Writer's POV:

That night, after having dinner altogether in Djafar's suite, Saïda and Asahd wished him a good night and returned to theirs.


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"We missed you my darling. Can't wait to see you again." the Queen told her son over the phone.

"I missed you very much too, mother. And I still do. I'm so happy I'll be back with you and my father real soon." Asahd smiled "I have a lot to discuss with you. I'm so glad."


"We are too, over here. I'll ask that your best meals be made for your arrival tomorrow."

"Thank you very much. I'll be needing them." he chuckled "I've lost so much weight momma."


"Oh no, don't tell me that."

"For real. I can almost see my ribs." Asahd mused. No matter how old he was, he remained his mother's baby.

"God forbid. You'll be all plumpy once you return. I'll make sure that happens." she mused.

"You're the best." he smiled to himself, "I love you, mother."

The Queen was silent for a short while. Those were words that Asahd had not said to her or his father in a long while.

"I love you too, my dear. Very much."

Asahd felt warm on the inside, like some other weight had been removed from his shoulders. He thought of only one thing, going back and apologising to his parents face to face, for all the harm he'd caused them. He regretted his past behaviour and wanted to cherish his parents more for as long as they lived.

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Meanwhile...

Saïda had just spoken with her closest friends back in Zagreh. They were all already happy and excited for her return. She too was very happy to be reuniting with them. She'd missed Zagreh so much.

Right after, she called her 'boyfriend', Noure, to let him know. She'd kept the secret from him so far.

"Hello, my love?"

"Hey darling. How are you?" she asked, smiling to herself.

"I'm fine, dear. And even better now that I'm speaking with you."

"Aaaw." she giggled, "Guess what."

"What?"

"I'll be arriving Zagreh tomorrow." she said happily.

"What?? Saïda, are you serious??"

"Yes!" she laughed.

"Yalah! This is amazing! Finally, my darling. I can't wait to finally see you again. I missed you!"

"I missed you too."

"Well, I better start preparing to pay your dowry. I've already bought some things."

"D– dowry?" Saïda frowned a bit.

"Yes. I have to give them to your family, the day I engage you. Don't tell me you've forgotten tradition already." he mused.

"No I haven't. That's great."

"I know right! Soon we'll be married. Wonderful. I can't wait to have you for myself and only myself. Have you carry my name so every one knows that you're forever taken..."

"Wow..." was all Saïda replied. For some reason she ignored, Noure's sentence had scared her a little. "I can't wait too...um. I have to sleep now, love. So I would be fit for tomorrow. Goodnight sweetheart."

"Goodnight, dear. I love you."

"Love you too." she ended and hung up.

She lay on her back and stared at the beautiful and expensive looking ceiling of her suite. It was a big room with everything one could ever ask for. Normal, it wasn't a five star hotel for nothing.

She sat up and grabbed her purse. She opened it and pulled out a little picture of herself and Noure together. It was taken a few weeks before she and her father came to New York with Asahd. She looked so happy on it.



She smiled at the little photograph and then:

'Asahd...'

She thought with a heavy chest. She thought of all that had happened between them for the past days and weeks.

'I should go and see him...'

She dropped the photograph and left her room. Luckily, they were on the same floor and so she just had to walk a few doors down the corridor.

Saïda's POV:

I reached his door and before I could knock, it opened. He appeared on the other side, very surprised to see me. And then he smiled and I rubbed the goosebumps that had started to cover my arms.

"I was coming to see you." he started.

"Guess we had the same idea. But I got here first." I chuckled a little.

"Yeah." he reached out and grabbed my hand, "Come in."

He led me in and closed the door behind us. I went to sit on his bed and he joined me.

"I wanted to speak with you." I started, feeling nervous and avoiding his beautiful eyes.

"Yes?" he replied lowly.

I cleared my throat and took a deep breath.

"We're going back to Zagreh, Asahd. And there is no way what happened between us here, should repeat itself there." I muttered, finally looking up at him.

He was silent for a short while.

"Why?" he finally asked, as casual as ever.

"Are you serious, Asahd?" I nervously rubbed my head, feeling my cheeks burn. "Because as I return, I'll be with Noure. Preparations for our engagement will start and I don't want what happened between us here, to continue there. I won't let it because I owe Noure some respect. You understand?"

Asahd stared at me and I could've sworn that the look in his eyes was that of amusement. I hoped not. I needed him to take what I was saying, seriously.

"But what happened between us, Saïda?" he asked, "To me, what happened is something we can't ignore anymore. Something we both don't wanna forget."

