he thinks. He told the world that I'm his life, but he didn't tell me that."

She pointed out.

She took a deep breath, not letting her emotions get the worst out of her today. She had cried enough. She wouldn't cry anymore.

"If I was his life, why didn't he ask me to stay?"

Haya's question was not meant for Aaliyah. It was also meant for herself, for Amir.

Aaliyah knew she couldn't help Haya, couldn't solve the conflict within her. All she could do was try and distract her for a while.

"Haya, let your thoughts disappear for a day. Don't think of anything." She suggested, coming around her best friend.

She leaned down and wrapped her arms around Haya, who didn't really whine and curse at her for being so clingy. Aaliyah let out a sigh when Haya welcomed the hug, needing the comfort.

"Yusuf said he had people finding it out, right? Just trust him." She murmured, Haya hummed.

"It's just frustrating, you think things will go one way and they literally go another way."

"Haya." Aaliyah ushered her to get up instead, because the more she would sit alone, the more her own thoughts would suffocate her.

"Okay, come on. Go shower and dress up. We're leaving soon."

"We, as in you and me?"

"I convinced your brother to come as well," She said, talking about her fiance.

"Illyas is already going to be there though."

"Yusuf."

Haya frowned. She hadn't expected her prim and proper brother to go out to party.

"I thought he wouldn't come, especially since he said a very proper goodbye to Hunain at dinner."

Haya added, Aaliyah gave her a loop sided grin.

"I pitched in a story about how he is a Prince after all and we should treat him should be treated despite the article and the drama."

"Okay."

"So you go with him now and I can come with Illyas in a while. I'm sure he's running late too." She suggested.

The last thing she wanted was to intrude two people who were just getting comfortable with the idea of being each other's partners in marriage.

"He is not even in the Palace."

Haya chuckled, nodding.

"I'll find out where he is, don't worry."

Her best friend still did not look convinced. Haya found it annoyingly cute that Aaliyah was worrying so much about her.

"I wanted to go with you, Haya." She stated, not willing to leave her.

Haya groaned.

"Aaliyah, I'm not a child. I've dealt with shit before too. I'm okay!" She exclaimed, ushering her to go with her brother.

"Sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure. Go!"

"Hey, Haya says she'll come in a while. She's not ready yet."

Aaliyah entered Yusuf's room with a soft knock on the door, still feeling a little uneasy as this was the room she had always hesitated to enter before. Honestly, she had pretty much entered it a handful of times before getting engaged to him.

At the same time, the room still made her a little uneasy. This was the same room that Sara had always found comfort in. The same room she would be found cuddled up next to Yusuf.

Everytime she looked at Sara and Yusuf, she wished for someone to love her the way Yusuf did. He loved that girl so damn much. Would he ever be able to love her like that? She wasn't so sure.

He was gentle and kind, caring and affectionate but he was also distant and hesitant. She was the same way with him, obviously.

But Aaliyah knew that it wouldn't be so easy. She appreciated him, she liked him but she didn't love him yet either.

She never expected to marry her first crush, never expected to have Yusuf care for her this way. A part of her was happy, another one was simply scared.

"Are we waiting for her?" Yusuf asked, looking at Aaliyah who had entered in a white dress.

He had told her that his favorite color on his woman was white. He told her she would look beautiful in a white dress, and she did. Yusuf smiled, despite the bitter memory that attached itself to this happy moment. Sara hated wearing white.

"No, she told me to go." Aaliyah responded, sitting down on the sofa as her fiance picked up his engagement ring from the table and wore it.

He gave her a knowing smile, a warm one. Aaliyah smiled back, feeling the heat on her cheeks.

"Is she okay?" Yusuf asked, referring to Haya.

"I think she will be. She has cried enough over a man and now if she cries she will start feeling pathetic about her own self. She won't do that." Aaliyah knew Haya that much, Yusuf nodded at her and sat down by her side.

Atleast one whole person could fit in between them. She always noticed that Yusuf put distance between them. It was never this way with Sara, he always had an arm around her shoulder or his hand on her thigh.

