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Alot of amir and Haya and family drama too, hope y'all like it. Happy Sunday :))

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"Haya, what are you wearing?"

She rolled her eyes at the greeting that he had thrown in her direction the moment he entered the room.

She had been sitting by the pool, actually enjoying the weather in Maraaish for once. It was the kind of weather where the warmth actually made you feel good.

After checking the time, she had realised she was going to be late for the lunch at the Palace.

If she was being honest, she was almost scared about talking to Amir. He had left for an important conference an hour ago in an urgency, giving her the opportunity to actually think about Illyas and her decision to visit the states.

She didn't want to lie to Amir but telling him the truth would only make things worse.

Even sitting in the sun and sketching hadn't made her feel any better.

Haya had quite literally just entered the room and was only checking a few messages on her phone when Amir entered too, thinking that his wife was all dressed up already.

He was so naive sometimes, it was both cute and annoying.

"Atleast change the words at this point, Amir. I'm so tired of you asking me the same every damn time."

Haya responded the same way, turning around.

"Alright. Haya, are you really going to the Palace in these clothes?" He questioned again, causing her to groan.

If there was one thing that annoyed her about Amir, it was the fact that he always looked at her clothes and questioned her about them. She knew she could wear whatever she wanted but she also wanted to wear the kind of clothes that wouldn't make him uncomfortable among people.

"At this point I feel like women should see these statements by men as big red flags and run away." She shot back at his question, a chuckle escaped the Prince's mouth and he walked over to her.

"Really?" He asked, crossing his arms against his chest and staring at her.

"Yes. Or else they'd get stuck with such men." She gestured towards him, sticking out her tongue for exaggeration and Amir neared her with a shake of his head.

"Such men who love their wives alot and also have to manage the whole country? Hmm..something to think about." He teased, taking a hold of her palm.

Haya shivered slightly when his beard grazed her palm and he placed a soft kiss, smiling at her.

"Actually, I needed to talk to you about something."

She slowly said, knowing that even kissing Amir at this point would lead to a quick session in bed and she wouldn't be able to talk to him.

They were already not on time, they had to reach the Palace and now Haya had to tell him that she couldn't even go.

"Is it important?" Amir enquired, taking off his watch and replacing it with the other one.

"Kind of, yeah." She murmured, looking at the eager expression on his face.

"Can we talk on the way? You're still not ready obviously-" He gestured towards her outfit.

"and our Uncles are going to be at the dinner. Father's going to tell the family about Illyas and Suhoor tonight."

Since their families were supposed to officially meet in two days, it was the perfect opportunity to inform the close relatives about the new match. Everyone had started to pretend that it was normal, the forced marriage, the pressure, all of it.

It was so fake, Haya wanted to barf.

"I'm quite sure we are already late for the lunch. Mother wanted to discuss a few things with you before everyone showed up."

She already knew her mother in law had a lecture saved up for her. Everyone had this idea in their head that Haya was going to try and sabotage the wedding.

She almost wanted to live up to their expectations.

"I won't be able to go with you." She clearly said, seeing his expression go from eager to blank.

"Excuse me?"

"I need to go to states right away." Haya announced, swallowing when she saw the concern on his face first.

"Is everything okay?" She nodded slowly, staring at him.

"It's my brother's birthday tomorrow and I want to be there for him."

Amir already knew it was the Prince's birthday tomorrow. The Palace had already prepared a gift as a gesture of a new relationship and they were eager to send it tomorrow.

He just didn't know that Illyas was not present in his own country. Again.

"Illyas? He is in the US?"

Haya hummed, trying to look anywhere but in his eyes. She focused on his beard.

"He's stuck in a business deal and we always spend his birthday together." She lied, as Amir let out a small dry chuckle.

There was obviously more to the story. He wished he hadn't promised his sister that he wouldn't try to get information on Illyas. He had even got a check done on Haya before marriage, someone he had trusted without even a thought.

Suhoor had asked him for just one thing and he didn't want to not honor that.

"I find it hard to believe that Prince Illyas would spend his birthday with his baby sister. It's not possible." Amir replied, knowing that Haya was not telling him the entire story.

"Are you calling me a liar?" Haya shot back, Amir didn't say yes or no.

"Tell me the truth, Haya." He insisted, putting his hand on her shoulder.

Haya let out a sigh.

How to tell the truth without telling the truth?

