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Amir x Haya.

"I do apologize for everything that's been happening lately. She is your daughter, I understand the concern."

It wasn't that they had called him up for interrogation or to judge him for everything that happened with their daughter, it was just a simple invitation of coffee in the garden but he certainly knew the meaning behind that.

He already had a conversation with the King earlier in the praying room but it was the Queen he hadn't had much chance to talk with. She looked concerned for Haya and he couldn't blame her.

Haya, who had been in her room for the past three days with no one but Amir in the room as well. They didn't really talk much, but he liked the fact that she needed his comfort and his companionship even when she was mad at him in a way.

She would mostly rest or read a book, maybe even watch one of those political series on netflix that he had kind of gotten obsessed with as well. She didn't really do anything more than that and he didn't really expect her to. She needed rest, her body and mind were vulnerable and he wanted her to rest.

But now, it had been three days and it was time to go back home. He couldn't stay here any longer.

At the same time, you wanted to put her parents at ease. Her father might have been at is but the Queen clearly was not.

He knew that the reason behind the woman's discomfort was the fact that her daughter hadn't really spent any time with her. The King had visited Haya once and she had gladly let her father sit by her side for almost an hour. When it came to her mother, she had only told the woman that she was okay and she just needed some time. She didn't want to see anyone right now, because she didn't feel like she was at her best.

Her brothers, her mother, even Aaliyah..nobody had really been able to come and visit Haya. It was only Amir who had been there constantly and her father, who had visited once and made sure Haya was okay.

The King nodded at Amir, knowing that he was trying to make everything right. He hadn't done much wrong in the man's eyes, he had done what any human being would have done but since he was a prince and he was on a pedestal, he was feeling it a lot more.

It was expected of people around him to make mistakes but no one really expected him to make the same mistakes.

He knew the kind of stress that the Crown Prince was under. It wasn't just the recent loss of a child that had bothered him, it wasn't just the indifference in his relationship, it was also the political pressure that had been building since quite a while, it was also the family issues that he had to resolve because his father was sick, it was also so the conflict within his government that he had to take care of. Being a Crown Prince wasn't easy.

King Najaf knew it way too well.

He gave Amir an assuring smile as the man spoke again.

"Please do know that I love her with all of my heart and no harm will ever come to her, God willing."

He murmured, trying to assure them that they hadn't given their daughter to a man who had no values. It was the last thing he wanted for them to feel.

"Amir, you don't have to apologize to us. It's your life and hers. We are just third parties when it comes to your relationship."

The Queen said, but even then..her voice sounded strained.

"No, you're her parents. You have every right to voice out your concern." Amir responded, looking at both of them.

"We know that our daughter is the happiest when she's with you, Amir."

King Najaf said, knowing the truth.

"I want to take her back home tomorrow." He said next, since this was one of the reasons why he wanted to have a talk with her parents.

He wanted to put them at is and he wanted to tell them that it was time to take his wife back home.

"Is Haya willing to go back?" The Queen asked, because she wouldn't be too surprised if her daughter refused to leave.

Amir shook his head.

"I'm not really sure, if I'm being honest. I'll have a talk with her today. It's been three days, I can't miss out more on my national duties." He stated, as his mother in law hummed.

"Amir, have you told your family about what happened?"

She knew that Amir's family had every right to know what had happened but, she also knew that Haya would definitely have a problem with not being taken into confidence first.

"I haven't," Amir replied, surprising both of them.

He, himself could not believe that he hadn't told his mother about the loss that he had faced.

"I need to have a talk with Haya about it first. I just needed to have a talk with you as well." He answered, earning a smile from both the King and Queen this time.

"Son, we've never really talked about Haya's personal life, atleast not me." The King stated, continuing when Amir listened to him keenly.

"Our daughter knows what's good for her and what's not. If she's ever in trouble and needs any of us, she isn't hesitant to voice that out either. Just understand that we're as much your parents now as we're hers."

