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@Haya : waking up to flowers by my loveliest man 💜

Prince Illyas was pissed off on his wedding day. The entire morning had been absolutely pathetic, with him being woken up like was a fucking King. He had yelled at everyone to get the fuck out of his room, thrown two glasses of water on the floor, smashed the lamp on the side and had broken the large screen of his living room.

By the time he reached the dining hall after a cold shower and the help of his favourite hang over medicines, the entire family was already sat on the table..waiting for the groom to arrive.

If it had just been his own family, he probably would have sat and had breakfast with them..but the moment his eyes landed on all the so called brothers of his father and their wives, the fifty something people in the royal dining hall, he turned around and decided to walk away.

The moment he turned on his heel, he bumped into Haya. The only person who was just as late as him.

Illyas gave her a blank look, not even bothering to say hello.

On the other hand, Haya knew that she needed to have a talk with him. She needed him to know that she always had his back. It didn't matter if he had slept with Suhoor or not..she knew it was consensual and she didn't care if he had sealed the deal or not. Her mouth had uttered those words in anger. She never meant them.

"Illyas, good morning." She did not really know what else to say and she knew for sure that he was extremely mad at her.

When her brother did not respond to her greeting and tried to walk in the opposite direction, she held his hand to stop him from moving. Illyas let out a sigh, giving her a blank look.

"I don't want drama early in the morning. I have a lot to do." Her brother told her with another blank expression, pulling his wrist out of her grip.

"It's your wedding day. You really don't have much to do but get ready." Haya replied, crossing her arms againt her chest.

The expression on her face told him exactly what was going to happen. She would not let him leave. She would nag him until he atleast communicated with her.

Illyas let out a soft groan, staring at his younger sister.

"What do you want, Haya?" He enquired, as Haya started to walk towards the garden and gestured him to come along.

Reluctantly, her brother walked by her side.

"I don't know whether you slept with her or not because you have been closed off ever since I made you talk with her over the phone. It doesn't even matter to me."

She explained, trying to tell him that she didn't mean what she had said in the heat of the moment.

The Prince chose to stay quiet, not putting in any words out in response.

"You still don't deserve to marry someone without having a choice and I am so upset that this is happening."

She further added, looking at him.

"Okay." Her brother murmured, Haya clicked her tongue and nudged him with her arm.

"Illyas, come on. You know you can talk to me." She urged, he shrugged like it didn't matter.

"There is nothing to say. Let's just enjoy the fuck fest." He grumbled, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes.

Clearly taking sleeping pills after being mad drunk was not such a good idea. It was miracle that he was even awake and talking to people. Or maybe it was just years of practice.

"Illyas."

Haya said with another tired sigh, causing him to glare at her in frustration.

"What, Haya? You want me to admit that I am miserable? Of course, I am. Is there anything anyone of us can do? No." He snapped.

Haya hated the helplessness in his voice.

"Maybe we can try? Let's talk to dad once." She suggested, even though a part of her knew that it would do them no good.

She had even promised Amir that she would not meddle or interfere.

"Yeah, and how would that go? And how would that impact your marriage?"

He cross questioned, because didn't she go through a whole marriage crisis just a few months ago? Not to mention, she was already under enough pressure.

Haya let out a slow nod, seeing the frustrated expression on her brother's face.

"You remember that you said that if my relationship is dependent on you or anyone else then there is a big question on what kind of relationship I have? Amir and I are stronger than this."

She assured, even though she knew deep within her heart that if she created any mess when it came to Suhoor's marriage, Amir would not forgive her. He was highly protective of his sister, he wouldn't understand Haya's argument this time.

But then, Illyas was her brother too. If Amir was protective about Suhoor, she was just as protective about her sibling. Why was he suffering and being forced into the marriage?

Haya knew damn well that Suhoor didn't feel forced at all. She looked way too excited to leave stupid Maraaish just a few days ago.

