CHAPTER 75: 75. HEATED UP

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Writer’s POV:

Believe it or not, two days later, it was Saïda’s dowry day. Preparations were being made on that day

as from the morning. The Queen personally took things into her hands as she considered Saïda as a

daughter and Djafar a brother and friend. The sultan was absent but was going to return right before

Saïda’s engagement ceremony in the next four days.

While Djafar, with the help of the Queen and all servants, rushed about that morning to get things ready

for the future in-laws who would be coming in the afternoon, Saïda was not bothered and was with

Asahd in his room.

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“How do you feel?” Asahd asked with a smile, leaning against a table in his room, his arms folded.

Saïda sat at the centre of his big bed, legs crossed like a little girl.

Unlike the others who’d decided to dress fancy while awaiting the ceremony in the afternoon, Asahd

had worn a simple long sleeve T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Completely indifferent to what was

happening in the palace. Or unhappy about it, rather.

“I don’t know,” she chuckled nervously. “I used to long for this moment so much, you know. But now

things are just so different.”

“Because they’re not right,” the Prince mused and looked out of his window.

After staring at the bright sky for a short while, he turned to her again.

“I’m not pleased with what’s happening,” his tone became serious and his smile had faded completely.

Saïda stared silently at him, swallowing a little.

“I’m not,” he repeated, staring straight at her.

“Asahd, I’m afraid,” she started. “What do you want me to do? I can’t break the engagement. What

valuable reason will I give my father? He’s so happy.”

“Are you?” Asahd asked, still so serious.

“I don’t know, Asahd.”

Asahd scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning and looking out of his large window again.

“Fuck that, Saïda.”

“Asahd I’m doing this for my father. How will he react if I tell him that I can’t marry Noure because I’m in

love with you, too?”

Asahd gave her a side glance.

“Don’t add ′too′ to it. You love me and only me,” he frowned.

“Asahd, I’m not sure of that.”

“In denial again?” he scoffed. “Say what you want but I believe my guts and instincts, Saïda. Facts.”

Saïda stared at her fingers, nervous and tempted to sob. Her feelings for Asahd were strong but she

also felt like she owed Noure a lot and had to please her father who had invested so much in their

relationship.

“Asahd, my father has never been disappointed in me. I– I don’t want to disappoint him now.”

“I’ll talk to him if you want.”

Saïda’s eyes widened and she looked up at the Prince who meant every single word that left his

mouth.

“No! Don’t! You think he’ll understand? Just like me before I fell for you, my father is a diehard follower

of every single rule, tradition and law. You’re a Prince, Asahd. I’m your employee. It is impossible here

in Zagreh.”

“You are the same person who told me sometime back that I could marry Allison, a foreigner. I brought

the traditional rules up and you were the same person who told me that as a Prince, I could insist and

have the nobles have no choice but to accept my choices. You even cited a great grandfather of mine

who married a German woman and they let him. True or nah?” he asked annoyed and frowning at her.

“So don’t come tell me bullshit like what the rules are unshakable or whatsoever, Saïda.”

“Asahd, it’s different with me because–”

“Just shut the fuck up, Saïda,” he cut in rudely and very annoyed now.

He leaned against the window with his eyes shut tight and a heavy lump in his throat. He even thought

he would shed a tear at some point.

“Why are you so damn stubborn, Saïda?!” he lost it and yelled angrily. “Keep trying me, you hear??” he

faced her again. “Get married to Noure and see what I’m made of!”

Saïda shook, swallowing. She didn’t want him angry at her. Saïda’s main problem was her father.

Noure wasn’t even really a thing.

“P– please don’t get angry with me,” she begged and got off the bed, rushing to him and hugging him

tight. He didn’t hug her back at first.

“I’m so sorry, Asahd. Please, don’t be angry with me. I’m begging you,” she begged in a shaky voice. “I

love you, Asahd. Please. Please don’t yell at me. I think so much about my father in this. His honor.

Please, understand me.”

She pressed her face against his chest, hoping he would hug her back. And he did. It was very hard for

him but he was trying to see it from her point of view. He hugged her tight in return and kissed her

head.

“I love you so much,” she muttered in a shaky voice. It warmed his entire being whenever she said that.

It made his days and nights every single time.

“I love you too, sweetheart. I’m sorry if I scared you. I didn’t mean to yell at you,” he said softly and she

slowly looked up at him.

“I know.”

He lowered his head and kissed her chin. Her eyes had some glimmer in them as she looked up at her

tall Prince.

“You missed, Asahd,” she whispered with a little shy smile. He smiled back and lowered his head to

kiss her on the lips this time.

They shared a long and passionate kiss, Saïda melting into his arms. They kissed nonstop until she

broke it, keeping her lips close and brushing softly against his.

“I can’t get over you, Asahd,” she whispered breathlessly, her face reddening.

As she spoke, she slowly raised T-shirt with a hand and ran her fingers over his abs and tummy.