King Najaf was trying to comfort him for the second time. The first time was two days ago when he was praying and asking God to forgive him for the harsh words that he had used for his wife. He was blaming himself for causing Haya to stress out when the man entered his praying room. King Najaf sat next to Amir and did not say anything.

It was only after the prayer that the King made sure to put Amir at ease, by merely his words.

Amir understood why Haya loved her father so much. Even his presence had a therapeutic impact.

"The decision that I made years ago, the promise that I took from her was something that I did for the sake of my own reputation. It wasn't right for you to not know when you got married to her, but she was just honoring the promise that she made to me."

The King clarified. It was the first time they were talking about Haya's teenage abortion.

"I know, I really do understand that now." Amir responded, adding more.

"I hold no grudges, no anger against her or anyone at this point. We both lost a life, this is much bigger than anything else."

There was no talk about anything personal after that. Infact, by the end of the conversation, they had moved onto the recent conflict that had been impacting everyone.

It was still a surprise that Haya didn't know about it.

"Before you plan on going, we do need to have a talk about the conflict."

King Najaf said, since Maraaish and Buredaan needed to be on the same page.

"The OIC meeting takes place after dinner, we can talk before dinner then?" Amir asked, standing up as the King stood up as well.

"Of course."

She woke up around twelve, and she already knew she wasn't alone. She hadn't been alone for the past three days. It was always him, making sure she was feeling okay, making sure he was there if she felt like crying, making sure he was there if she felt like yelling at him.

She had yelled thrice and cried twice. Amir had taken it like a gentleman.

Haya let out a sleepy sigh, not ready to open her eyes and look at him. She wanted to stay mad at him, she wanted to blame him for everything that had happened because blaming him would make everything so damn easy.

At the same time, she knew she couldn't blame him at all. She hid a truth from him, she lied and they fought. She came back and stressed out, which could've been the reason for the miscarriage but they weren't even sure.

He was perfectly fit to be a father. His sperm was absolutely fine. It was her.

It was her with her stupid PCOS and hormones that didn't give a shit about her. She was the problem here, it couldn't have been Amir.

Still, Haya didn't want to be one of those self loathing women who gave up on themselves because they had things difficult for them. There were always a thousand ways, it would eventually be alright. She just had to stop obsessing over it all.

Her relationship felt like it was on the right track now, they were finally feeling like they could get back together. She didn't feel anything against him, didn't feel like she wanted to be more angry at him. She didn't think he blamed her anymore either.

The loss of a child had actually managed to bring them back together.

When Haya tried to move, she felt him pull her closer. She smiled in her half asleep condition, probably the first time she felt like smiling since the past three days.

Next, she felt his hand over her head as he tried flattening out her hair with the palm of his hand. She felt his lips on her head then, prepping tiny kisses all around her hairline.

"Good morning,"

He greeted, placing another kiss near her eye. She twitched, but didn't open her eyes yet.

"Open up, let me see your beautiful eyes." He whispered, she groaned.

For a moment, it actually seems like everything was just the way it used to be. Everything seemed perfect and they were in their little world without any complications and arguments.

"They're not so beautiful without a mascara and an eyeliner." Haya replied, shifting a little bit.

Amir let out a hum, putting his thumb on her chin and forcing her to open her eyes, as she looked at him. She slowly opened them, thinking that she would have to adjust to the bright light but they were still dimmed and only a soft yellow light was shining above them.

"They're always beautiful, baby." He placed another kiss, right near the space between her eyebrows.

"How are you feeling today?" He had been asking the same question for the past three days.

Every day, her answer would be different.

The first day, she had told him she just needed to sleep more.

The second day, she had told him she felt achy all over and her head hurt. She felt like crying, and she didn't understand how she didn't even know she was pregnant.

"I am feeling like I need to get the hell out of this bed and go sit with actual people."

Her answer surprised him but made him happy at the same time.

"And I am not actual people?" He questioned, staring at her.

He hadn't shaved in what seemed like a month. His beard had grown, his eyes had more dark circles than before and she hadn't seen him smile with his proper dimples in a life time. He looked beautiful but he also looked exhausted.