"I was a fucking idiot to say that, Haya. And you're an idiot for thinking like this." Illyas snapped her out of her thoughts by calling her out, she clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"Right now, the only thing I can do is get through this day and get married. You, Suhoor and Buredaan deserve this from me."

He further said, his sister swallowed and stared at him.

He wasn't just marrying Suhoor because his father had asked him to or because he had slept with her. He was marrying her so her reputation would remain intact, he was marrying her so the terms between Buredaan and Maraaish wouldn't turn sour, he was marrying her because his sister loved Amir more than life and it would kill her to lose him.

If only he could go back in time, if only he could not reply to the first message he had received.

"I wish I could have done something to make it better." Haya murmured, Illyas let out a dry chuckle.

If he was being honest, he had expected his sister to atleast blow up once but she had kept her calm so far. Maybe because she was also scared to tarnish her relationship.

"I did not want you to scheme and plot this time. It's alright." He responded, Haya shook her head.

"I just feel bad. You remember how hard we fought for Yusuf? We needed to fight back harder this time." She told him, he shrugged.

"It was different during that time. It's different now."

"Maybe I can talk to Dad?"

Illyas rolled his eyes at the suggestion. Their father had been extremely vary of all his children, not giving them enough space to even try and convince him to not let this marriage go on.

He only talked about work with Yusuf, always made up an excuse when Haya would go to him and she was sure that Illyas and the King were hardly on talking terms.

Shahid was the only one being treated as an actual son.

After her conversation with her father when she came to know of Aaliyah's pregnancy and the way he had let her just stay quiet and feel the peace in his presence, she didn't think he would avoid her now.

They had such an intense conversation that day, ending up in Haya actually feeling way better than she had expected.

"No, you don't have to. We don't need to. It's alright." Illyas denied, his sister's frustration was more evident than ever.

The brother and sister duo remained silent for a while, with Illyas holding onto the cup of traditional Buredaani coffee that got served to him a few moments ago.

After a few sips, he felt the words slip out of his mouth.

"She's young, Haya. She has little to no understanding of who I am, and then seeing the way Nikki-nevermind. I have to go see her too."

He stopped talking in between, and his sister understood. Since when had Illyas shared his feelings properly?

"What are you going to say to her?" Haya questioned right away, finding him silent as he sipped on the coffee again.

"Illyas, I just wish that you would at least share." Her brother cracked half a smile, giving the cup of coffee to the servant nearby as he held his sister's shoulder in a tight grip.

"I am so sure that I share the most with you." He told her, letting go of his grip as Haya waited for him to say something more

"Now please get the fuck out of my face, I have shit to do." He cursed.

"Then fuck off yourself." Haya replied in a sweet mocking tone, causing the man to just shake his head and walk away.

"Have you seen Illyas? He didn't come down for breakfast?" It was her mother who she had found in the large hallway, coming towards her.

Haya let out a nod, since she had just finished talking with her brother a while ago.

"He left to see his friends. Why?"

"He still has not selected the suit he is going to be wearing. I narrowed it down to three options but he needs to choose one."

Out of all the things she had expected to come out of her mother's mouth, this one was not it.

"And is that really the most important thing on your mind right now?" She enquired in disappointment, her mother sighed.

"What do you want me to say?" The Queen enquired instead, shaking her head at Haya because she looked so disappointed in her mother.

What her daughter didn't know was that she had already argued with the King himself, letting him know how unfair she thought the decision was. At the same time, the woman understood the complexity of the situation and King Abdullah's extreme measures to make sure that the wedding would go on.

"this is not how I expected to marry my son off but this is happening. I cannot go against your father's wishes and," she explained, taking a deep breath because she felt guilty herself.

If only she had made Illyas realise the how crucial things could get. She didn't know that her son was not approaching Suhoor because he wanted to marry her or settle down. She always figured that since the girl was a Princess herself, Illyas wanted to pursue her with a proper proposal. She had been naive and disinterested, only realising the reality once the truth burst out itself.