"Sometimes, I wish she was the same crazy teenager who snuck out of the Palace without any security and we would see her face on the paper in the morning." Yusuf was more worried than he'd let anyone think.

His father understood the problem too, but he was the same as him. He wouldn't say it out loud. It wasn't just about Amir and Haya, it was about Maraaish and Buredaan.

Besides, Haya loved Amir. It was so clear how much she loved him. He didn't want his sister's heart to break. 

"It's all about growing up, Yusuf. We have to grow up at some point."

She murmured, continuing.

"And she didn't just grow up to be this person that she is today, she changed and evolved with him. Sometimes, I feel like she totally lost her own self in him and the other times I think maybe she just found herself in him."

Aaliyah remembered how Haya had changed her wedding dress on the day of her wedding for Amir's sake. It had shocked and surprised her. It felt like Haya was lost in love completely.

But later on, she had realised that Haya was changing but she didn't mind the change. She embraced it. She wasn't being forced to change or anything.

"We all know she can't be forced into doing something or feeling in a certain way. I know for a fact that he has never forced his ideology down on her but she still managed to change so much of herself for him, you know?" She told Yusuf, who shrugged.

"When I see it from his perspective, I do understand. I have personal experience of how it feels when the person you love lies to you or hides something that is of such significance but,"

Aaliyah stiffened at the mention of Sara but didn't say anything as Yusuf kept on talking.

"She is my sister. She loves him, I don't want things to turn bad for her."

"I think he loves her too much to let her go, she is his wife. He won't ever leave her."

Aaliyah really believed that, he stared at her.

"Look at how he defended her. You know he doesn't come from a culture where men are comfortable posting their wife's pictures for the world to see. He literally called her his life. It accounts for something."

She insisted, adding more when he was silent.

"How can he leave her after calling her hayati? It's not possible."

She was being naive, even though she had seen so much and heard so much.

"They don't leave their wives in Maraaish, Aaliyah. There's hardly a concept of divorce in the Royal family. They just marry another and let the woman suffer."

Yusuf responded, but he knew Amir wouldn't do that. The nikah clause talked about this very thing.

But he was a Crown Prince. What law even mattered to him?

"Yusuf, we're thinking way too ahead. They happened to get into a huge fight but it's Haya and Amir. They're going to find their way back to one another." She comforted him, because she had faith that they would get back together in no time.

"I hope you're right."

He stood up, so Aaliyah did as well. When he told her that he was ready to leave, his fiance shot him a look.

"Notice any change in me?" She had been waiting for him to say something about her dress but he hadn't.

"I told you to wear white and you wore white." Yusuf mentioned, she looked at him with a smile and nodded.

"I noticed it the moment you entered, I am just a little occupied."

"so occupied that you can't even compliment your fiance?" She didn't know where the confidence was coming from.

"My fiance knows she's beautiful. I don't need to say it out loud." He responded, grinning when he saw her look down and blush.

"Wouldn't hurt me if you said it anyway." She murmured anyway, when she felt his constant stare and grin on her.

"You're beautiful, Aaliyah."

Yusuf said, a laugh erupting from his throat when Aaliyah tried her best not to blush

"Illyas, why are you such an asshole?"

When she had called him up, he'd told her that he was coming back to the Palace and they could go to Yusuf's island together.

Haya hated waiting, and she had been waiting for her brother for almost an hour. Now here he was, gesturing for her to come and sit in a car that he was driving.

She had sat with Illyas while he was driving only three times in her entire life. The first time was on Aunt Nassima's funeral, when they had snuck out in the middle because it was really boring and they didn't even like their aunt. The second time had been in the states, when she had decided to visit him and he said it would be fun to just be normal siblings and drive around all day. And today, it would be the third time.

Illyas was a rash driver. He drove recklessly and Haya really didn't want to die so soon.

As soon as she sat in the car after muttering curses at him, her brother shot her a playful look. 

"Sister, it's Ramadan. Have some shame." He responded, taking off.

She told him to drive carefully, he let out a laugh like he'd ever listen to her.