"You've a gorgeous face Amir but I've been looking at it for the past three days. I'm tired now." Haya replied, causing Amir to give her a knowing look in return.

When she sat up and leaned against the headboard, he did exactly the same.

"I will try and pretend that it didn't hurt hearing you say this." He teased, causing her to chuckle out loud.

When he looked at her with a smile, he couldn't help but feel like a burden was slowly lifting. He put his hand on her thigh, as she placed her head on his shoulder.

"It's good to see you smile, Haya. I feel like I'm breathing better now." He murmured, causing her to raise an eyebrow at him.

She moved her head away, nodding at him.

"and how did it feel seeing me go when I begged you to ask me to stay?"

He knew she wouldn't let it go easily. She always managed to bring that up, every time, all the time.

"Like I couldn't breathe." Amir responded with complete honesty.

When Haya only shook her head, he let out a sigh and sat in front of her instead. He shifted his position, and Haya looked at him, waiting for him to speak again.

"If you keep on bringing the past, we will never be able to look forward to the future."

He stated, because he felt like it was getting tiring at this point.

"From now on, I'm not going to bring up the past and you will not do it either." He told her, she narrowed her eyes at him..

"I will. I was hurt and I'll keep bringing it up. If you've a problem with it, you can leave."

She snapped, causing him to to get out of the bed at the same time because her voice had cracked at the end. Her throat was dry and she was still arguing with him.

"Okay." Amir murmured, walking towards the table.

He had been putting up with her taunts and snappy remarks for the last three days without even a single complaint. She expected that he would do the same today as well but instead she found him ready to leave.

"You're actually leaving?" She questioned, seeing him walk away.

At the sound of her voice, he stopped and turned around.

"You said if I had a problem with it, I had to leave. I do have a problem with it, Haya." Amir stated, she frowned even more.

Seriously?

She found him pick the glass of water and walk back towards her, causing her frown to deepen in confusion. What was he even doing?

"But I'm not going to leave you. I was just getting you some water."

He handed the glass of water to her and she took it in a slight daze, confused by his actions. They were so incredibly Amir, and yet she felt surprised.

He was basically killing her with kindness at this point. When he took the glass of water back from her hand and adjusted the pillow behind her back, she started to feel guilty for her ugly behaviour.

When he sat by her side and took hold of her hand again, she wanted to caress his face.

"I will not bring up the past. I wasn't exactly right either. I made a mistake and I expected you to get over it because you always have. I took you for granted."

She honestly said, feeling his hands massage her own.

"You are the last person I ever want to take for granted. You are the only one who has made me realise that the world could be at your feet but if your heart is hurting, nothing really matters."

He only listened to her as she spoke, his own heart melting at her words.

"I know I've apologized before but, I really am sorry for hurting your heart."

He had apologized quite a few times lately, while also telling her that she had been at fault too. She knew he wasn't wrong about his actions, she just didn't expect him to be so angry that he wouldn't even ask her to stay.

Haya nodded, looking at him.

"And I am sorry for hurting you. I never wanted to."

She had apologized quite a few times too, but she still wanted to say it again.

When there was utter silence between them, she found him speaking about the miscarriage again.

Haya knew that a part of her was incredibly hurt because she had been trying so hard and even after getting what she wanted, she still didn't get it. At the same time, she didn't know how to mourn the loss of something that she didn't even know existed in the first place.

She knew Amir was somewhat feeling the same way.

Haya simply had been questioning herself these past few days. Was her body really that weak that it couldn't handle a child?

"Haya, whatever happened to us, I don't want you to blame yourself. I was reading this research about miscarriages and I read that women have a tendency of blaming themselves for the loss of their child. If you are feeling that way and if you think I cannot help you, I will get you someone who can help you."

He told her, concern evident in his tone.

"I just don't want you to think that it's your fault or that your body couldn't handle this." He said the words that had been going on in her head for the past three days now.

"Do you blame yourself?" She questioned instead, because she herself had said that he caused her enough stress that she ended up losing the baby.