"Look, whenever something stressful is dumped upon him..he takes solace in his work and shuts everything else. I want to meet him and wish him. I want to talk to him."

He wanted to ask his wife if she was calling his sister something stressful. He wanted to ask why her brother was so stressed when he had knowingly slept with his sister? When he knew the consequences of it?

At the same time, he did not want to argue with his wife again. His wife, who had let go of alot of things lately. His wife, who had gone through a miscarriage and then put the idea of adopting a child away, all because it would make things difficult for him.

"Haya, you talking to your brother is what worries me the most. Instead of explaining things to people, you try to get them all riled up." He gently said, but the frown on her face still appeared.

"What are you trying to say?"

"I don't think you should go." He declared, she huffed.

"I'm not seeking your permission, Amir." She retorted, looking at him.

"I am your husband. I have a right on you and I don't think the timing is okay. Besides, you're my wife and you need to be at dinner tonight." He further added, insisting that she stay back.

Her family was going to visit this week. She could wait. Couldn't she?

"I'm also a sister and I need to be with my brother." She stated, he clicked his tongue.

"Why do you always have to make things so complicated?" Amir looked at the time, it was already three.

"I'm not making anything complicated, Amir. Is it so hard to just understand?" Haya questioned, hoping that this wouldn't lead to another argument.

She hated arguing with him..

"The moment you heard about Suhoor, you couldn't breathe until you went and saw her. Don't I deserve the same?" She continued, seeing how Amir shook his head.

"You saw your brother last week, Haya. The bomb dropped when you were with your brother." He pointed out, reminding her of the previous week.

"Amir, I am going, okay?" She stubbornly said, Amir shook his head again.

"Haya, you're not. Khalas. End of story."

He was in the dressing room, changing his shirt when his wife stormed in, kicking at the shoes placed on the floor.

"And I'm the one making it complicated? Look, I'll take one day and I will be right back. I'll go to the Palace then." She argued, causing him to sigh.

He buttoned his shirt, glancing at her at the same time.

"Haya, it's just not about Illyas. There's a protocol we have to follow and you know that. There's security checks, all of this needs to be pre planned atleast two weeks before. You can't just take off."

He told her, spraying himself with his favourite oud while she stood behind him.

"You're a Prince, get it done."

She snapped her fingers, feeling herself get angry at this point. Amir turned around, the expression on his face melted her heart.

He looked tired, so tired.

"I only have this much patience." He said, but it wasn't out of anger this time, it was out of vulnerability.

She placed a kiss on the side of his mouth, inhaling the strong scent that came from the perfume he had just sprayed on.

"And now?" She whispered, Amir let out a sigh.

He placed a kiss on her cheek too, his hand going around her waist. He held her close but didn't say the words she wanted to hear.

"The answer is still no, Haya. Not right now. You can call him, I don't care." Haya tried to move back, but her husband's hold didn't let her.

"Amir, Illyas is in a tough position right now and he needs to be around family. Try to understand." She tried, putting her hand on his jaw this time.

"Then the Prince should not have left his country in the first place."

"It's about his business!" Haya exclaimed, but Amir wasn't the man who could be fooled easily.

"It's not and you know it." He responded, breaking her free of his hold.

Haya took a deep breath and sat on the sofa placed in the middle, putting her hands on her face and closing her eyes.

Amir combed his hair meanwhile, then put some lotion on his hands and even checked his phone once or twice, all the while seeing Haya sitting there in frustration.

He knew he couldn't stop her, couldn't convince her to stay and even if he did, she would nag for an eternity about it.

Haya felt his hand on her head, as he played with her hair, while she still didn't look up.

"Fine, okay." He gave up, shaking his head.

"You go and visit your brother but promise me something."

"What?" She mumbled, slowly removing her hands and looking up at him.

"Promise me that you won't come in the way of their marriage. Promise me you won't end up trying to ruin it because it will only end up affecting our own." His thumb was around her jaw, as she parted her lips to speak.

"Is our relationship that fragile that it would be impacted by my brother's marriage?"

She used the same words that Illyas had used on her once, Amir murmured a simple no.

"No, it's not. Our marriage is very strong Haya but if my wife tries to sabotage my sister's marriage, it is going to hurt me immensly."

He stated, hoping that she would understand.

Haya stood up.

"Despite knowing that this marriage is forced, unplanned and almost scripted at this point?" She questioned, he nodded.