"Your brother caused this himself. I just thought he was harmlessly flirting with the girl or intending to marry her and I never in a million years expected him to just have sex with her and move on,"

The way the Queen let the words out of her mouth, Haya felt the need to defend her brother. Every single person sounded like Illyas was some sex starved animal who had sex with a girl without her consent.

If that had been the reality, Haya would have literally stood against her own brother and hated him till the end of times, even if it hurt her.

"And what if he didn't have sex with her?" Haya enquired, crossing her arms.

"We all know him, Haya. He would have turned the world upside down if he had not done this." Her mother replied, adding more when Haya looked anything but convinced.

"He cannot be forced to do something unless he knows that it's the right thing to do." She stated, Haya clicked her tongue because the Queen's words made so much sense.

Illyas had never told her whether he had sex with Suhoor or not. He hadn't told her that he did and he also never told her that he didn't.

"I just hope that Shahid's marriage isn't as stressful as compared to all of you." The Queen murmured in distaste, her expression tightening.

Although her mother's face was mostly tightened, courtesy of the so called dermatological treatments.

"Mine wasn't stressful?" Haya asked, because her wedding had actually been extremely beautiful. She took pride in that.

"I was giving my crazy daughter away to the most narrow minded people on earth, people who literally can't even differentiate between religion and culture. You really think I was not stressed?!"

The Queen burst out, Haya frowned.

She had never heard her mother sound so pissed off and angered.

"Is that how you view them?"

Her mother let out a soft sigh, regretting the outburst in front of Haya whose every sentence started with bloody Maraaish.

"I don't have any respect for the people there anymore. Amir is the only one I adore with all of my heart."

She still told her daughter the truth. She held her daughter's arm and gestured her to sit in front of her as she tried to elaborate a little more.

"You have made so many mistakes in life, Haya. You have done things that are so questionable at times and they still hurt me,"

she was talking about the pregnancy, and then the abortion, or maybe about the banker she slept with who had turned out to be married, or the man she thought she loved who had blackmailed them for money using her pictures, or maybe the drunken fights with the woman at three in the morning..there were just too many incidents.

"but I would have never in a million years thought of marrying you off just because you made a mistake with another man." She elaborated, not understanding how parents could force their children and mark a totally unhappy life for them.

"Imagine if I would have asked you to marry every man you had slept with," she pointed out, causing Haya to raise an eyebrow.

She cleared her throat and nodded, understanding where her mother was coming from.

"And then your father would just not listen to me when I told him to at least try and delay this." She further confessed, her voice cracking up as she went on to say more.

"You are your father's favourite but Illyas has always been mine. The light in his eyes is not there anymore and it hurts me but I am helpless and so are you."

The Queen mentioned, tearing up. When Haya only stared at her mother's helplessness, she swallowed. She hadn't expected this. She had just expected that she'd argue with the woman and feel better because she had atleast tried to stop the wedding. In reality, she felt worse now.

"Is that what you wanted me to admit??" Queen Beyza asked her daughter, bitterly sniffing.

"My child is suffering because of a mistake he made but all I can do is hope that he can find happiness within his marriage." The Queen wiped her tears away, waiting for Haya to say something.

Haya only stood up from her seat and wrapped her arms around her mother shoulder, in somewhat of a half hug.

She put her chin on her mother's perfectly set hair, letting out a soft sigh.

"You are so annoying at times but then you say all these things and I don't know whether to hug you or cry with you." Haya murmured, hearing a groan.

"You can start with respecting your mother first and not call me annoying." She advised, Haya let out a soft chuckle and let go of her mother, standing in front of her.

"But you are annoying," she pointed out, the woman only shook her head.

"Try to raise four kids and handle a man like your father, you would turn annoying as well." Haya heard her mother say in response, she chuckled.

"Dad's literally the best husband you could have asked for. He always lies and says you look the same as you did on the first day he met you,"

If there was anything that the Queen hated, it was the fact that she was aging slowly. During her time, she had been declared one of the most beautiful women in the country. Now with time, her beauty was not the same and Haya poking fun was the last thing she wanted to hear. It was only the King who had made her realise that aging was also beautiful in its own way.