"I can smell the shame coming from your mouth. You will become a drunkard at this point." She was only bragging.

It was just the fact that Illyas was chuckling and looking flushed, he looked buzzed already.

"I literally had two glasses of scotch, that's it. You're just too observant these days." He added, knowing that he wouldn't even come back to the Palace.

King Najaf really didn't want them to drink, especially in a month like this. He was grateful his father wasn't home. His mother, was a different case though.

She had been checking up on him quite alot lately, since he was the one who wasn't home the most. He didn't want to go anywhere for now, if he was being honest.

He had to attend a meeting in England next week but that was all. He was handling business virtually for a while.

"Yusuf Aaliyah left?" Haya nodded.

"Yes, Hunain's already waiting." She answered, earning a hmm from her brother.

"He was so awkward during the dinner, if it wasn't for mom making him feel any better, I thought he would just blatantly start crying or something."

"It has been a pretty hard week for him too, and then his brother called and yelled at him for being so open about his personal life and how it was biting everyone back in the ass." She informed him, Illyas knew it already.

"We all brag about how we are royalty but at the end of the day, we are answerable to so many people that it ruins all the fun we've had."

Haya knew he was thinking about the argument he had with the King a few days ago, all because a stupid tabloid had been able to capture him.

Illyas was quite smart with his life. He only got snapped when he wanted to be snapped. It wasn't too hard for him to have privacy but he literally didn't know how he had been captured with Niks. He had been able to make it go away before it saw the light of the day but somehow, King Najaf had come to know.

It was so fucking annoying.

"I think you are still the lucky one. I was lucky too, I think." Haya murmured.

"Meaning?"

"When I wasn't married, I did everything I wanted to do and I didn't have to think that a certain person would get affected by my actions. It's like, with him, I have to be so careful of everything that I do and it never really bothered me because we had such a great relationship and I love him but now that I think about it,"

She stopped to take a deep breath, continuing when Illyas shook her a little and she started to talk again.

"It's just hard. it's hard to be under the constant scrutiny of someone who has you up on such a big pedestal that they don't expect you to screw up,"

She admitted the truth, watching him gaze back at her.

"When I was here, dad knew everything that I did and he still never questioned me, mom yelled but she never really told me how to live my life and Yusuf never got angry either."

Haya was their father's golden child. She was the daughter. She was allowed to screw up. Infact, they all were. He really didn't know why his father had scolded him that day when he had hardly done it in the past before. The King had a simple idelogy and he followed it like anything. He wanted his children to find their path by themselves.

"You were literally just like me, Yusuf balanced everything out without a care in the world and Shahid wouldn't judge a murderer even, it was so simple and perfect."

Illyas knew what she was trying to say. He understood.

"I know it will sound so dumb but I never realised the complexity of the situation until the thing with Suhoor happened,"

He stated, sighing.

"I knew they were conservative and traditional, I read about it but I was so invested in my life and my choices that it didn't bother me. You know I don't think about the consequences, I just live in the moment."

Haya knew, she had been the same person too.

"And honestly, she never really gave me the impression that everything was so hard on her. It was only when I'd observe and figure it out on my own,"

He had never really talked about Suhoor like this before, so Haya took whatever information she was receiving

"And since Adil and I experienced so much together, it never occurred to me that he'd be so conservative either."

Adil and Illyas had became friends in a short time, since they were working together on many projects. Haya hadn't even seen Adil in so long.

"I mean if you were casually seeing someone and you told me about him, I would literally just roll my eyes and move forward."

It had happened way too many times. They didn't judge each other or act protective when it wasn't needed.

"They don't do that, they lash out. After everything that happened with Amir, Adil called and said he wanted to separate himself from the business."

Haya didn't know that, not even a little bit.

"Are you serious? But Maraaish invested alot of money, is he stupid?" She questioned, since it was shocking.

"That's what I made him understand as well. I told him business and personal lives should never be merged. Such news does not remain hidden and it would cause a bigger scandal then he can even imagine."

Illyas responded, nearing the boat that would take them to the island.

"Amir never mentioned anything like that."