"Yes, Haya." He said, continuing.

"They dug their own graves, both of them. He should have thought of the consequences before coming near my sister and Suhoor should have thought about the impact it would have on her before committing such a foul act."

He added, wishing that she would promise him, wishing that he wouldn't feel embarassed or disappointed in front of his own family, who were already expecting something like this.

"Amir, I can't promise you that I won't speak up against something that I feel isn't right." She told him honestly, he looked at her like he expected this but also, he didn't.

"Even when you know it will end up affecting us? Even then, Haya?" He questioned in surprise, she took a hold of his hand.

"He's my blood, Amir."

"And you're a part of me, Haya."

Amir shot back at her, she took another deep breath.

"It's like..you're asking me to choose or something." She let her thought out, he didn't think he was.

"I'm not. I would never do that to you but I want you to let this happen, I want you to just let them be. I can't do anything about this and neither can you." He explained, adding more.

"Your father has already made it clear that he doesn't want any interferences, so has mine. Whatever you do, it won't just impact our relationship but also your relationship with your parents, mine too."

Haya only listened to him, his words made sense but how could she let Illyas be forced like this? It wasn't fair. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

"I can't promise you that I won't stir anything but I can promise you that everytime I think about my brother, I'll think of your sister as well." She said instead, choosing her words careful.

"And your ideology of what's right for my sister is another thing which concerns me." Amir shot back, she smacked his chest lightly.

"Fuck off, Amir. Seriously? Enough now! This isn't some shitty intervention!" She cursed, and Amir just turned around in utter disappointment.

Again?

"What have I told you about cursing at me? Again? Haya? Again?"

She felt guilty instantly, because she had really tried to not say stuff like this to him anymore.

"Astaghfirullah. A little respect would not do you any harm.."

She didn't understand why he thought that if she said words like fuck, it meant that she didn't respect the other person. Amir was the only one she respected with her whole heart in bloody Maraaish. The entire country was so fucked up at times. All the progress that she had made for actually liking the country, it had gone downhill after the Suhoor incident.

"I'm sorry." Haya apologized, hugging him from behind.

"Dimples, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." She said, putting her cheek against his back.

"Yes, you did." He murmured, trying to break free.

Haya groaned, turning him around.

"Look here, I love you. I really fucking do, okay? I won't let anything affect us." She assured him, Amir gave her a blank look.

"Say it without cursing please." He added, she let out a soft ugh.

"I really love you, Amir. You're my family and I won't ever do something intentionally to hurt you or us. Okay?"

She framed her words clearly, causing a small dimple on the man's cheek.

"Okay, baby. Thank you." He smiled, nodding.

"That's it?"

She was expecting a kiss, a few beautiful words and some intense looks. What was thank you?

Amir let out a laugh, placing his hand on her cheek.

"I love you, I'll have to make up an excuse at the Palace and now I also need to send you to the states. What more do I need to do?"

Haya puckered her lips in response. Amir simply smiled and placed a kiss on her lips.

"They're right. You have me wrapped around your little finger."

He referred to the words his family often used on him.

Haya only let out a laugh, pushing his face away.

"Princess? Salam alaykum this is such a pleasant surprise. I don't think the Prince knows you're here. I'll go and info-"

Abdul, the most trusted man in Illyas's team clearly looked shocked to see Haya. There were around ten people standing right in front of the house that apparently Illyas was coped up in, a place that Haya had only been able to learn of through Yusuf's constant help.

Haya glared at him, since the man had not told the truth to Haya herself and or responded honestly to some of the messages. Even when Haya had been the one to send them. He was loyal, but how fucking crazy loyal was he?

"Abdul, shut up. How many calls have you lied to me on? You don't have any shame? I know you're loyal to him but lying like that?" Haya wanted to yell but he had been with Illyas for so long, had covered up for him and even her for so long, she couldn't do it.

"I'm sorry, Princess. You know how the Prince is. He didn't want anyone to-"

"Whose house is this?" She questioned instead, because according to Yusuf, it wasn't Alesandro's place or even the singer's.

"What?"

"It's not his, it's located in the typical hollywood area and I know Alesandro's place. It's the singer's house?" Abdul shook his head, staring at her.

"Princess, please. Give me a moment, I'll inform the Prince right away." She lifted her finger and shook her head at him.

"No need, it won't be the first time I'll catch my brother screwing a girl." She mumbled, gesturing her own security to stay back.