"Where would you find a husband like that?" Haya asked, seeing her mother's frown.

On the contrary, Amir always called her beautiful but also teased her when she gained a little weight or when she wore something he didn't approve of.

Before the Queen could say anything, they heard Aaliyah's greeting towards both the woman as she walked towards Haya and her mother in law.

"Aaliyah, you didn't eat breakfast properly. Are you feeling alright?" Queen Beyza enquired, causing Aaliyah to hum.

"Yes, I'm okay. Yusuf just left to greet a few people and asked me to accompany him. I'll eat later on." She replied, turning towards Haya.

Ever since her pregnancy, there was an unspoken distance between Haya and her. She didn't like that, and due to her hormones, she had even cried twice.

She knew Haya's emotions and understood them well. She understood that it was hard but Haya never even shared how she was feeling about all if it. Why couldn't she share it with the one person who would understand without any judgement?

She felt like while she was gaining a child, she was losing her best friend.

"Haya, you want to join?" She offered, hoping that Haya would come and she would be able to talk to her.

Haya only smiled at Aaliyah and shook her head.

She pulled out her phone, sending her man a picture that she had taken earlier in the morning today.

Haya.
How is it that men ignore their wives even when they look like this?

"Haya?" Aaliyah asked, gaining back Haya's attention.

"No, I have to talk to dad and I have a couple more things to do. You go." She ushered, causing Aaliyah to nod slowly.

"I just wish he would do it alone. I am not a people's person." She further added, causing Haya to let out a dry chuckle.

"I know so many people who would disagree." She retorted, her best friend was just about to respond but Haya felt her phone ring in her hand as she looked down for a moment and excused herself quickly.

"Amir, where the fuck have you been?!" She exclaimed out loud, causing both Aaliyah and the Queen to shake their heads in sync, as Haya walked away from them.

"I called you yesterday as well." Haya added, greeting him in her own way.

"Good morning to you too, Haya. For once, can you not curse while greeting your man?" Amir questioned back in his own way, as his wife hummed on the line.

"Fine, how are you?"

"Alhamdullilah. I'm alright, especially now that I've seen your face in the picture you just sent me. Did you get the flowers?"

"Yes, I did. I even posted them on Instagram." Haya replied, still grumpy that he had been busy enough to not call for two whole days.

I could never be too busy for you love.

She absolutely wanted to mock him.

But then yet again, he had made it up by sending the flowers. How could she ever be mad at him then?

"How is everything over there? Fine I hope?"

"Everything's alright. We just had breakfast. Why?"

"Just wanted to check up, love. Nothing else."

"Really?" Haya cocked an eyebrow, knowing that this was not the only reason he had asked that question.

"Yes, and I also wanted to make sure that you were not talking your brother out of the commitment he has made."

Amir further confessed, causing Haya to let out a dry chuckle.

Been there, done that. She wanted to say.

"You really don't have any faith in me. Do you?" Haya retorted with a question of her own instead.

"I have my ultimate trust in you, Haya. I just know you well. You can't help yourself." Amir stated, because he knew that Haya would have already talked to atleast Illyas out of all the people in her family, despite her assurances.

"My brother knows what he is doing, Amir. Don't you worry." Haya put him at ease, as the Prince hummed on the other line.

"Okay, good. I'll see you tonight then."

He was just about to hang up the call, something that made her frown. She didn't expect him to just call and ask about everyone's health and then hang up. What the hell?

"That's it? You didn't call to check up on me at all, you just called to make sure I wasn't scheming. The moment you find out it's all good, you're gonna hang up?"

She questioned him in surprise, since she hadn't seen him in over a week now and she really missed his face. They were both so busy, especially him that apart from a few minutes before bed, they couldn't talk much.

"Haya, are we really going to act like an engaged couple so desperate to talk to one another all the time?" Amir enquired, Haya felt her mouth part at the question.

