I slowly opened my eyes as i heard the beautiful voice of Azan. I adjusted my eyesight as the room was still dark but what i met was the hardcore muscled chest and the warm breathing against my face. I instantly felt myself stiffened against his chest, blinking my eyes to waver off the shock, i loosened my hold on his naked waist and looked upwards at him.

He was sleeping peacefully, his front bangs were shadowing his forehead till his eyelashes which were over shadowing his cheeks. His even and soft breathing was flattering my heart away. His one arm was under my neck and the other one was softly placed on my waist. His hold wasn't tight but extremely soft as if he just wanted me to be safe in his embrace. It felt so pure yet a seed of guilt was sowed in my heart.

Ya Allah! I am sorry. I know i am at fault, please forgive me.

Mr. Hamdaani isn't at fault because i know myself, surely i am the one to hug him in my embrace. I just can't sleep peacefully without having someone in my embrace. I should've held a bolster. Why i am so stupid?Ughh!!

Taking a deep breath, i softly placed his arm from my waist to his waist but my attempt was futile because as soon as i held his arm, his aquamarine eyes opened to stare right at me. He didn't uttered a single word but his warm sleepy look was replaced by his hard stare.

"It's........" I trailed off at his morning deep, husky voice making my heart to skip a beat but i frowned at his words "Don't you dare to blame me, it was you who hugged me" When did i blamed him, i was going to apologize but he just have to open his mouth but anyways, it was my fault.

I nodded my head at him averting my eyes down and mumbled "Sorry" As i was free from his embrace, i calmly sat up straight hanging my legs by the bed and backing him i uttered as calmly as i can "It's fajr time so please wake up" Saying this i walked straight towards the washroom with an internal sigh. I know that his face must be scrunched up and he will not offer the prayer but there is still hope for everything right?

There definitely will a day when he will offer the prayer himself. Insha'Allah!

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Do I really have to wear this? This was the very first thought which came to my mind. I was looking at the dark maroon colored silk saree, there was stone work on the borders of saree which was giving a beautiful look to the it. It was specially handed to me by Mr. Hamdaani, not only the saree, but heels and jewelry also. I sighed and picking up the saree i walked in the washroom.

I must say the classes arranged by Mr. Hamdaani helped alot because i had never wore a saree in my life before but the people Mr. Hamdaani arranged for me teached me alot and very perfectly.

I wore the saree and after pinning it up, i wore the jewellery set given by Mr. Hamdaani which was a cluster ruby necklace with a ring and earrings. Applying a very light base foundation, i applied a heavy coating of mascara and lastly applied the moisturiser on my arms and dark red matt lipstick.

Turning to look myself in the full length mirror, a big smile appeared on my face. The blouse was sleeveless and no doubt the dark maroon colour of saree was doing justice to my fair skin tone. My hairs were wet, a little damp as i took a bath some time ago. My flawless clear skin was enhanced by the foundation and the heavy coated mascara and dark red lipstick was giving me a bold look.

Smiling to myself, i blow-dried my hairs, wore my red heels and lastly looking myself in the mirror and satisfied with my look, i walked downstairs.

As soon as i walked downstairs, i saw Zimal and Jaan were waiting for me anxiously talking with Mrs. Khalid while Zaroon was reading a book sitting on the sofa "How am i looking cutie pies"? I asked them swirling infront of them and when i turned to look at them, their mouths were hang open even Zaroon's also.

I was looking at them with furrowed eyebrows when i heard the footsteps of someone, averting my eyes from the kids, i turned to look infront "Everything should be ready by the time........" Mr. Hamdaani was ordering someone on the phone in his usual stern and threatening voice but the second his eyes met mine, his words died down.

The hall went extremely silent and my frown deepened at this. Why are everyone looking at me like that? I am sure, i wasn't looking ugly right? Without breaking the eye contact with me, he cutted off the phone call with the other person and started stepping towards me.

Unconsciously i stepped backwards but stopped myself to step back when i met his hard glare but my hold on the loose end of saree got tightened. Just as i thought, he was going to compliment me, he uttered the most stupid words "Why are wearing a dark red lipstick"? Seriously this man!
"Remove it" He added and i passed him my best glare loosening my hold on the saree.

Before i would've refused him, Zimal's soft yet loud scream made us come out of our staring session "No! Momma is looking very pretty, she will not remove it" Her tone was unarguable.

Before Mr. Hamdaani could've said anything, we heard Mrs. Khalid's voice "She is looking so beautiful, some boys are surely going to die today" my lips automatically curled up in a smile and a soft blush was formed on my cheeks. Shyly i averted my eyes from her to met his expressionless yet clenched jaw. His hands were also in a tight fist but as soon as he saw me looking at his hands, he placed them behind his back and straightened up averting his eyes from me.