"Sorry, Princess Haya. Please," they tried to let her atleast inform the Prince but Haya was filled with anger and they were too afraid to say anything.

"All of you stay here, no one comes inside." She instructed, entering the house as her heels clicked against the marble floor.

"Illyas! Show me your fucking face you bloody asshole!" She yelled out, like she wasn't a Princess married to a Crown Prince of another country.

She walked from the foyer to the area that was lit, finding none other than Alesandro Bashar in front of her. At one point in her life, she had actually found his absolutely sexy and wanted to date him. Illyas had burnt that bridge like anything.

"Uh Hello."

"No time for chit chat, Alesandro. Where's my brother?" Haya replied, causing him to gesture towards the left.

"Come inside."

"Illyas! Illyas!" Haya yelled out again, finally catching sight of her brother, with his head on a girl's lap.

Of course. The singer.

"Illyas, please. This will help the hangover." She was trying to push a green smoothie towards him when they heard Haya's voice call out Illyas again. He clicked his tongue, as Illyas slowly got up and looking up at Haya.

"Nothing can cure my sister shouting my name from miles away." He replied, taking only a sip of the smoothie and pushing it back.

"I know you're having mid life crisis but being a drunk fuck will not help."

Haya stated, looking at him.

He looked absolutely homeless. His face was oily, his eyes were red, his hair was ruffled and he was wearing a shirt that made him look worse.

"Ask her! Is she happy with those fucking Maraaishis? They're crazy people. I can't survive them."

He burst out, and Haya understood that all of his friends knew what was going on.

"You're not the one who will have to adjust, dear brother. She's gonna come and live with you, unless you're finally admitting that there's a pretty little girl inside you."

Haya retorted, because she just couldn't help it. Illyas stood up from the sofa with a deep sigh, not even surprised that Haya had found him and even visited him. She was mad like that.

"Haya. Stop it." He mumbled, still grateful that she had shown up but hating the fact that she had shown up.

"I swear Illyas if you weren't older, I'd have smacked you by now." She told him, pulling him into a hug anyway.

He looked and smelled worse, but Haya didn't care.

"You had me so worried, God." She smacked his back slightly, Illyas pulled away from the hug and she saw the red nose in an instant.

"You reek of booze. And drugs. Drugs? Illyas!" She didn't care and hit his arm this time, he only turned around and sat back on the sofa.

"Whatever, Haya. You already know Nikki, Sandro, Rumi,"

He pointed towards the three, who looked worried and awkward at the same time..

With Illyas, it felt normal. He was just like them but Haya had this aura which intimidated people at times.

"Can you get him to shower?" It was the first time she had even looked in Nikki's direction properly.

She nodded, turning her head towards Illyas.

"Okay, yeah. Come on."

Slowly Illyas got up and Nikki took him upstairs, Haya looked at the woman next to Alesandro, not really recognizing her.

"I'm Haya. I don't think we've met."

"I'm Rumi. I came to the wedding but you were occupied. It's nice to meet you." She nodded, sitting down with an expression that spoke volumes.

"Do you want something? Tea, coffee? Are you allowed to eat from us like normal people?" Haya couldn't help but chuckle, nodding.

"My brother was asleep on your couch on a normal person's lap. I won't mind a coffee." She replied, even though she had been conscious about this alot at one point in her life.

"Okay."

"Just don't poison it please." She only joked, but Rumi still nodded seriously and walked away.

"Is he okay?" She questioned Alesandro, who was sitting on the couch adjacent to her.

"With Illyas you can never tell. He did bail on two business meetings so I'm guessing no." He responded, causing her to nod.

"So you decided that drugs would be a good thing for my brother?"

Haya appeared intimidating but Alesandro had been around them long enough to feel that way.

"I am not the prince with unlimited resources and intimidation." He shot back, Haya only nodded like it was a fact and went back to waiting for Illyas.

"Drink." She handed the coffee that was made for her to Illyas, who still looked like shit but atleast he smelled better.

When her brother sat by her side and took the first sip like nothing else mattered, Haya let out a small sigh. His nonchalant attitude all of a sudden was frustrating.

"Illyas, we can't solve this problem without you atleast pretending to be interested." She said, looking up at Nikki who still had her hair wet.

Haya might have told her to get him to shower but she knew something more had happened. Illyas looked more calm and careless, she looked almost sad.

