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Hey guys, hope you all are well. I'm ready to start finishing the story so this is my little take. Inshallah will finish golden in the next 3,4 chapters.

I'm super super busy with life alhamdullilah so it's really hard to update but believe me I am trying to find some time.

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@Haya : ✨

Haya x amir

Amir huffed out a deep breath, still leaned over his dear wife who was not letting him go. He could feel her sweat, could feel his own hair soaked with sweat and the exhaustion all over them. They had attended a wedding event last night, he had been a witness to his sister's nikah, had shed a tear because his sister was a married woman now.

He had bid her off with a heartfelt embrace, the one that was now going viral everywhere as a picture had been shared on social media somewhere.

Since the other wedding events were supposed to take place in Buredaan, most of everyone had left the same night, including the bride and groom.

He had expected his own wife to leave as well, since she had been absolutely horrible throughout the event. The only time she had a smile on her face was when he would hold her hand and tell her to smile.

Haya was not happy with the marriage and she made sure that everyone could feel her sour mood.

While he couldn't say much to her during the time, he had definitely argued with her in the space of four walls.

Haya had then told him to fuck off, causing him to be angry at her too.

When Amir was about to leave, she felt guilt and apologised.

And then, it led them to where they were right now.

"Baby, let go." He murmured to her, since she was still holding onto him tight.

Today was a busy day for the both of them but mentally at least, he was not at peace. She was sure that she was not at peace either but at least she knew that her brother was surrounded by the people that he loved and people who cared for him immensely. It was not like that for his sister. His 18 year old sister who had not seen much of the world yet and was still married into a new culture and almost a whole new world.

He wanted to share this with Haya but he knew that she would literally just tell him that it was because of his traditions and his family's forceful attitude that his sister was in such a position.

Amir knew that Haya did not like Suhoor. She did not hold a good opinion about her because according to Haya, her brother was the one being trapped. She couldn't understand that it was equally hard for Amir and his family, if not more.

He took a deep breath and recited a few verses to make his heart feel at ease, as his wife let go of him and stretched herself enough for her hand to pick the phone on either side of the table.

He knew she was a little obsessed with her phone so he didn't question it, as his mind was still occupied.

Haya gave a small smile and placed a soft kiss on his shoulder blade, putting her head on it later.

The couple fell quiet for a while and it was only after a short time that it he found her speaking on the phone.

"It's a good thing that you picked up because I can't send people to bang at your door anymore."

Haya said, as her brother had picked up the phone call over the second ring only.

Amir only stared at Haya in confusion, since she had a small frown on her face and was talking on the line.

"How's Suhoor?"

Upon the mention of his sister's name, Amir turned his head in Haya's direction and waited for more. He realized that Haya had actually dialled her brother.

"Where is she?" She gazed at Amir, as she heard the sigh on the other line. She was glad she hadn't put the phone on speaker. Illyas did not say anything and after a dead silence of five to six seconds, she heard Suhoor's Salam on the other line.

Haya swallowed, hearing the shake in the girl's voice. She did not sound happy, which was something that Haya had already expected. Illyas wasn't the kind to promise rainbows and sunshine, especially if he felt like shit himself.

"Hey, how are you?" Haya asked instantly, hearing a meek 'i'm okay' as a response. Haya took a deep breath, since Amir's eyes were on her.

"Okay, that's good. Are you dressed already?" She enquired further, as Suhoor told her that there were already people waiting to dress her up for the day.

Haya hummed, talking more.

"Oh well, enjoy the attention."

She hadn't seen such vulnerability on Amir's face for a family member before. She understood that he was in a hard place. He was trying to be a brother and a Crown Prince at the same time and it wasn't easy.

Haya cleared her throat, taking a deep breath. She entwined her fingers with Amir, gently talking to his sister.

"Suhoor, I know that we don't really get along much but I was just here with your brother and he looked extremely worried about you so I just wanted to call you and tell you that I am here for you." She said, no matter how bitter she felt on the inside.

She wanted to care for what Amir cared for, but at the same time, she was bitter that her brother was struggling because of their traditions, their morals and Suhoor herself.

She didn't want to blame a young girl but Illyas was her blood and he was miserable on the day that he should have been the happiest on.

"if you feel like there's something about my country or my family that you cannot understand, I am one call away." Haya assured, thinking that was the least she could actually do for Suhoor.

Amir's heart warmed as he heard his wife's words, because he knew Haya didn't like his sister much and was still trying to make peace for his sake.

"Before you give it back to Illyas, just talk to Amir. Here."

She handed the phone over to Amir, who took it gratefully from Haya.

"Talk, hm? I'll go take a shower."

She placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, giving the siblings some privacy.