“I can’t control myself when around you. It’s so weird. It’s so wrong. I can’t even recognise myself when

I’m alone with you. I don’t try to fight you back,” she looked up at him. “I’ve never been submissive to

anybody else but my father. Yet, I also am with you.”

“That’s a good thing,” he pecked her a few times on her soft lips.

“No, it’s not,” she whispered, kissing him some more.

“Why?” he kissed her too.

“Because even if I do get married, I’ll always run back to you. I’ll come back for more. What have you

done to me?”

“I’ve done nothing but proven my love and proven to you that you need me just as much. I’m just as

submissive to you, Saïda. Proof is my patience,” he kissed her lips, pulling softly on her bottom lip. “I’ll

make sure you come to me every single time. I’ll make love to you every single day you come to the

palace, whether married to Noure or not.”

“Asahd,” she whispered dreamily, looking up into his eyes. “Please, don’t make me commit adultery.”

“The only time you’ll be committing adultery is the day you sleep with Noure, Saïda,” was his last reply

and he kissed her deeper.

Saïda moaned weakly into his mouth, trailing her fingers down his tummy till she grabbed the exposed

waistband of his boxers as well as his belt.

Carried away, she was going to unbuckle his belt and jeans when there was a sudden knock at his

door.

“Asahd?? Have you seen Saïda??” it was the Queen.

Saïda gasped and stepped away immediately. Both adjusted real fast and Saïda rushed to sit at a

corner of his room, grabbing his schedule book and pretending she was noting things down.

“Yes, mother??” Asahd finally answered, after wiping Saïda’s colored ChapStick off his lips with the

back of his T-shirt. “She’s here. Come in.”

The Queen soon stepped in and smiled at them.

“Yes, my Queen?” Saïda stood and bowed, hoping her cheeks weren’t red anymore.

“I’ve been looking for you my dear, you need to prepare.”

“Yes, my Queen,” Saïda dropped the schedule book and approached the woman.

“Are you okay?” the Queen started, worried. “Your face is flushed. Is it fever?” she touched the girl’s

forehead.

“Just a little heat, your Majesty. I’m fine.”

“Okay then. Your father’s calling you, I’ll join you two in a few.”

“Okay, my Queen,” she curtsied and left immediately.

The Queen turned to her son who smiled a little and leaned against the table.

“You’re not getting ready, my Darling?” she asked.

“Nah, I’m good.”

“In that attire, Asahd?? You need to change for the ceremony.”

“I won’t be attending it, sorry. I have to visit the orphanages today.”

“But Asahd,” the Queen was surprised. “It’s Saïda dowry ceremony. You two are like best friends now.

You should attend it, for her.”

“I already explained it to her, mother. Don’t worry. She understands. I’d promised to go visit those kids a

long time ago. I can’t back out now.”

The Queen was still surprised but eventually gave up.

“Fine, dear. If you say so. I’ll be downstairs.”

“Alright.”

Asahd watched his mother leave and once she was gone, he ran a hand over his face in frustration.

“Dammit.”

***

The dowry ceremony was a beautiful one. Noure had come, accompanied by many of his family

members with his dowry for Saïda. They brought a lot of things. Bags of rice, sugar, flour, almonds,

milk, clothes, spice and much more.

The ceremony was a success as Djafar happily accepted these gifts in request for his daughter’s hand.

He was so happy that she was going to marry into a good family and with an absolute responsible guy

and a gentleman, Noure. Saïda had to keep a smile on throughout though she didn’t mean it. She kept

wondering how Asahd was doing and on the inside, she was endlessly worried.

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At the end, everyone was happy. There was dancing and a feast before the future in-laws finally went

away. Djafar was so happy for his precious daughter. And proud of her as well. Everyone had seen

Saïda smile and look happy. If only they could read her heart.

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Late that night, when everyone had retired to bed but the guards that were in charge of the night watch,

Saïda sneaked out of her room and went upstairs. On getting to Asahd’s entrance, she told the guards

that she had to inform the Prince about something urgent. They let her pass, considering the fact that

she was the Royal adviser.

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She knocked twice and entered. The Prince who was on his bed, sat up.

She rushed to his side immediately and they snuggled up in each other’s arms.

“I wish I could sleep off in your arms,” she whispered, burying her face in his neck and inhaling the

sweet smell.

“I dream of that moment every single time,” he whispered back and lowered his lips to kiss her deep.

Saïda melted, wanting to be no where else but right there.

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Saïda’s POV:

It’d been a day since my dowry and Asahd haunted my thoughts even more.

I was seated in the gardens with the other girls while they chatted. I was completely lost in their midst,

thinking of Asahd and only him. I loved him so much.

’I have to find a way to stop my engagement and wedding to Noure. But how? I can’t call it off myself.′

I bit my thumb as I thought.

′I have to make him call it off! Yes! I have to. I’ll tell him the truth so he calls it off. He will tell no one

about the reason why because he’ll definitely want to keep his head high and maintain his honor! Yes.