"I did, for two days actually." Amir admitted, surprising her.

"I know I told you that I didn't but I did and I was praying," he started off, continuing when Haya only listened with intent.

"Your father came into the praying room and sat with me. His words made me realise that I had no right to blame myself. If I have complete faith that God writes everything for us, how can I contemplate on what I should and shouldn't have done for things to be different?"

It was so easy to say the words and believe them. If nothing was in our control, how could we be angry or blame ourselves for anything that happened in our life?

"Your faith makes things so much easier for you, Amir." Haya murmured, biting her lip.

"It's your faith too, Haya." He said back instantly.

She hummed, agreeing.

"It is, but you have this unflinching belief that makes me envy you at times." It was true.

"Well, my faith also tells me that if you don't forgive me then God never ever would either. Do you?" Amir asked back, looking at her.

"There's nothing to forgive." Haya said, because she held so many grudges against him but the moment her heart and head thought of him, the moment she contemplated on who he was, nothing really mattered..

She loved him. She couldn't not forgive him.

"There is." Amir insisted.

"Amir, if things were not the way they were, I would have reacted differently." She said, putting her head back on his shoulder.

"But I have seen you with tears in your eyes for my sake. I have seen you up the entire night because you weren't sure if I was awake or asleep."

She murmured, swallowing.

"This isn't just my loss but yours too. There is nothing to forgive. It's all in the past as it should be." She cleared it out, causing Amir to nod.

"Thank you." He whispered, placing a kiss on her head.

"Do you forgive me? For everything?"

Haya questioned, raising her head to look at him.

"There's nothing to forgive anymore, Haya. Nothing matters but you." He said, without any hesitation.

"As it should be." Haya smugly replied in the same teasing tone that she always used on him.

Amir couldn't help but chuckle out loud, with his dimples in a complete view.

"Aw, dimples." She placed a kiss on his cheek, happy to see him smile.

"I missed you." She held his face in her hands, smiling at his smiling face.

"I missed you too." Amir held her in his arms, inhaling her scent and feeling at home.

"Isn't it too early for you all to be here?"

Haya asked, as she had just showered and changed. She had a book in one hand and a bored look on her face as she found all three of her brothers and her best friend standing near the bedroom door.

"Let me rephrase that, what the fuck are you all doing here?" She asked, frowning at all of them.

She knew they were concerned but visiting her together, it was a little too much concern for her.

"Not you Shahid, I'm glad to see you." She further added, smiling sweetly at her brother. Shahid nodded, walking towards Haya.

"Oh she's fine." Illyas grumbled walking toward his sister as well. Yusuf and Aaliyah stood at a distance but they still entered the bedroom.

Haya observed the tension between them but focused her attention on Illyas and Shahid instead.

"I thought you'd be half across the globe by now." She said to Illyas, since she hadn't really expected him to be here for three straight days.

"I had a meeting in Azerbaijan but I came back overnight." He informed, causing Haya to feign a gasp.

"For my sake? Should I be freaked out?" She joked, returning back Shahid's hug as he came and sat by her side.

"Haya, you alright? We've been really worried about you." He said, visibly upset. Haya smiled and nodded, pulling away.

"I'm okay. You don't have to worry." She said, seeing Yusuf nearing her as well.

When he also embraced Haya, she simply wanted to laugh. Sure, they were affectionate but her siblings were acting like she had caught a disease or something.

She was okay. Mentally fucked up maybe, but she was alright.

"It's hard not to worry when you can't see your baby sister for three days after hearing the worst news." Yusuf murmured, she shrugged at him.

"It's not that I didn't want to see any of you, it's just that my head was not in the right space and I wanted to rest and Amir was here, I just-"

She tried to explain herself, causing Yusuf to shake his head at her.

"I know, I understand. He kept us all updated."

He replied, remembering the daily half an hour swimming session with his brother in law. Him and Amir had closely bonded in the past three days, along with Amir's friend and Maraaish's ambassador Khalifah. He had been visiting daily at the same time. It was the only time that Yusuf found Amir relaxed.