"I want to forget. And I can only do so if you stay away from me, once there. You understand?" I felt so frustrated, "Asahd, I don't understand the sudden influence you have over me. I wish I wasn't this weak around you. But unfortunately, I am. I admit it. I don't know what's happening to me. I try to fight it but immediately you touch me, I feel like all resistance in me is drained."

I explained with hurt in my voice but to my surprise, he smiled a little, clearly amused.

"Asahd, it's not funny. I need you to stay away from me, once there. Please."

He stared, still amused.

"Saïda, I can't promise you that. Sorry not sorry." he finally said.

"Oh gawd..." I buried my face in my palms with mixed feelings of frustration and anxiety.

"I see what's been happening between us as something more serious, Saïda. Not just some stupid fun. It never was a game to me. I actually have sincere and deep feelings for you, Saïda." he said, very serious now.

"No. Don't say that."

"It's a fact. I'm falling more and more for you and there's no way, I'm letting you go."

"Asahd, stop." I stood, feeling even more frustrated. "Asahd we're going back to reality! To our lives! Noure is my future, okay?"

He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Then what am I?" he mused.

"Asahd, you're a Prince! And a very good friend I should've never allowed to touch me in the first place."

"Oh, don't you dare do that to me." he gave me a sarcastic laugh, "Too late to friendzone me. There's no fricken way that I'm gonna sit my ass down and be your friend and nothing else. I'm–" he ran a hand over his face, "– You can't understand. I'm already crazy over you, Saïda. You've made me feel things no other girl has. That's a sign to me. I don't care what you think. You say Noure's your future. I don't believe that shit. I will be your better future, Saïda."

There was a lump in my throat and I almost felt like crying for a second. It seemed I was talking to a wall.

"What the hell do you mean?? Asahd, we're impossible in Zagreh. I have to marry Noure. I want to."

"That's what you think." he mused, staring at his fingernails like he was admiring them.

"Why are you like this?? Can't you understand me??" I cried.

"Can't you understand me, Saïda?" he asked, raising his voice a little and with a hint of hurt in his tone. It surprised me and I was speechless for a while.

"Do I mean that much to you?" I muttered.

"Yes." he replied, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Then prove it."

He looked up at me.

"Asahd, please stay away from me once we get back to Zagreh. Do it for my reputation Asahd, I'm begging you. Do it for my father. Do it for me!" my eyes watered a little.

He was silent for a while and I knew I'd touched him. He stood and approached me.

"Saïda–"

"Asahd, promise." I cut in, wiping my eyes.

"Alright." he caressed my cheek and looked me in the eyes. My heart skipped a beat. I wanted him so bad and it hurt. But I also knew all this would lead us no where and had to end. It was impossible in Zagreh and I had to accept the fact.

"But under one condition."

"What?"

"Let me have you in my arms one last time, tonight. Let me kiss and caress you for the last time." he whispered and tried to kiss me but I stepped back.

"Asahd..." I gasped a little, my heart threatened to burst out of my chest.

"It's either that," his eyes stared into mine like he was going to suck my soul out, "...or you can forget my promise, Saïda."

My heart skipped a beat and I found it hard to breathe. He stepped closer and held my face in his hands. He lowered his head and I let him peck me on the lips.

"P– promise." I muttered.

"I do." he then let his lips down on me again. I let his warm tongue into my mouth and he kissed me deep.

Asahd's POV:

'I'm sorry Saïda. But there's no way I'm keeping that fucken promise. No way. I meant it when I said I would make you mine. And I would.'

I thought as I kissed her deeper, deriving that satisfaction that only she could give me, making me moan into her warm mouth.

'With a kiss, you drive me wild. And you think I'll let you marry the other guy? No way. I'll make you mine. Even if I have to marry you myself.'

I let my hands slide down her back and grab her ass, making her whimper against my lips. There was no way I was going to keep my promise.

I grabbed the back of her knees and carried her, making her wrap her legs around me.

I turned and carefully put her down on the bed, me on top of her. I wanted to make love to her but there was no way she was going to let me.

As we kissed, I sent my hands underneath her T-shirt and unclasped her bra. She gasped and tried to stop me.

"I won't touch them, or see them." I reassured her immediately and kissed her before she could say something else. It was a strapless bra and I pulled it out from underneath her T-shirt. I could now feel her soft buns press against my chest, covered by the thin fabric of her T-shirt.

I kissed my way down to her heaving chest. I could see her nipples print through her T-shirt. I wanted to see them so bad, but couldn't.

My mouth watered and I immediately took her covered right nipple into my mouth. She moaned softly and arched her back a little. I suckled on it. It was so hard and pointed that it made things real easy for me, though covered by her T-shirt. I suckled roughly in it, making her moan continuously. That part of her T-shirt had completely been soaked by my mouth. I even took the covered nipple in between my teeth and pulled a little, making her moan softly and raise her hips, tightening them around my waist.