"Has their family contacted you?"

"No. No one has, not even his real mother. She was actually quite nice." Haya added, stressing on the real mother.

Illyas laughed, as the car stopped and a man opened the door for him. Haya got out the same way, and they walked towards the boat.

"And his fake mother?" Illyas questioned, seeing the sour look on his sister's face.

"Oh she is a psycho bitch and she is going down if my relationship is ruined." Illyas nodded, glad that Haya wasn't letting it go.

"Good to see you haven't lost your bitchy touch." He proudly said, causing his sister to shake her head at the antic.

Once they were on the boat and nearing the island, Haya knew what she had to ask Illyas.

"I know that we never really talked about your personal life but can I ask you something?"

"As long as it doesn't involve me cursing you out." Illyas answered, she only rolled her eyes.

"Suhoor, what did you have with her? It's just so complicated in my head."

Hs promised her he would tell her the truth and he literally never did. She just wanted to know.

"You know that all my friends are in America, right? -sandro, Rumi, Nicky, we've been close for the past few years now."

Haya knew his friends. While all of her close friends other than Hunain were from Buredaan, Illyas had his closest friends from out of the country.

"Yeah, I remember Alesandro really well." She mumbled, as she had met him way too many times.

Illyas considered him a brother.

"You tried to sleep with him and he rejected you because of the bro code. Of course, you must remember him."

Illyas dryly answered, causing her to scowl.

"I did not try to sleep with him. Aaliyah told me he's some big shot actor's son at the time and Yaman dared me to flirt with him. We were all drunk!" She defended, scowling.

"Besides, if I actually wanted to sleep with him, I would have slept with them. You know there was no stopping me." Illyas shot her a dirty look.

"That's disgusting, Haya. Let's just move forward before I start slut shaming you."

He joked, she shook her head.

"You're a man whore, Illyas. You can never slut shame any woman."

She said back, he only laughed and started to talk again.

"Moving on, I was in contact with Suhoor since I saw her at the Palace. Believe it or not, I didn't pursue her after you told me she is engaged and very young."

He didn't?

"Then a few days later, I got a text and you know we cannot get random text messages. I knew it was somebody important, because even though number was not in my contacts, the message still came through."

He elaborated, she hummed and only heard with interest.

"I was a little high so I talked to her for weeks without even knowing who she was. It was a fun game for me and I was careful enough to never go beyond a certain limit."

Illyas and his random, impulsive acts.

"I didn't even try to get it searched,  because it was fun. Anyway, it just didn't even matter to me when I did come to know of who it was. It was casual and I told her of the consequences and gave her the whole speech of how we could never be together because I am not the commitment type,"

He explained, Haya had said the very same to Suhoor on many occasions. She just didn't understand.

"The point is, I was her first experience and she was my, I have even lost count. We couldn't really see eye to eye. I just broke it off before anything got too serious,"

Even though he told her the story, he really didn't tell her anything.

"That hardly made any sense, Illyas. But it did distract me." She muttered, getting off the boat.

"Then my job here is done." Her brother answered, Haya nodded.

"I'm just glad I'm not the only one with a fucked up love life."

"Haya! You're here." It was Mahrookh, shrieking as she held a drink in her hand and an excited grin on her lips as she spotted Haya coming towards them along with Prince Illyas.

Haya knew she couldn't pretend that she wasn't happy, she couldn't say that she had a big fight and she came back. She couldn't let people know that their assumptions about her were kind of right. Her friends always felt shocked that Haya had her life set out straight when she was the wildest one out of all of them. She had to give the image that she was happy, content and Amir was the most loving and understanding man in the world.

Haya let her friend pull her in for a hug, smiling as she felt the alcohol buzzing around her and the happiness that radiated from each and everyone. Except her.

She swallowed, nodding as Mahrookh handed her a drink. She didn't want to say that she had tried to stop drinking, not only because she she told Amir she'd stop but also because she had been trying to have a baby. She held it in her hand, looking around as some friends greeted her.

She recognized Hunain's friends instantly too, since she used to hang out with them so much in the years before her marriage.