"Amir, are you really going to act like a typical man who loses interest just because he got the girl no one else could?"

The Princess shot back at him. Amir only smiled as he heard her reply. He was so occupied and busy, but he always had her in his heart and head. She already knew that, did she not?

"You really think I could ever lose interest in you?" Amir asked her, continuing just so he could tease her and turn the conversation around.

"On the contrary, I have a feeling you don't love me the same." He teased, causing Haya to sigh.

"Yes, that's true. I find you quite annoying and less charming now." She knew what he was doing, so she gave an appropriate answer.

"I'm incredibly hurt and about to complain to God about you." Amir told her, causing her to mock gasp over the line.

He could literally imagine the playful eyes and the smile on her face.

"So that's what you do these days? Those hours after Fajr, you're complaining to God about me?" She enquired, since he had been spending some extra minutes and sometimes even hours.

Whenever he would come back to bed, he would feel more at ease and at peace.

For a moment, the Crown Prince was extremely silent. He didn't say anything and Haya felt like she had asked a touchy question.

"Haya." He breathed over the phone, she inhaled a sharp breath because she understood what he was praying for as well.

"Amir."

"You know what I pray for, right?" He asked, just to confirm that both of them had the same thoughts or not.

"I know." Haya answered, causing him to hum.

He spoke to a few people in the background, the old arabic dialect returning as Haya waited over the line.

After a couple of seconds, she heard his voice directed at her again.

"I'll call you later, okay? I really am occupied."

"Okay."

He was just about to hang up but she felt like she needed to say a bit more.

"Hey Amir?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you even more than I did before," Haya stated, hoping that she had made his dimples appear as much as they could possibly show.

"I know, baby. I do too."

Amir replied, trying to hide the blush that covered his cheeks as he had just called his wife baby in front of his three brothers.

@RoyalArchives : Princess Haya at the Royal wedding ceremony of Prince Illyas today.

Haya entered the hall in a royal blue gown, the one that made her collar bones on display. She looked beautiful but when her brother Yusuf laid his eyes on her, he only frowned.

"Does Amir know what you're wearing?" He questioned, seeing the naked shoulders and the smug smile on his sister's face.

"Does Aaliyah know that you're such a judgemental prick?" Haya shot back, rolling her eyes.

"Tone down the rudeness, Haya. It's enough."

His voice was low and would even sound scary to some, but to his sister, she managed to roll her eyes yet again.

"I wasn't supposed to wear this dress initially but then I was like, the least I can do to piss his father off is wear a dress like this." Haya pointed towards herself, chuckling out loud.

"And what about your husband who will have to be answerable?" His brother enquired, causing Haya to click her tongue at all of the questions.

"I already told Amir I was feeling rebellious. He said he'll handle." Haya responded, Yusuf nodded.

Crown Prince Amir was highly respected and loved, but he was also called intimidating and dominating at times. Since he was about to rule a powerful country, not everyone had the guts or the resources to question him or make him succumb to their demands. No one, but Haya.

His sister had made him so love struck that she would do the most outrageous things because she knew Amir would handle it.

"Isn't he handling you a little bit too much these days? I really don't understand your spell on him." Yusuf shot back, causing Haya to frown this time.

To them, Amir was absolutely listening to everything without demanding anything from her. It was far from the truth.

"He's an angel but he's not literally an angel. We bargained." Haya stated.

Before Yusuf could question any further, Aaliyah entered the hall with a smile on her lips.

"Who bargained?" She repeated, looking at both Yusuf and Haya.

"Amir and I." Haya murmured, her best friend only shrugged since she was used to listening to all of the endless stories.

"So what did you bargain this time?"

"I wear this dress here and to make it up I'll have to wear Maraaish's traditional dress. I don't even mind that, those clothes are gorgeous. It's a win win." She told them, Yusuf raised his eye in surprise.

"That's it?" He couldn't believe Haya could convince the Prince so easily.

"Well, there was also a cut on the right leg but Amir said, only shoulders." She grumbled, still remembering the twenty minute long argument before she gave up and told him she would get the cut fixed.