I let my hand slide down in between her bodies and to the waistband of her skirt and then panties. I raised my head and kissed her again.

I slid my fingers into her panties and parted her soft folds. She gasped against my lips when with my fingers, I rubbed her in between.

I just loved how wet she was for me, every single time.

She moaned softly and raised her hips when I began to stroke her swollen clit. At the same time, I had her other nipple in my mouth. I rubbed her faster and she started to grind against my fingers.

"Ohhh..." she moaned softly.

I kissed her pretty lips.

"Will you come for me? One more time." I kissed her again, "Come for me and moan my name one more time, Saïda."

I rubbed her even faster and her breathing was even more raged. She started to grind faster against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me deep.

I rubbed her even faster and I could feel her become more wet.

"Ahhhh..." she moaned, raising her hips and grinding faster.

"Come..."

"Ohhh! Asahd!" she gasped and arched her back, her head falling back. I kissed the center of her neck an her orgasm hit her. I continued to rub her, feeling my fingers get soaked.

"Asahdddd...yessss ..." she moaned and it was like sweet music.

She quieted down and we kissed deep. I raised my head and looked her in the eyes. She was breathless and her face was flushed.

"Y– you see what you do to me all the time?" she muttered, "I can't control myself around you. Please, Asahd. Stay away from me. Promise me."

I smiled and kissed her forehead.

"I promise."

'My foot!'

Chapte 62 – Welcome Back

Writer's POV:

The next morning, they were all ready and grabbed an Uber. They definitely were very happy to leave that city and go back to their home.

Once at the airport, they did all they had to and sat to wait for their flight.

Djafar went away to answer a call while Saïda went to buy snacks. She was very happy that the day had finally arrived. She returned and Asahd was sitting there, watching her and smiling a little.



Reddening a little, she smiled back and handed him some candy she'd bought.

"Skittles?"

"Sure. Thanks." he took the candy.

"Remember what we spoke of yesterday?" she muttered, to make sure he really was going to keep his promise.

"I only remember what happened after."

Her smile faded and he laughed.

"Please stop. It's not funny. You know I never want to talk about such again. It's over now. I'm sad you don't take me seriously."

"Chill, sweetheart. I was pulling your legs. It's fine. I remember and I haven't changed my mind." Asahd replied with a smile.

"Fine. Thank you." she felt relieved and sat down too.

A few minutes later, their flight was announced and they grabbed their bags.

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During their flight, Asahd was seated with Saïda. While she slept, he would stare and admire her.

'She's so beautiful. On the outside and even more on the inside. She's too good for me.'

He reached out and softly caressed her cheek, careful not to wake her up.

'That's why I want her so much.'

He swallowed and felt a sting in his chest.

'Yet all she cares about is Noure. Noure, Noure, Noure.'

The thought made him scoff out loud.

"I reaaaaaally don't like that guy." he muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Huh? You said something?" Djafar who had the seat right in front of him, turned and asked.

"Oh, no." he chuckled a little, "Don't mind me. I'm thinking out loud."

"Guess all that happiness makes you talk to the air now." Djafar mocked and Asahd laughed a little.

"Back with your teasing Djafar." Asahd mused, "I'm so happy we're going back home."

"Ain't the only one. Finally." the man laughed and put his earphones back on.

Asahd smiled and stared out his window.

"Would you like some champagne, Sir?" a flight attendant asked and the Prince replied.

"Sure. Thank you." he grabbed a glass but then stopped the attendant "Please is there alcohol in this?"

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, thank you but I'd rather some orange juice." he put the glass back and the attendant nodded.

"Right away, sir." and with that, she left.

He looked at a sleeping Saïda again and leaned in to kiss her shoulder. Then he took her hand in his.

Asahd's POV:

After long hours of flight, we finally arrived Casablanca. All three of us could hardly keep the smiles off our faces.

As we left the tunnel and entered the airport, we recognised one of the Royal drivers in his uniform. He had two guards with him and had a cardboard with the words:

-WELCOME PRINCE ASAHD, DJAFAR AND SAÏDA.-

My smile literally grew wider. It seemed like a dream. I was finally in my country.

They spotted us and we went to them. They smiled and welcomed us. I actually hugged all three men who were very surprised and amused.

"I missed all of you! I swear!" I exclaimed happily and everyone laughed.

"We missed you too, your Highness."

The two guards went to get our bags and we left the airport. In front of the building, we had a black limo and another big black car with tinted windows, waiting for us. The limo was empty while the other had another driver in it. He stepped out and bowed to me then welcomed us.

"Thank you!" I mused and Djafar laughed at how happy I was.