"you're amazing,"

She was just putting some perfume over herself when the Prince arrived, hugging her from behind.

Haya smiled, leaning against him. She gave him a playful glance through the mirror, seeing the expression on his face.

"Well after that beautiful orgasm, I really wanted to give you something back in return." Haya retorted, knowing he would get uncomfortable in just a single moment.

Amir stilled, but kept on holding her by the waist.

"Haya, please have a filter for once." He murmured, shaking his head at his own woman.

She turned around, grabbing a hold of his arm as she did so.

"Amir, I knew you were worried about her and if I was in your place I would have been as well but she is going to be fine." She assured, continuing when she saw the brother in him at conflict.

He didn't want to burden Haya with his worry, since Suhoor had told him she was absolutely doing okay.

"She might not be feeling the way that I did when I married you but she can handle herself, okay?" Amir let out a soft sigh, nodding at his wife.

"She sounded fine, well..as fine as she could have been." He murmured, giving her a dimpled smile.

Haya did not fish for more information, even though she wanted to ask about what Suhoor had told him.

She figured that the more she asked about Suhoor, the more Amir could also ask about Illyas and Haya really didn't have the patience and the correct answers when it came to her older brother.

"We are leaving in a couple of hours, do you have everything you need?"

Her husband questioned, Haya hummed.

"Yes," She instantly said, he cocked an eyebrow.

"Yes?" He repeated, Haya gave him another playful wink.

"I have you. What else do I need?" She shot back, but he knew her too well to believe that.

"The Maraaishi dress that you promised you would be wearing for me?" Amir cross questioned, since he was still not sure if his wife would wear it.

The dress along with the necklace were far more golden than Haya would ever want them to be, but they represented Maraaish and Amir wanted to see Haya in his colors for once.

"Amir, every dress that I wear is for you." Haya replied, since she seemed to be in a proper mood today.

He cocked an eyebrow, not believing her.

"No, baby. Weren't you the one who said and I quote-"

He cleared his throat, as his wife stared at him.

"If I ever dressed for anyone else but myself, I would just kill myself.'

Amir mocked in the most adorable way, she let out a giggle at the mockery.

"astaghfirullah." He quickly added, as it dawned on him that he had repeated something absolutely horrible.

"Don't say it if you're gonna ask for forgiveness right away." Haya murmured, still chuckling at his mockery of her. Only he could say stuff like this and get away with it.

"And, well that might be true, there were a lot of times where I only dressed up for you." She completed, he hummed.

"Like?"

"The time that I arrived here in Maraaish for the first time and wore stockings because they seemed halal enough."

She said with distaste, he remembered her white dress quite well.

"They were nearly not halal enough."

And he remembered how her legs could still be seen and how tight the dress actually was, the curves of her body were visible. He remembered her how he didn't have the audacity to stare in her eyes and he couldn't lower his gaze because of her tight dress. It was a beautifully hard day.

"And the time I managed to change my entire wedding dress for your sake." Haya pointed out, he smiled in gratitude.

He could never, ever forget that.

"I'd always be grateful to you for that."

"No wait, I didn't just do that for you I did that for us." She took back her statement, because she didn't just do it for his sake. She wanted to be happy, that made them happy for that particular time.

"You know..when we are this normal and when we are just talking without any issues or arguments or stress, it just reminds me of the time when we used to talk so much over text messages." Haya told him, because their most conversations these days were so intense that this was the most normal they had talked in a while.

"You used to talk way more on text messages than you ever did in real life."

She added, causing him to grin at her.

"I used to feel shy, and even uncomfortable. Every time I would talk to you, I would feel like you were the home that I had somehow been looking for and then I would feel so guilty for feeling un grateful and talking to a woman like that who was not mine."

He explained, but Haya already knew of that.

"So does all this shit come in your head randomly or does it take time to make it up?" She teased instead, he let out a laugh.

"Do you have to use curse words everytime you're with me or is this just a good way to make your husband mad?" Amir shot back, enjoying the banter himself but also feeling frustrated about Haya's continuous cursing.

He knew that this was an everyday story, they were going through a circle that would probably go on for their entire lives.

They would love and argue and love some more, they would cry and scream and then look at each other with the most tenderly intense gazes, he would smile with his damn dimples and she would swoon, and he would say astaghfirullah and she would laugh. Their lives were complicated and yet so freaking simple.

"Yallah, let's go. Look at the time."

Amir murmured, knowing that there were people waiting for them. Upon the mention of going to her own home, Haya swallowed and suddenly turned serious, something that her man noticed within an instant.

"Alright?"

"Yes." She lied.

"What happened?" Amir enquired, since he could easily see the sudden worry.