"We are getting late" uttering sternly, he walked towards Zaroon and stood infront of him. Zaroon averted his eyes from me to look at him "We are leaving, do look after Zimal and Ramish" Mr. Hamdaani said so sternly and seriously as if he wasn't talking to a child but an adult. I really wanted to face palm myself. Zaroon nodded his head in equal seriousness and Mr. Hamdaani ruffled his hairs still standing there. Zaroon first frowned then slowly stood up on the sofa before hugging him.

A big smile appeared on my lips. Breaking the hug Mr. Hamdaani patted his shoulder before walking towards us more like towards Zimal and Jaan.

Mr. Hamdaani picked up Zimal and said softly in comparison to Zaroon "We are leaving but you know you can call me anytime. We will be back soon. Take care of yourself my little princess" Zimal nodded her head with a smile but anyone could tell she was sad. She placed a kiss on each side of his cheeks and for the first time, i saw Mr. Hamdaani's smile and MashaAllah! It was very beautiful. It felt like a cold breeze in hot summers and unknowingly my heart rate accelerated.

Kissing her both cheeks also, he placed her back on the floor and turned towards Jaan. He sat on his knees infront of Jaan and uttered softly like he talked with Zimal "Take care of yourself and don't worry about her, she will be safe with me" An unknown peace washed over me at his words. Mr. Hamdaani was a little hesitant but still placed a kiss on his cheek. Ruffling his hairs he stood up and nodding his head at Mrs. Khalid, he walked out saying sternly "I will be waiting in the car"

With a stupid smile on my face, i stared at him until he was out of my sight. I turned towards Mrs. Khalid and she was giving me a teasing smile. Shooking my head smilingly i hugged her and kissing Zimal and Jaan i uttered softly "Take care of yourselves. We will be back with many gifts. Love you my sweethearts" They nodded their heads cutely and i walked towards Zaroon "Good Bye my Bunny. Take care of yourself too. Love you too my sweetheart" i kissed his cheeks and surprisingly he didn't jerked himself away. Waving my hands at them i walked out to see many cars in a row.

There were a total of 10 cars and as soon as Uncle Rehmat saw me, he opened the door for me in a respectful manner and passed a smile towards me. I reciprocated his smile before a unique small stamp on the car caught my attention. I have seen it somewhere but i just couldn't pinpoint where.

Shooking my head at my unusual thoughts, i sat in the car "Partition" Mr. Hamdaani said looking straight towards uncle Rehmat. He nodded and instantly a partition appeared between us and uncle Rehmat. I sighed thinking that the journey is going to be boring because Mr. Hamdaani isn't going to initiate any talk.

"At least tell me where are we going Mr. Hamdaani"? Turning towards me, he was as usual expressionless but his gaze was deepening with each passing second. I don't know why he can make me feel like no other person with just his one single gaze.

Not with a single blink he said somewhat in a soft tone which was quite surprising for me because he never spoked politely with me "Yuhaan! Call me Yuhaan and you will know when we will be there. Just know you shouldn't behave weak infront of them and keep your head high" I nodded my head because i know, the reason he married me is surely related to where we are going.

"Do i have to wear these types of clothes there too"? I asked pointing towards my saree. He replied me in his rough husky voice but still there was a hint of politeness in his tone "No! But your wardrobe is already settled and designed there, so you will have to manage" I again nodded my head at him and averted my eyes to look outside the window. Ignoring his intense gaze in me, i let myself lost in the beauty of nature.

The soft touch of breeze against my face was refreshing and soulful that unintentional a smile got tugged on my lips.

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As soon as we entered a estate of Junagadh, the beautiful mountains and cold wind invited me open handed, the fresh fragrance of soil entered my nostrils to refresh my soul and greenery of this beautiful place beautified everything around itself.
It was like a village but was very well developed, not like the other villages. MashaAllah! What a beautiful place.

But what i felt different and confusing was the behaviour of people around us, I don't know why they were behaving oddly because as soon as they saw our cars, they bowed theirs heads to 90 degrees and will not head up till the cars were out of their sights.

I was going to ask Mr. Hamdaani when i gasped in surprise because our cars entered the big gates of a palace. Not a mansion but a freaking palace! Every damn person in the palace was bowing their heads down except some people standing infront of a gate which seemed like a main gate of the palace.

Mr. Hamdaani knocked on the partition and the door slid down "Don't let anyone to open her door" Rehmat uncle nodded his head before a partition again appeared.