The two guards carrying our bags put mine in the limo and Djafar and Saïda's in the jeep.

The main driver entered the limo while one of the guards opened the door for me. It felt all awkward to be back into this life, but I was grateful.

The other guard opened the jeep door for Djafar and Saïda. Djafar went towards it to get in. Saïda was going to do same but I grabbed her hand.

"You're coming with me." I smiled at her and she reddened.

"I want to sit with my father." she replied with a nervous smile.

I'd kind of expected her to say that. I wasn't angry though.

"Alright, sweetheart." I muttered, very tempted to kiss her but I withheld myself from doing so.

She smiled and bowed a little before getting out of my grip.

"I don't want you bowing, Saïda."

"We're back in Zagreh, your Highness." she replied casually and with another smile before rushing to the jeep.

I smiled a little to myself and finally entered the limo.

The guard closed the door and went to sit with the driver at the front while the other guard entered the jeep.

There was a TV in, a mini bar and a fridge.

"I'm really back." I muttered, feeling breathless all of a sudden.

After another road trip, we finally arrived Zagreh at 5pm. I felt goosebumps cover my skin as we made it through the little town. The citizens would whistle and cheer at the car, some shouting and welcoming me. I swallowed, feeling nervous all of a sudden. I was going to be a ruler to these wonderful people real soon. I hoped to be a wonderful sultan like my father was to them. He cared so much for the people and I was afraid I might not be up to the task.

'Breathe.'

I thought and inhaled deeply. Everything would be alright.

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The large gates slowly opened and we drove into the big property, led by the jeep in front of us.

Goosebumps covered my skin when I saw the jeep stop ahead and Djafar as well as Saïda stepped out. There were male servants lined up on the right side of the huge and long stairway, and maids on the other side, in front of the palace's main entrance. They were about fifteen on each side.

"Phew. There's an AC in this, yet I feel like I'm gonna pass out." I murmured to myself, feeling very nervous.

'I've been away from this life for a while, and now it seems all awkward to me. How ironic.'

I hadn't been the center of attraction in a long while. But now, things were different again.

Saïda and Djafar stood at the bottom of the stairs and waited for me. They couldn't enter before me.

The limo pulled up in front of the stairway and I fanned myself with my hand, though there was an AC!

I heard the guard in front get out of the car. Soon he came to my door and opened it. I took a deep breath and stepped out. Djafar and Saïda immediately bowed their heads and so did all the servants and guards around. Goosebumps!

I swallowed and gave Saïda a side glance. She was looking at me and smiled in amusement. I smiled a little and faced my front again.

The maids threw petals on the stairs and I started making my way up the stairway, my heart threatening to burst out of my chest.

There were two guards at the top with trumpets. Immediately I got to the top, they blew into the instruments and I literally shook. They then said in unison:

"Welcome the Heir to the throne! PRINCE ASAHD USAÏD!"

I stepped into the huge hallway and there were more guards and servants. They all bowed.

I walked down the large red carpet while they all smiled at and welcomed me. I smiled back, feeling quite nervous still.

Just then, my parents walked into the room. My smiled widened and they smiled happily. I rushed to them and got on a knee to touch their feet and get their blessings. Then I stood and both hugged me immediately. My eyes watered on the spot.

"My dear son." my father said happily while we hugged tight. My mom wasted no time and started to sob, kissing my face continuously. I actually started shedding tears. I'd missed them so much.

"I missed you." I sobbed, feeling all emotional and very happy.

"We missed you too." they replied with watery eyes and hugged me again.

"I– I have so much to say. So much to apologise for." I muttered, the tears rolling down my cheeks more than I could control. I wiped them but they just poured out.

"We have enough time to talk, my darling. First you need to go rest." my father said.

"Yes. Get some sleep. We'll feast with some family friends tonight to celebrate your return, tonight."

"Okay." I wiped my eyes again.

Just then, Djafar and Saïda walked in and bowed. I moved aside and they touched my parents feet. My parents made them stand immediately and hugged both, happily.

"Thank you for everything." my mother smiled happily at them and they bowed again, happy themselves.

"You must feast with us tonight. You are all welcome."

"Thank you, your Majesty." they replied happily.

"Now you should all go rest. Your rooms have been prepared. Welcome again."

They bowed one more time and excused themselves. As they left, I stared at Saïda. We wouldn't be around each other as often as we used to anymore. It caused a little sting in my chest but it wasn't going to stop me.

"Let's go upstairs." my father said and I followed them.

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I collapsed on my beautiful king bed all covered in satin and silk sheets. I inhaled their sweet smell and enjoyed the feel of the soft, comfy mattress.

"Fuck, I missed you baby." I muffled the words into my bed.

I was finally back in the palace.