I’ll do that.′

I stood abruptly and left the table to the surprise of my friends. I had no time to explain whatsoever.

Next up, Noure’s apartment.

Noure had returned to his own apartment where he had some privacy. It was perfect. I went there and

he happily welcomed me. I wasted no time in telling him that I had something important to confess to

him and so he took me seriously and we sat down to discuss.

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“Yes, my love? What’s wrong?” he asked, worried.

′It’s so hard, but he needs to know.′

“Noure,” my heart had started palpitating. I was nervous and anxious. “I love you.”

“Yes, my dear. I know.”

I took a deep breath.

“But...”

′I’m gonna pass out, help.

-Think of Asahd. You’re helping yourself as well as Noure. You’re helping him so he won’t marry

someone who doesn’t love him just as much anymore. You know it might not work out. It won’t.

Especially with Asahd around.′

“Saïda, what is it?′ he asked, very worried. I swallowed and decided to let it out.

“I’m also in love with someone else. ”

There. I’d said it. Noure froze and frowned a little.

“W– what?”

“I’m– I’m in love with someone else too, Noure,” I felt like I was running out of air. “I couldn’t control my

feelings and it just happened. I’m sorry.”

“Saïda, what are you telling me?!” Noure stood abruptly and I shook. The hurt in his voice was so

evident. Never had he raised his voice at me.

“I– I don’t know how it happened. I tried to deny it but I couldn’t. I’m sorry,” I explained in a shaky voice.

“Saïda, how??” he covered his mouth in disbelief and sat again, his eyes wide. “Who is it? Who is it??′

′The hardest part.′

“Who, Saïda?!” he raised his voice again.

“The Prince. Asahd.”

Writer’s POV:

It hit Noure like a wrecking ball. His head started to spin on the spot as he could hardly believe his

ears.

“W– what?” his voice was low and he was in shock.

“I’m sorry.”

“How did it happen?? When?!”

“New York.”

“Yalah, Saïda!” the shocked young man gasped and stood, running his fingers through his hair. Content held by .

He couldn’t realise what was happening to him.

“D– does he know, this???”

“Yes.”

Noure’s eyes grew wider.

“You told him you loved him?!”

“H– He confessed first.”

She had to let him know.

“WHAT?? He loves you, Saïda?? He confessed first?! Yalah! I am finished!” Noure could grow mad on

the spot and then he frowned and stared at her, “He seduced you, didn’t he?”

Saïda was silent at first.

“Noure, I tried to resist for as long as possible I swear! I couldn’t control my feelings at some point that

were growing without me realising them,” Saïda was scared now. “I’m sorry.”

“That bastard! I have never liked his proud ass! He was pretending to change by becoming your friend

and gaining your favors! Saïda, are you blind?? What has he done to you? That’s why you started

defending him at some point and ignoring my calls??” Noure gasped. “I sensed there was something

not right about him and how close he’d become with you. Oh gawd, what have you done to me?!”

Saïda’s eyes watered and for the first time in a while, her guilt returned.

“I’m so sorry–”

“Saïda, he brainwashed you! You knew of his reputation more than anybody else! How did you fall for

him?!”

“I don’t know how it all started, Noure,” Saïda explained. “I’ve been so confused for long.”

“Oh gawd! I knew he was dangerous,” Noure pulled on his short hair, his head spinning and his anger

almost unbearable. “That son of a bitch!”

Saïda had never heard Noure speak that way. Noure turned furiously and asked:

“Has he done anything to you or with you, Saïda?? Has he?!”

Saïda swallowed.

“We kissed twice,” she lied, afraid of Noure’s sudden appearance and countenance. She’d never seen

such a side of his and was afraid of what he could do.

“You kissed him?! Twice?!” he growled and she shook. “That’s it!

She watched a furious Noure grab his car keys.

“If he thinks he can steal you away from me, he is wrong! I will marry you, Saïda! But first, I’ll show him

what I’m made of!” Noure growled and stormed towards the door. Saïda panicked and immediately

went after him.

“Noure please! Please don’t!” she tried to hold him back but he pushed her back and she fell. Before

she could stand, he’d walked out of the apartment, locking her in. Things hadn’t gone as planned.

Saïda stood and rubbed her forehead in total panic. She was supposed to be afraid of a possible public

scandal but surprisingly, that wasn’t her priority.

′If he dares to hurt, Asahd. If he dares!′

She frowned at the thought, feeling angry.

′I shouldn’t worry. Asahd will probably beat the hell out of him if he tries something stupid.

I don’t want them to fight. Oh gawd. I don’t want Noure to get hurt either, but he’s so furious.

Is this what he’s like, when angry?? Hum!′

She sat down.

′All I hope for is that he doesn’t make it public. The Queen is out, the sultan is absent. Hopefully my

father isn’t around.

Yalah, please let it not be public.′

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