They all seemed happy too.

Hunain shot her a smile, encouraging her to smile more. Haya shook her head, but smiled anyway.

"I see you're not going your modest route anymore, Princess. Love the dress."

Mahrookh complimented, she shrugged. She hadn't really bothered to care about what she was wearing, since it was just her friends and no one would have to say anything about the length or the fitting.

"Haya!" A girl smiled widely as she walked in her direction, Haya could vaguely remember her.

"Hello, how are you? It's been ages, yeah?" She started the conversation, lying through her teeth since she really didn't remember her name. She could recognize the face but not the name.

She looked around to find Aaliyah, but she couldn't find her anywhere. She was probably around the yachts, since Yusuf loved that part of the island.

Once again, they had all changed their minds and decided to be back here, because the island was everyone's favourite part of Buredaan and it was owned by the Crown Prince of the country. They could easily brag.

It was only when Hunain came forward after finishing his talk with one of the other girls and his cousin that Haya let out a sigh of relief. She didn't have to pretend in front of him atleast.

"I've literally been shit bored without you." Hunain gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, turning around to see the girl Haya was just having a talk with.

She was his cousin's long time girlfriend, Mona.

"Mona has been asking for you since she arrived, Haya. We were just remembering Rahim's graduation party,"

He murmured, and Haya finally remembered who she really was.

"Oh, right. It was so fun, yeah. I don't think I've visited Jordan after that, life's been so hectic lately."

Haya replied, smiling at Mona who nodded. Haya liked Mona, she wasn't a part of some royalty or a daughter of a man with more money that a small country. She was literally just Mona. She was a writer in the country, assisting one of the biggest journalists of Jordan and she had met Hunain's cousin in one of his interviews. She was simple, and hardly insecure of the people she was around with. She was a self made woman, Haya liked that about her.

"I can understand. I've been following your work in Maraaish, it's really good. I expected such a thing from you actually."

Haya hummed, since she didn't even know what exactly she was trying to do in Maraaish anymore.

How could she change anything there when their Royalty was so damn conservative and stupid?

Besides, she felt lost without a cause. She didn't feel passionately about the whole project anymore. She didn't feel connected to it.

"Thanks, Mona," she said, her face starting to hurt from fake smiling.

She talked to more and more people, feeling more and more alone. She'd never envied anyone's happiness but there was light radiating and laughter echoing all around her, she really felt like shit. She didn't feel happy enough to be around happy people.

She couldn't even find her brothers anywhere. She had seen Illyas in a conversation over his phone, with a scowl on his face.

She knew Yusuf and Aaliyah were somewhere around the yachts but that was all she knew. Nothing more, nothing less.

Hunain was the only one who would show up after every few minutes, trying to initiate a conversation or make her laugh.

It was only when she also saw him laughing with a few of his and her friends that she really couldn't take it.

Everyone was happy. Why couldn't she be happy then?

Why was her fucking happiness based on Amir?! Why did she miss him when she was around a million people? Why couldn't she just stay mad at him and hate him for hurting her too?!

She mattered more than Amir did. She mattered more to herself. She had always preached about self love. What the fuck was wrong with her.

Scoffing, Haya turned around and started to walk towards the emptier part of the island.

She walked towards the water, letting the cold water soothe her flushed nerves.

"Couldn't stand being around them anymore?" She let out a slow nod, as Hunain stood by her side throwing her an assessing glance.

"Is it disgusting that their happiness is causing me to itch?" Haya asked, because she couldn't bear the happy grins on everyone's face when her own heart was burning.

Her friend shook his head.

"No, it's quite normal. Shit happens, you know."

"What about you? How's everything?"

She didn't want to always talk about herself and her problems. She didn't want to be that whiny person. She already knew that he was here to relax as well, he was going through difficult times too.

And then, the whole article drama had happened. It made things even worse.

"Father called me, told me to come back. Mother says it's high time I get married and my brother isn't too happy about the article either. Scandals aren't welcomed in my family in a time like this."

Hunain responded, not giving her more details. Haya hummed.