"Nothing."

"Haya." He was in a hurry, but with Haya's sudden mood..

"It's like..everything is okay right now and everytime I'm with you I am at peace but whenever I see my best friend, the one person that I used to put before anyone else.. I start feeling like absolute crap and it's not her fault,"

She hesitated, because her words sounded so bitter in her own head but she still needed to say it. This was Amir, he would hear everything.

"I should be so happy for her and I am trying to be so happy but I can't,"

Her lip wobbled, as she took a deep breath seeing the gaze that Amir was looking at her with.

"she has beautiful glow on her face and that beautiful belly and I should take care of her because she deserves to be happy after all of the things that she has faced in her life but I am jealous,"

She admitted, because in front of Amir, she could admit anything and he wouldn't judge her for it.

Haya's problem with people who were religious was the fact that they were judgemental. It was only after meeting Amir that her perception had started to change.

Amir was the epitome of what religion could do to a man. He was kind hearted, he was intelligent, he was caring, loving, respectful, he never judged or hated, he never deceived anyone, he never abused or fought with people, he knew how to treat his elders and the ones younger than him, he didn't look down upon the ones inferior to him, and to top it all up, he did not consider his wife as an accessory or as someone of the inferior gender, he considered Haya his life, half of his soul, his faith, his heart. Haya loved that about him.

She pretended that she hated how uptight she was but in reality, she often thanked God for blessing her with Amir.

Her sins might have been as high as a mountain but God had blessed her with the best. Maybe, it was her father's prayers for her that had brought Amir to her life.

"I am jealous that she got pregnant without even trying to have a baby."

Haya murmured, shaking her head. 

"Is that not messed up?" She questioned her man, who took a deep breath and shook his head as a no.

"the fact that you are acknowledging the way you are feeling and carrying guilt for it, it shows that it's not messed up or awful."

As always, he found the silver lining in something bad.

"it would have been messed up if you were wishing ill on her," he told her, continuing as he held her arm.

"But Haya,"

"Yusuf and Aaliyah are incredible people, they're in the same position as us, they have expectations attached to them just the way we do and you need to be supportive of Aaliyah right now." He advised, looking at his wife as he tried to explain her the side that she wasn't thinking of.

"Haya, we're extremely fortunate that we married for love. The things that we share, the way we are, not every married couple is like that. You need to put your personal hurt aside and be happy for them, no matter how hard it is."

Amir elaborated, making Haya swallow as she thought of all the things she was blessed with that her best friend had been deprived of.

She had a perfect family, an incredible support system and she chose Amir without any drama. It was different for Aaliyah, who had quite literally agreed to marry upon her best friend's insistence.

"They deserve to be parents, it has nothing to do with us at all. It's not a competition."

Amir spoke further as Haya had fallen silent.

"Allah's blessing isn't some race. Our future child is going to be a blessing, whenever that happens."

He squeezed her arm again, making her aware that he was waiting for her response.

"Don't hurt your friend because of the way you feel, Aaliyah deserves better. She needs her friend right now. Okay?"

He raised his eyebrows, Haya let out a slow nod.

"I'm trying, Amir. It's just hard. I feel like I'll burst everything out to her face if I don't ignore her."

"Everytime you feel that way, think how happy they would have been if you were in her place."

He tried again, his wife only leaning onto him for comfort.

"Okay?"

"Yeah," she hummed against his chest, as he rubbed his hand on her back.

"Aaliyah, don't be a dumb idiot. Why are you stressing over uncle Hamad being a jerk to you? He's like that, just complain to Dad."

Aaliyah had been crying over Uncle Hamad's constant pestering to his pregnant daughter. He was a sweet man, a lovely human being but some days, it was hard to understand his bipolar behavior with his own daughter.

"Haya, he's my dad. I just can't go to your father and complain." Aaliyah replied, wiping away the lone tear that had left her eye because she didn't want Yusuf to see her crying.

"Right, that's my job. I'll do it." Haya told her, getting distracted as her eyes fell upon her brother who had just walked back in to his own bedroom.

Sometimes, Haya couldn't believe that the room that she often stormed into without a care in the world now belonged to her best friend just as much as Yusuf. It was weird, but also comforting.

"Yusuf, what are you doing here? Go on your Crown Prince duties. We need some space." She told him, but instead of scowling, her brother only gave a hesitant smile.

In all honesty, Yusuf was actually glad that Haya was coming around. He knew it couldn't have been easy but she was still trying her best, he was happy that she was.

"She wasn't feeling well last night." He pointed towards his wife, as Haya leaned in close to her. 

"You okay?"

"I'm okay." Aaliyah assured, seeing how Yusuf was questioning her next. 