"What problem?" Illyas asked back, causing Haya to click her tongue.

"For fuck's sake!" She exclaimed in frustration, looking up at the three of his friends who were just standing there because they didn't know whether to take part in the conversation or just leave.

"Can we have some privacy?" Haya asked, looking at them.

They quickly nodded, getting out of the room as if they'd been waiting to do so.

"When will you stop being a bitch to my friends?" Illyas asked the moment his friends left, she rolled her eyes.

"When will you stop acting like a selfish prick and not run away for once?" She retorted, he took another sip.

"Why are you here?"

"Look, we can talk shit to each other all day but I don't have time and neither do you. You have not been home for more than a week now and dad wants you back." Haya started off, looking at him.

"Yusuf is handling the situation as well as he can and so is your team but at the end of the day, everyone is answerable to dad. Don't make it difficult for the people around you."

She murmured, he stared at her in exasperation.

"I am making it difficult? how would you feel if someone dropped a bomb on you that you have to marry someone without your choice?"

He questioned, she shook her head.

"So instead of running away you should face it."

"Facing it won't do shit, Haya. I cannot possibly tell him that I will not marry and expect him to not react. He explicitly told me that he is going to take everything away including my title if I refuse to marry Suhoor."

Haya knew her father had said the same to all of them but she just didn't understand the seriousness of it until the words came out of Illyas himself.

They all loved their titles, they loved the respect, love and power that came with it but for Illyas, he had used his title to embrace his passion, he loved it more than all of them. His business, it made him who he was.

"I never thought that dad would be a black mailer." Illyas murmured, she shrugged.

"Did you sleep with her? For real?" She questioned what Illyas had been avoiding all along.

"I need to speak to her." He replied, she chuckled.

"You can't." She said, because even she hadn't been able to talk to Suhoor so far. Her phone was not with her and Amir's family, she didn't want to deal with them right now.

"But you can." He looked at her, and she knew what he meant.

"No, Illyas. You don't know that family. The even took away her phone and I cannot call his fake mother right now. She hates me and I wouldn't mind strangling her either." Haya responded, Illyas hummed.

"Call Najma then. I have to talk to her, Haya. Najma might be willing to help."

Haya didn't want to deal with Najma either. She was friendly and respectful but she was very different and would probably snitch on her in just a minute.

"You can't talk to her, Illyas."

"Please, Haya. Have I asked you for something before?"

"Yes, you have. A million times." Haya retorted, he groaned.

"This is really important to me, please, call Najma." He said, causing Haya to slowly let out a nod.

She knew it would be around fajr in Maraaish, and Amir's mother would be up atleast. She just didn't think Suhoor would be around right now.

"No, I'm gonna call Amir's mother. She's okay." Haya replied, still willing to give it a try.

"I'll try and get her on the phone if she's awake, don't take more than 5 to 10 minutes because they will notice."

Haya told him, hushing him as she called her mother in law directly. Even then, she heard an unfamiliar voice on the line first.

"Hello? Hey, is Queen Azeezah there?"

"Yes, hello Princess Haya. She's right here."

"Haya, assalam alaykum. Why weren't you at the Palace?" Her mother in law questioned straight away, causing her to swallow.

"Hello, how are you?"

"I'm sorry. I'm better, thanks to God. I just prayed with my daughters. How are you?"

So Suhoor and Najma were around then? Good.

"I am fine as well. I will definitely be coming by soon, I just needed to leave the country for a day. Amir didn't tell you?"

She really didn't know what Amir had said. He hardly lied to his family but she didn't know if he made an excuse or just told them the truth.

"Yes, he did. However, it was hard to explain to the entire family that Princess Haya couldn't be there for such an important day." Haya rolled her eyes, Illyas smacking her arm as she heard her mother in law go on and on.

"I know. I wouldn't have gone if it weren't important. I'll visit soon, I assure you. Is Suhoor around? I want to congratulate her."

She lied, earning a delightful hum in return.

"Yes, she is. She's right here. Suhoor, it's your sister in-law."

The phone got passed to Suhoor, who greeted Haya softly on the line.

"Salam, Haya. How are you?" She sounded cautious on the line.

"Good. Can we talk in private?" Suhoor didn't know what was going on but she still made an excuse and started walking in the garden, trying to act non chalant as she walked away from the family.

"Of course, just a minute."

Her eyes caught a hold of her brother, who was making dua on the other side of the garden. Suhoor stood on the further end, hoping Amir would pray for a little longer.