"But mom's really upset she didn't get to take care of you." Yusuf further added, Haya sheepishly stared at her brother.

"And by taking care means ordering everyone around while sitting on my side and caressing my head?"

"Pretty much."

Her brothers laughed, and Haya nodded.

"I will go to her today. She visited on the first day but I was sleeping and then I just didn't want to see anyone." She justified, but Illyas shook his head at the justification.

"You know she gets insecure, Haya. You talked to dad but you didn't talk to mom, she's more upset about that."

He clarified, she let out a groan.

"I'll speak to her, you defenders of mother." Illyas sat on the edge of the bed and Yusuf stood up, sitting on the couch instead.

Shahid and Illyas were on each side, while Aaliyah sat on the corner with her head bowed down. She hadn't said a word since she entered the room, Haya knew she needed to talk to her friend too.

"But you're fine otherwise? And that fuckface is being good to you?" Illyas distracted her thoughts, cursing at Amir.

"Get out." She said annoyed, scowling at him.

"Don't you dare use your ugly curse words on Amir, okay? Go back to your botox filled bitches." She cursed back, and Illyas only laughed.

"So he's being good then? Happy to know." Illyas murmured, getting up.

"Alright, my work here is done. I will be leaving today so take care and call me if there's any problem." He further added, she only rolled her eyes at him.

"Like you'd possibly pick up."

"I will."

"You won't, liar."

"We'll be back tomorrow evening, Haya. He's going with me this time." Yusuf interjected, shaking his head at Illyas.

"Yusuf, come on. Let the girls have a talk." He ushered his older brother to get up as well.

As Yusuf stood up, Shahid did the same.

"It's okay, Shahid. You can stay. I said the girls could stay."

Illyas teased, groaning when his sister threw a cushion at him. It hit him directly in the nose.

"Illyas." Yusuf murmured, telling him to stop..

"I'm joking."

Shahid only shook his head and focused his attention back on Haya, asking her if she was doing better.

"I was really worried, Haya. Are you okay, actually okay?" Haya nodded at him.

"I think I'm better than I was three days ago and I'll get even better in a week." She replied with honesty, causing her brother to smile and caress her head.

Sometimes, she didn't understand how Shahid turned out to be so soft and loving when he had two brothers like Illyas and Yusuf and a sister like Haya.

"And if there's anything, you know I'm here right?"

"I know."

She said, looking at Yusuf now.

"I'm flying to Turkey in a while, I'll see you when I get back tomorrow evening, yeah?"

"Turkey? Why are you going to Turkey?"

Hadn't he already visited Turkey a month ago?

"Right. You don't know and you probably shouldn't know at this point." Yusuf mumbled, remembering that his sister was really passionate and she wouldn't be able to control herself.

"Tell me." Haya insisted, frowning.

"The conflict between Israel and Palestine has worsened. They're trying their best to to oppress the Palestinian people." Illyas stated, since he was waiting for Yusuf to leave with him.

"And what's Buredaan's take on it?" Haya asked, looking at her brother.

"It's the same as it always has been. We don't believe in oppression and we never well. They're trying to make people believe that they are the victims." Haya felt disgust rise within her.

"How can a state with a globally strong army and billions of dollars of funding be victims because of people who are striving to just survive?"

She questioned, hating that Amir hadn't mentioned anything in three days. She obviously knew why.

"I am going to tweet this, thank you Haya." Illyas murmured, she clicked her tongue.

"What's Maraaish's take?" She questioned Yusuf.

"We don't know." Her eyebrows raised in surprise.

"What?"

"there is an OIC meeting tonight and a meeting between dad and Amir before that. I think we'll get to know then."

Haya hummed, knowing that she would be arguing with her husband in a short while.

"Alright, out. I have to do a lot of research and I have a country to bash so," she snapped her fingers, seeing Yusuf and Illyas leave.

As Aaliyah stood up to do the same, Haya stopped her.

"Where are you going?"

"You told me to leave."