"You'll be fine?"

If there was one thing common between both the siblings, it was the intensity of their gaze. Yusuf and Haya looked very different. While the Prince had taken over his father's looks, Haya resembled the Queen for the the most part. It was only their eyes that confirmed the fact that they shared blood. Their shared look of concern made them resemble even more.

"Go, please." When Aaliyah nodded her head at her man, Haya ushered him out of the room with a shrug.

And then the girls got to talking.

"You know what's the best part about you being pregnant?" Haya said, causing her friend to raise her eyebrows and wait for the answer.

"What?"

"I will at least have some one to not drink alcohol with when everyone is celebrating." She replied, Aaliyah only groaned.

"I miss red wine. I need it."

"But you never even liked it?"

"That is what being pregnant is I guess. You like the stuff you never even liked before."

Aaliyah responded, sitting up straight when they heard the maid enter the room with the quick statement that Queen Beyza was here.

Haya looked at her mother, who frantically entered her son's bedroom and stared at her daughter with wide eyes.

"Haya, everyone is looking for you and you are sitting here gossiping with your sister in law!" She exclaimed, Haya frowned.

"Why?"

"Queen Azeezah wants to see you. She asked about you twice, something about something."

She murmured, Haya got herself out of Aaliyah's bed and threw her mother a confused stare.

"Something about something?" She repeated, not understanding.

"No matter how much Arabic I understand, I can never make out their dialect." Queen Beyza responded, causing Haya to laugh out loud.

It was true.

The dialect of the Maraaishis was extremely thick. The only way Haya could understand Amir's arabic properly was when he spoke slowly and in a more relaxed manner. Their formal dialect was hard to detect and understand. Amir usually made it easy for her, as he could switch between multiple languages.

Still, he had been trying to teach her his dialect, stating that he didn't want his future children's mother to not even understand a basic conversation.

"Amir is giving me classes on that these days," Haya mentioned, huffing as she turned to Aaliyah.

"I will go see what my mother in law wants and you just rest, I will come to you again, yeah?"

"Haya's giving me so much attention, am I dying?" Aaliyah enquired playfully, Haya shook her head.

"No, you are just carrying my nephew or niece in that little pouch and I want to be close." Haya told her genuinely, walking out before Aaliyah could even respond.

In that moment, Aaliyah wholeheartedly prayed for Haya to carry a child too, because she deserved it more than she even knew.

And as it's said, God always listens to the prayers of a pregnant woman.

"You wanted to see me?" Haya entered the room, forgetting to say Salam as she looked at her mother in law.

Before she could correct herself and murmur a soft Salam, her mother in law was already coming towards her with a gentle smile.

"Haya, Salam. The moment you come to your home you just forget about us hmm?"

She teased, Haya only smiled but didn't disagree.

"Exactly,"

She chuckled, waiting for the woman to tell her what the issue was.

"Suhoor is having issues with her clothing and she wanted your opinion, she has been in the room throughout the day and keeps on asking for you."

The Queen informed her daughter in law, and Haya simply frowned because it sounded absolutely confusing and almost shady.

"And she told you?"

"Yes, she won't even let the servants enter. I was worried so I didn't mention this to anyone. I'm sure it's about her clothes but we can't be so sure."

"I'm not her stylist. What would I know?" Haya murmured more to herself than to the Queen who also had worry etched up on her face.

"Nevermind, I'll still go."

"Thank you dear."

Haya reached Illyas' room in the next couple of minutes, all ready to barge in the room without a care. Her steps stilled when she realized that her brother was also a married man now, with need of privacy. Granted, she had barged into Illyas' room and regretted it everytime but this was different now, he shared his personal space with a spouse now.

"Let Princess Suhoor know it's me."

She told the man on the door, who informed Haya that the Prince was already waiting for her.

Haya swallowed, entering the room.

She didn't find anyone in the living room so she walked into the bedroom, frowning at the dead silence.

Her brother was on one corner, his head between his hands.

"Illyas, what's going on?" Haya quickly asked, kneeling next to him as she didn't even look at her sister in law.

It was only when Illyas turned his angered face towards the bed that Haya also managed to turn, seeing Suhoor with tear stained eyes and a frightened face. She was on one corner of the bed, but Haya couldn't stop looking at the bed sheet.

"Suhoor?"

And Haya saw blood on the bedsheet.

@Haya : Condolences to everyone who lost everything to war. Ukraine, Syria, Yemen, Afghanistan, Kashmir, Uighur, and Palestine.

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Here's something I tried to write just to be back in flow, the least I can do is finish this story first and then move towards atsh as well.

Thank you for reading. Hope you all have a good day 😘