"Have you heard from Amir yet?"

She stiffened upon Amir's mention, since she really didn't want to talk about him anymore. She was constantly thinking of him, now she had to talk about him too? She didn't want to. She didn't want to think about the shit that had gone down. She didn't want to remember how she'd tried and tried, but he hadn't cared enough. She didn't want to remember that his grudge and anger overcame his love and virtue of forgiveness.

"I haven't, is it not obvious?" Haya replied with an eye roll.

"But his Instagram post has everyone talking, so that's not too bad." He added, she scoffed.

"Doesn't it work both ways, Haya? He called you his life, you can text him." He encouraged, because he could see right through her.

Haya was miserable without Amir.

"What if it's just to make people understand that we're together, Hunain? What if it's for a show? If I am his life, how is he living without me right now?"

Haya shot back, because she had been so fucking emotional when she saw his post. She kept seeing it on his Instagram, kept reading the comments, kept missing him, kept thinking that maybe he would call but he never did.

"It took me hours, you know. My hand would reach for my phone and I would make up a text and then delete it. I said all that I needed to say and more before I came here. It's his turn to talk now." 

Haya added, because she had lowered herself to the ground for the sake of that man. She couldn't go any lower than that. She couldn't bury herself.

"I hate that we grew up, Haya."

Hunain quietly said, chuckling when Haya gave him a weird look.

"Like, even when we didn't know each other..we still knew each other. Now, it's all the drama and work and relationship shit. When I was engaged, i felt like life was finally going to slow down and instead that went down the drain too." He explained, causing her to wince.

His words were quite on point.

"And then there's you. I really thought you'd fuck up if you ever got married and I was surprisingly happy when you didn't."

All of her friends really hadn't expected her to have a settled love life. It was a pleasure surprise for everyone, even the people who weren't so fond of her. Maybe evil eye was really a thing.

"Now here I am." She let out a laugh, muttering the words bitterly.

"Here you are." Hunain agreed, letting out a dry chuckle himself.

"We could have gotten married, you know." Her head whipped in his direction so fast that he laughed out loud at her reaction.

"I mean, not because I was in love with you or anything but I thought at some point, we'd just get married. Think about it, we've more in common than anyone else I know."

He stated, continuing.

Haya really couldn't imagine marrying anyone but Amir.

"But then I got engaged, you met Amir and married him. Life turned around."

She nodded.

"Now the engagement is over and your marriage is in trouble, and then there's that fucking article."

Hunain kept muttering about all of their problems again and again, causing bile to rise up her throat. She felt like she would vomit, she wanted to.

"I think I'm gonna throw up." She said, as it got a little intense and she really didn't feel okay.

"I know right, it's maddening. It disgusts me that they'd write shit like this." Hunain went on and on, Haya smacked his arm..

"No, Hunain. I'm literally gonna throw up. Move." She pushed him at one side and her hair on the other, as she threw up all over the sand.

Hunain's eyes widened, and he quickly held back her hair..like he'd done at times when she'd drink too much and throw up in the morning.

"Haya?" He put his hand on her back as she spilled her guts out, throwing up like anything.

"Fuck, what the hell? Are you alright?" He rubbed her back, not understanding at all.

She hadn't drank that much, had she? He didn't even see her sip anything.

"Did you drink alot?" He asked, as she leaned against him for support.

She really didn't feel okay. She needed to go back.

"Haya."

She knew Hunain's voice. She knew it. She knew it wasn't so deep, she knew it didn't leave her heart beating wildly. She knew it wasn't Hunain.

She wanted it to be Amir. She didn't want it to be Amir.

She had been throwing up and now she was in another man's arms. It wasn't a pleasant sight.

Haya slowly lifted her head at the mention of her name, hoping for it to be just a mistake and wishing that Amir wasn't the person present on the island.

"Amir." She whispered, finally taking him in sight.

Before she could even stare at him, he had turned around. Haya frowned, getting up even thought she had no energy to run after anyone.

"Amir! Wait!"

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No it's not going to go the cliche way. Just chill ,:))

Thoughts?