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
One morning Kashmir woke up feeling tired and sluggish. For a month since they got back to work they have been fully occupied, they usually stay up late at night as both the company in Dubai and USA are having big business deals. She sat at the bedside for a minute as she felt dizzy and nauseous. 'The last thing you want is to make your husband worried- sick, thus you have to take care of yourself' Kashmir reminded herself while seated on the bedside. Amaro went out of the walk-in closet and was already dressed for work. He stared at Kashmir who was sitting at the bedside. He noticed that she looked tired and lethargic. He strode toward his wife and sat beside her. "Wife, are you ok?" he kissed her forehead. "Yup, I am fine." she said in a cheerful
The doctor waited for a moment before he spoke again. "Mr. Khan, an obstetrician will come later to check on your wife." the doctor said. "Thank you doctor" Amaro said and smiled from ear to ear, his anxiety was already replaced by happiness. "Congratulations to both of you" "Thanks doctor!" said Kashmir. When the doctor left them, Amaro caressed Kashmir's lower abdomen and leaned toward it. "Baby, I am your daddy." Kashmir looked down and watched Amaro talk to their child in her womb. She couldn't explain the joy she felt that tears continued to flow down her cheeks. Some of her tears that trickled her cheeks fell on Amaro's face. Amaro looked up as he felt the drop of liquid on his face and saw Kashmir crying. "Hey, why are you crying? Aren't you happy?" he wiped her tears. Kashmir hugged him "I am so happy!" she exclaimed. "I am just overwhelmed and can't explain how happy I am." "Shhh... don't cry. It might not be good for our baby." He caressed her back and her hair. "M
"Honey, I am already at the lobby. Where are you now?" Joyce was speaking to Ishmael on the phone while pacing on her apartment's lobby. She can't wait to see Kashmir. "I'll be there in 5 minutes, I am only a block away from your apartment." Ishmael said while driving his car. True to his word, Ishmael stopped his car in front of Joyce's apartment building after 5 minutes. Seeing Ishmael's car, Joyce took a long stride towards the car. She didn't wait for him to enter the lobby, for she just wanted them to be in the hospital. She climbed into the car then put the bouquet of flowers on the back seat. If it's possible for her to fly she would fly just to see her best friend right away. "What took you so long?" She is getting impatient now, the truth is Ishmael wasn't late but he is early by twenty minutes. "There was a slight traffic jam on the way here." Ishmael just scratched his head, he knew that Joyce was just excited to see her best friend. "Let's go!" She fastened her seatbe