"I didn't. You've barely said a word." Haya noticed, crossing her arms as Aaliyah looked at her with big sad eyes.

"I was worried-"

Haya mumbled a curse in her mouth.

"if another person tells me that they were worried about me, I will honestly kill myself." She stated, as Aaliyah walked towards her.

"What happened?" She didn't want to beat around the bush.

"We had a fight, it's nothing." Aaliyah honestly replied.

"It's clearly something if it's got you so upset." Haya remarked, but Aaliyah shrugged it off.

"I'm fine, Haya. We'll be fine." She assured, causing Haya to nod.

"You better be, Aaliyah. You're literally getting married next month."

@Haya : Both Maraaish and Buredaan stand against the illegal oppression of the Palestinian people. When the issue is Palestine, the world prefers to not see and hear the facts. It's sickening how the media and the western world is covering the genocide in Gaza. It was never a conflict. It was an invasion and a hostile one at that.

"Haya, you tweeted?" It was the first thing out of Amir's mouth when he entered the room and found his wife on the couch, with a bowl of oatmeal in her hand.

"I posted on Instagram, actually." She smartly replied, already expecting Amir's questionnaire.

"I leave you alone after three days for three hours and this is what I come back to?" He asked, causing Haya to swallow the oatmeal and then shoot him a look.

"You really think that you are in a position to argue with me right now?"

Amir shook his head, like she was being unreasonable.

"Do you remember that you promised me that you would at least tell me before saying something controversial?"

Haya narrowed her eyes at him.

"Do you remember that you promised me that you'd never make me cry?"

She shot back, causing him to sigh again.

Typical, typical Haya.

"Haya." He said, like she was just asking for an argument at this point.

"Amir." She replied, using the same tone.

"We still have not given any comment on the entire matter. You didn't just voice out your opinion, you wrote the name of my country as well."

He pointed out, since a member of his team had read each and every word, stressing on the words Maraaish and Buredaan.

"I thought it was our country. After all, you're the one who wanted me to accept Maraaish as my own home land." She said, continuing when she saw the exasperated look on his face.

"And why are you so upset? Please tell me you are not going to take a neutral stand and try to be all about hope and love and peace."

She uttered, putting the bowl on the table as she stood up.

"Haya." When he didn't say no, Haya stood up with wide eyes.

"No, Amir!" She exclaimed, horror evident on her face.

"You talk about God and Faith, you talk about praying, they are literally bombing one of our most religious sites! They're killing innocent people and then acting like they are victims. You do not get to be neutral in this."

She straight up said, more upset than she'd ever been on such issues.

"Haya."

"there will be no respect left in my heart for you if I see you say a single word like conflict. This isn't a conflict and you know it." She stressed, looking at him with angry eyes.

"Haya, stop. Listen."

Amir came forward, sitting down on the couch but Haya didn't sit. She folded her arms against her chest and looked at him, waiting for an answer.

"There was a lot of pressure, you have no idea about the kind of things I have been dealing with for the past 18 hours. While you were asleep on pain meds, I was talking to world leaders."

He told her, adding more.

"I have a meeting with your father in a few hours and then there's an OIC meeting after dinner." Haya already knew that.

"We have never supported oppression and we never will. Okay?"

Haya could simply point out how his country had supported many countries who were blatantly hurting the innocent, but it would open up a whole other world.

"I just don't want you to bash our allies because they are not standing up for the same cause as us. It will hurt the country immensely and you know that."

He stated.

"I don't want to apologize to those hypocrites because we need them as well. I already stood very firm with a few of them and I can't disbalance things any further. Okay?"

So basically he wasn't supporting the disgusting oppressive state? All he wanted was for her to not call out other countries?

She could do that. She could try.

"So you're not going to be all neutral and shit?" She questioned, a pout on her face.

The crown Prince chuckled, squishing her cheeks with his hands.

"No, baby. Never." He assured, nodding.

"You want to go ahead and stand for those people, please do. You want to send aid on your behalf, I am all for it. You want to to take part in interviews and talk about the oppression, be my guest. Just don't bash the countries that are needed by mine. By ours."

