"Amaro love, when are we going back to Dubai?" she asked while they were seated on the couch overlooking the Eiffel Tower. "I missed the palace and I want to go home now." she continued and wrapped her arm around Amaro's waist. She missed the queen and king and their life in the palace. The place where Amaro wooed her. That's the place where the man who was now her husband showed her that she's loved and cherished. "Home" Amaro quoted the word, he took note the way Kashmir said the word. In the past, Kashmir never had mentioned the palace as home. "Why did you say the palace was your home?" he was curious as to what she would answer him. Kashmir turned on her side, propped up on her elbow on the backrest, hand supporting her head. "The palace is our home because that's the place most of our memories were made. Those memories I will cherish as long as I am alive." She fixedly looked into Amaro's eyes. "We made our memories together in this suite, so you see it as 'home'?" H
Amaro got off the bed, he bent forward and picked Kashmir in his arms. "Let's have a shower, for we are going out to eat. I don't want to hear my wife's stomach growling." he said as he chuckled. "Good thing that you know that I am already hungry. You are saving me from humiliation." Kashmir remembers the first day they met, her stomach growled when asked by Amaro if she was hungry. After a while, they were both ready for dinner. Kashmir donned a gold midi cocktail dress that accentuates her figure with soft folds at the waist. It creates a sexy look at the back with hidden back-zip closure and bateau neck. Her hair is in updo with volume showing off her beautiful neck, collarbone, and shoulder. This time she put on light make up just to match up with her dress and she also wore medium size pearl earrings. She picked up her nude suede strappy heels and put th
Amaro and Kashmir headed to the airport. As the car halted near their private jet, the chauffeur opened the door. Amaro got out first and he held Kashmir's hand to help her get out of the car. As they were walking towards the plane, Amaro carried Kashmir in his arms. "Amaro, I am not lame, that you should be carrying me in your arms." Kashmir's face and neck were already red as she could see the stare of the two flight attendants. She can't get used to it being treated like a porcelain doll that could be easily broken. Above all, what would people think about her? They might think that she was acting like this to show to the world that she's a pampered wife of a handsome prince. Amaro stopped in front of the pilots and flight attendant and spoke loud enough for them to hear what he was saying to Kashmir. "I know you are perfectly healthy and can walk without difficulty, nevertheless, I just want to pamper my wife. I want to show you in every way that I love you. And I don't care
After half an hour the limousine halted at the entrance of the palace. Omar alighted from the car at once and opened the door. Amaro got out of the car and held Kashmir’s hand to help her out of the car. The butler - Mr. Murad and all the servants were lined up at the entrance of the palace. They bowed down and said in unison. "Welcome back Prince Amaro and Princess Kashmir." Amaro and Kashmir smiled at them and both said "Thank you". Then, they went into the palace toward the King and Queen's place at the north wing of the palace. Amaro asked the King and Queen's butler, they have their own butler and so is the crown prince. "Where is mother and father?" "Your Highness, they are in the living room waiting for you." He said and bowed. "Thank you" Amaro said and walked while holding Kashmir's hand. The King and Queen saw them while they were a bit far from them. The queen stood up and walked towards them. "Welcome back, son and daughter." she said excitedly. Amaro and Kashmir bo
The following day, Amaro and Kashmir were cuddling on the couch. "What car do you want to buy for Joyce?" Amaro asked while he caressed Kashmir's soft hair. "I don't have a particular brand or model in mind." she said. Kashmir propped up on her elbow, her big brown eyes filled with excitement. "What do you suggest?" "Tell me what she wants for a car." Amaro answered. Kashmir thought for a while. "I know she doesn't want a sports car. I remembered she said if she will choose between a sports car and SUV, she will choose the SUV." Amaro sat up and searched over the internet for a car. Amaro showed to Kashmir the Rolls-Royce Cullinan. "What do you think about this?" He handed the phone to Kashmir. She looked at the picture of the car then read the specifications and reviews about the car. She was elated that he chose the best SUV for Joyce. "Thank you, hubby." she said as she hugged him. Amaro lifted her by her waist and seated her on his lap. "Do you like that car for Joyce
Joyce and Ishmael are busy preparing the food when the doorbell rings. Ishmael looked at his watch and it’s still early for their guest to arrive. He wondered who's at the door before he asked, "Did you order food from a restaurant honey?" "No, I didn't." Joyce said. "I will answer the door, maybe it's them." "They're early, it's just 5:30 in the afternoon," Ishmael said, smiling while he kept what he was doing in the kitchen. The doorbell rang again, Joyce scurried to the door and opened it. Her eyes grew wide upon seeing Amaro and Kashmir standing there smiling. She bowed when she came back to her senses and said "Welcome to my humble abode Your Highness," then she stepped aside giving them way to enter, "Please, come in" Amaro and Kashmir entered. "Please have a seat" Joyce said while she gestured to them to sit on the couch. "Thank you" Amaro said and they sat on the couch. Kashmir didn't open her mouth to say a word, she was observing Joyce's treatment to her. She is puz
"Joyce, why don't you try driving it?" Kashmir wiggled her eyebrows at Joyce who was caressing the car with obvious delight in her eyes. "Honey, I am going to give it a try," Joyce said joyfully at Ishmael. "I'll come with you," Ishmael said, lifting his feet and making his way to Joyce. "We'll get going now," Kashmir said and hugged Joyce before she left and went near Amaro. While Joyce was driving, Ishmael was pensive and thought about Amaro's words to him before they left. From time to time, Ishmael furtively looked at Joyce while she was concentrating on her driving. Ishmael wanted to propose to Joyce after Amaro and Kashmir got married. However, Joyce said that she still has a responsibility to her family. Her two siblings are still in their final year in the university. Thereby, Ishmael was reluctant to propose, afraid that he might get rejected by Joyce. Rejection is something he couldn't accept. But, thinking about what Amaro had told him, Ishmael wanted to give it a
"Wife, you're excited to go to work." he said as he stood watching Kashmir's elegant movement. "Yes, I am really excited." she said, giggling. She set aside the clothes she chose. "Wife, let the maidservants do that for you." He just wants her to be pampered. "I don't want you to get tired." "Love, I am fine. I am used to preparing my things, besides the maidservants have many things to do and I don't want to add more tasks to them." she reasoned with him. "Love, four maidservants are assigned solely to attend to you meaning they don't have any other work besides aiding you." he hugged her from the back. "But I don't like the idea that they are going to bath me and dress me." she said