"You're mad, Haya. I don't know how he deals with you." Yusuf shook his head, disappointing reeking from his tone.

"The same way my best friend deals with you, brother." Haya shot back, smiling at her brother Shahid who had just entered as well.

"Hey.." he greeted, nodding at his brother as he stood by Haya's side.

"I think we all should atleast go and visit Illyas before everyone arrives. He needs us today." He suggested, causing Haya to hum in agreement.

"Shahid's right. He's probably drunk off his ass by this point." She said with a soft grumble and a worried heart.

She really hoped Shahid's marriage would never be so dull and complicated. Both of her other brothers had faced their due share of complications.

"We'll have to hurry up, I really don't have the time." Yusuf said, as he gestured Aaliyah to walk along as well.

"We get it, Yusuf. You're a Crown Prince. Just please think like a brother when you're with Illyas."

She told him, shaking her head at him again. Sometimes, it was extremely annoying that he kept his duty over family at all times.

All of them walked towards Illyas' room, hearing voices from the inside already.

"Are his friends ever not with him?" Aaliyah questioned Haya, who just shrugged and entered without a thought.

As she entered, her eyes fell on all three of Illyas' closest friends. His friend Alesandro was fixing his shirt, instead of the thousands of people who would have been happy to do the same for the Prince, Alesandro's girlfriend was spraying some cologne over him while the popstar was on one side of the room, leaned against the wall as she stared at Illyas and he stared back.

When they heard the commotion and saw his siblings enter, Alesandro stepped back along with his girl.

"Hey, we were just leaving actually." He said, nodding at all of them and gesturing the girls to come along.

When Haya looked at the singer her brother was so smitten with, she almost felt pity.

Just like them, the girl had the world at her feet but it still didn't matter. She was still hurting.

"If you three are here to give me a bloody lecture again, I really am not in the mood." Illyas said with a snap the moment the door closed.

"We're not here for that. We just want you to know that we're here for you." Shahid stepped in, causing his brother to look up and glare at him with red eyes.

"Telling me something I already know? Thanks fucking much, Shahid."

It wasn't just the way he had snapped at Shahid, it was the way that Shahid was the last person who deserved to be talked to in such a manner.

Haya knew her brother was extremely upset but she couldn't take anyone insulting Shahid, let alone Illyas.

"Your eyes are fucking red and there's not even a glass of alcohol around this time. Your girlfriend or whoever she is just left the room with tearful eyes so it's not hard to guess what happened, Illyas."

Haya said, crossing her arms against her chest and staring at Illyas.

"Don't be an ass to Shahid just because you didn't get the girl." She further added, shaking her head when she realised that her words had been too strong for someone who was hurting.

She walked close to her brother..

"And don't be mean because you're hurt. I don't know what will happen next and I know you don't either but,"

She put a hand on his arm, continuing.

"Life is so fucked up that it shows you the most fucked up ways to be happy too." She told him, as she felt Yusuf come up from behind too.

"And I know that you didn't intend on marrying her but maybe she will turn out to be the best thing to have ever happened to you." He said out loud, causing Illyas to chuckle in slight sarcasm.

"Like you and Aaliyah?" He guessed.

Yusuf stared at his wife for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, much better than us." He assured.

As Illyas nodded and looked in the mirror one more time, Haya came to stand beside him and nudged him by the shoulder.

"And I promise that if you're not happy at some point, I'll fuck those Maraaishis up." She murmured with a smirk, Illyas let out another small chuckle.

"You wouldn't be my sister if you don't do that. I think you started already."
He said, referring to her dress.

Haya only shrugged, pushing him forward.

"Come on brother, let's get you married now."

@BBCNews : Princess Haya of Buredaan, wife to the Crown Prince of Maraaish has decided to auction three hundred dresses and exquisite jewellery to help with the Yemen Crisis. The clothes will be auctioned at a charity event conducted in Buredaan, her home country, tonight.

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