He insisted, Haya couldn't help but nod.

"Okay, alright."

"There is another thing that we need to talk about."

When she sat by his side, he looked at her and started to talk again.

"Okay?"

"Eventually I had to fly out by tonight and I was going to ask you to come with me, but now I will be leaving tomorrow morning and I want you to come home with me."

Haya let out an annoyed look, causing him to take a hold of her hand.

"Look, Haya." He started off, and she knew a lecture was on its way.

"I know that my mother had no right to look into your personal life and I am really sorry that she did but we do live in a separate home,"

He murmured, talking again.

"I am not asking you to go to the palace with me, I'm not even going to ask you to meet anyone until you feel good enough in your heart but Maraaish is our home and we need to go back."

He wanted her to go home with him. Everything was alright between them. There was no reason for her to stay here.

"I just don't want to look at her face. She is the one responsible for all of this. I was only trying to defend her daughter and she tried to to ruin our relationship."

Haya grumbled, still not over the vicious woman's attitude.

"And no matter how much she claims to love you, did she not think about how it would affect you if things between us got bad?" She asked the question that he dreaded the most.

He knew he'd never be able to convince her that his mother was a good person.

"How could a mother do that? I live in a home where my parents wont even comment on my relationship and then there is your family, trying to meddle their way in."

She accused, causing him to feel the anger too. Haya always spoke of his family in such a degrading way. He didn't understand why.

"Haya, please don't say a word against my family. They've all treated you with respect."

He responded, causing her to sigh.

"Have they?" She questioned back, he clicked his tongue.

"Yes, they have." Amir insisted.

"And even when they were angry, they remained silent because I told them so. I told you not to visit the palace that day because things were not calm enough. You still chose to do so."

He argued, not in a position where he would let Haya trample all over his family.

"And when my mother told you to not meddle in Suhoor's affairs and just leave it be, you still did." He further added, Haya shot him a look of disbelief.

"Are you really trying to justify what your mother did by by bringing out what I did?" She asked, like she couldn't believe he was actually doing that.

"No. I am simply saying that you can choose not to talk to her, but you cannot disrespect her in front of me."

He responded, shooting her a dismissive glance. 

"You and I will never be on the same page when it comes to this. She disrespected me in front of you and you did not defend me." His wife pointed out in return, Haya looked at her in exasperation.

"You are defending yourself pretty well and I defended you when I felt like I needed to. I talked to my mother in a way that I should have, Haya."

He mentioned, she rolled her eyes.

"Fuck it, Amir. It doesn't matter."

He knew that they would keep on moving around in circles, that they would never be able to reach a conclusion it was better to just let this topic be and let things figure out themselves on their own.

"Let's just go home, Haya. Things will eventually be figured out." He returned back to his initial stance, but his wife wasn't easy to be convinced.

"Why didn't your actual mother call me? Not even once." She asked, crossing her arms again.

"I told her not to, I didn't want her meddling in our affairs. I know how you feel about that." He told her honestly.

"You stopped her?" She enquired in surprise.

"Yes."

"Why, Amir? She was the only one I was counting on to actually talk to me." She stated, Amir shrugged.

"Suhoor also wanted to have a talk with you but I stopped her."

"Again, why?"

Her constant questioning was now becoming bothersome.

"Do you want my family to meddle in your affairs or not, Haya? Make up your mind." He snapped.

"Checking up on someone is not meddling in their affairs." Haya snapped back, her tone angrier than him.

Amir sighed again, but nodded nonetheless.

"Okay, here's what I propose." He read a few ayats in his head, trying to cool himself down.

"We can either fight over calls and video messages or we can argue in person every day and then go to sleep in each other's arms. What do you think?"

He proposed, causing her own heart to melt but she tried to fake a stubborn look.

"I don't know." She sheepishly replied, as he tugged at her.

"Haya, I'm taking you home tomorrow morning. Okay?"

Even though his tone was authority filled, the Princess found herself agreeing with him.

"Okay."

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