"Yes, Haya? I can't speak for long, my brother is literally a few feet away from me. You know how he can read my face."

Haya frowned, since she didn't know Amir had stayed at the Palace.

Still, she nodded and spoke over the line.

"Suhoor, I have someone with me who wants to speak with you. Is Amir at a good distance? Can you talk?"

Suhoor understood then, she swallowed and nodded even though Haya couldn't see her.

"Yes, but not for long."

"I understand." Haya handed the phone to Illyas.

"Five minutes. I'm outside." She announced, walking out of the room.

"So that's it? You won't come back with him?" She was on the line with Aaliyah as she got out of the car, ready for her interview with the wall street journal.

"I can't. If Illyas and I reach Maraaish together, everyone's going to know that I went for him." Haya replied, ignoring the few hellos as she straight up went and sat in her suite.

As far as she knew, everything was prepared already.

"Illyas already left a while ago, he'll probably be in Buredaan by the evening."

"Was he alright?"

"No, I don't know. He talked to Suhoor and then told me yes, he had slept with her. I can never tell if he's lying or being honest. Then he met the singer and told me he was ready to go home. That's it." She talked slowly over the call, remembering the way he hadn't even celebrated his birthday after that.

"Ouch. Was she alright?"

"The only thing I saw was her giving him a hug and bidding him off. Even if they did talk, it wasn't in front of me."

She replied, causing Aaliyah to hum in return.

"Yusuf was relieved when you called. Atleast something is going right there. He even arranged something for Illyas but I'm not sure how that's going to turn out."

It felt weird, how they had gone from discussing college and boys and alcohol to actual, real life problems.

"And my question still is, is everything okay? With you and him?"

"Yes, it is." Aaliyah replied monotonously, but both of them knew she was clearly lying.

"Lying skank." Haya said but didn't push her.

"You give your interview now. I will see you in Maraaish tomorrow."

"Wait, you're coming too?"

"Yusuf said I should come too, it'll look good. Shahid is the only one not coming, he says he does not like the idea of a forced marriage and won't participate."

Haya smiled, knowing that Shahid was exactly this kind of person.

"He's never been pretentious, we know that. I'll see you then, yeah?"

"Okay, bye."

Once Haya looked like she was done with her phone call, the host walked towards her and introduced himself.

"Princess Haya, it's such an honor to have you here. We're really happy you agreed to do this."

"Thank you,"

If Amir hadn't already sent her the questions and bargained with her over the call, she wouldn't have even agreed to do it.

He thought it would be a good image builder for Maraaish, since the UN was coming up soon. Haya thought it was just as fake as Suhoor and Illyas' so called marriage.

Haya.
Why did you stay at the palace and not tell me?

Amir.
Am I your husband or you're mine? I'm not supposed to be the answerable one, love.

Haya.
🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

Amir.
😘❤️

Haya.
I'm coming back, as per my promise I'll visit the Palace first 🙄

Amir.
Interview with the wallstreet journal first, you'll get the details in a while. It can be a good image booster with the UN coming up.

Haya.
You mean you want me to talk about women empowerment since your women's football team isn't being allowed to play the internationals and the world's in chaos about it? Hmm?

Amir.
Haya. Enough. Do it..

Haya.
Amir. Stop it. They have every right to represent their country on a bigger stage. Stop being a ****

Amir.
What am I supposed to do with this ****?

Haya.
Consider it my love 😒😒

Amir.
Don't say anything disrespectful about Maraaish and wear something modest.

Haya.
-and announce that Maraaish will be sending it's girls to the international games and Prince Amir will even see them off at the airport.

Amir.
Haya, there's alot of stakes involved in this. You can't.

Haya.
I can and I will or else I won't do the interview.

Amir.
Not everything is my decision. The sports committee made it and I don't want to argue on it.

Haya.
The sports committee are a bunch of misogynists who can't see women succeed. Let young girls achieve their dreams.

Haya.
I'll be on my best behavior but let them go.

Amir.
Fine, announce it. I'll handle.

Haya.
That's my husband ❤️

Amir.
I just rolled my eyes at you, wanted to let you know.

Haya.
It's okay, I still love you 😘

Amir.
Might sound cliche but your face makes everything better, even the things you get me worked up about.

Haya.
You're going to get so much sex when I come back

Amir.
You mean you are going to?

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