"Mr. Hamdaani you are...."? I trailed off as he cutted me off in between "Call me Yuhaan. No one can know our marriage is fake. These people you are seeing are all fake relatives of mine so don't let them to be at your neck. Be confident in yourself"

I nodded at him but my question was still unanswered so i again asked "You are..."? I saw him taking a deep sigh before making a proper eye contact with me and uttered in a most powerful and authoritative voice "Unfortunately i am a direct heir left to be the king. Right now i am a crowned prince of this estate and this time i am here for the crowning ceremony for me to be officially announced as the king"

I felt my oxygen was sucked out of my body at his reply "If you are here to be the king then what the hell i am doing here"? He stared at me for a good 10 seconds before replying sternly "A King always needs his Queen" maybe it was a mere sentence for him but i felt my heart floated away.

Ya Allah! Do stay with us and keep your blessings on us always Ameen Sumameen.

"Don't get nervous seeing them and don't let them to overpower you to be wary and fearful of them but make them fearful of you" As soon as he finished the car stopped right infront of people. Unfortunately my side of car was facing them. Thank God the windows of the car were closed. There were several house helpers standing side by side on distance of 5 foots and were holding plates of flowers but their heads were bowed respectfully.

"Don't worry they can't see in the car as the glass used for these cars in one way glass" i mumbled a small "Okay!" And the door of Mr. Hamdaani's side was opened by one of his body guard and other bodyguards stood side by side surrounding the whole car.

Mr. Hamdaani walked to my side of car ignoring every breathing soul here. He elegantly opened the door for me and forwarded his hand towards me.

He told me to pretend to be in a happy marriage but the smile on my lips right now was a genuine one. I softly placed my hand in his hand which he grasped in a light yet firm grip. I gracefully placed my one foot outside and ever so slowly i stood straight infront of him. Passing him a polite smile i mumbled a thank you in a whisper like tone.

"Greetings to our lord" i heard a loud uproar around us and looked around to see everyone bowing their heads to 90 degrees except some people infront of us. But my attention was back to Mr. Hamdaani as his dangerous threatening voice boomed in the palace "Am i alone? Where is your greetings for your empress"? As he uttered, his hold tightened around my hand and unknowingly a sparkle of proudness passed through my eyes.

"The insolence be pardoned our lord. Greetings to our Queen and lady of the palace" I nodded my head at them. I really wanted to console everyone here because everyone were shivering in fear but the training i got was not to speak unless important. Now i realized the classes of etiquettes, dancing, table manners and what not wasn't at all simple. I was trained to be a Royalty and i still can't believe i am married to a freaking Royalty.

I know everything is temporary, i am not his real wife but still it doesn't change the fact that i am the wife of soon to be the king of Junagadh. Now i remembered where i saw the stamp. It was all over the news, Pakistan's one of the richest royal family. The influence wasn't just limited to the country but it was world wide famous royals.

Leaving my hand, he slid his left hand on my slightly bare waist pulling me closer towards him. Although i stiffened under his touch but my expressions were still neutral and a smile was still playing on my lips.

He walked straight towards them, they slightly bowed their heads greeting us but their smile was so fake that i had seen it from afar "Greetings our lord and our empress" There were total of 3 aunties in their 40s and 3 uncles in their 50s. There were total of 10 youngsters everyone seemed okay to me except the two. A man seemed the same age as Mr. Hamdaani and the girl seemed 1 year younger than the boy.

The girl was no doubt beautiful and elegant. Bright eyes, sharp nose and long hairs. She was passing shy yet seductive looks to Mr. Hamdaani from the second we arrived here but was brutally ignored by him. A chuckle left my mouth at this thought but i instantly sobered up, straightened my back and held my head high. Everyone passed me a disgusting look which i totally ignored, only Mr. Hamdaani turned to look at me with a warm gaze.

The man was handsome, blonde hairs, sharp features and black eyes. He was continually passing me sly looks and at my chuckle a smirk was formed on his lips. He wanna play let's play "Why are you smirking kid? Is something the matter"? At the word kid, his smirk was wiped off and my smile widened in satisfaction.

"Eyes down Shaheen or else the next time i will pull your eyes out" The second Mr. Hamdaani threatened he downed his eyes but the smirk was again formed on his lips.

"Will you not introduce us to your bride our lord"? One of the Aunty asked in a most sugary voice and the answer Mr. Hamdaani gave made me wanted to laugh out aloud but i controlled myself.

"No! We would like to be in our chamber «Room» Will meet at dinner"