"Amaro, what would you like to eat? And I will buy it for you" she said.
"No need to buy food, I don't feel like eating here in my office. Let's go out for lunch. I want you to try local foods here in Dubai. I know a place that isn't luxurious but they serve exceptionally delicious food and the place is hygienic too." He knew that she is somewhat apprehensive to dine in a luxury restaurant.
"If that is what you want, then so be it." she said to him nonchalantly.
She did not show her excitement, she really wanted to try the local food in Dubai. She wanted to have a taste of their food yesterday, but unfortunately, Amaro has brought her to an Italian restaurant for lunch and to a French restaurant at night and today's breakfast was American breakfast. Finally, she will eat Dubai's local food.
"Let's go" she heard Amaro ordered. She took her bag and followed him.
At the restaurant, she was shocked with all the food that was on their table. There were so many that it could feed a dozen people.
"Amaro, why is there plenty of food? We aren't blue whales, we can't finish it all even if we stay until evening" she chuckled.
"We don't have to eat it all. I want you to taste every dish on their menu." chuckling, he put food on her plate.
"Here, try it. It's a bit spicy but it's delicious" he said.
"Oh, please no. You mustn't serve me, I should be the one doing that to you." She stopped him.
"It's nothing, I want to do it." he smiled.
"Why do you do this to me? You are a prince and I am just your PA."
"Honestly, I want to be a friend of yours." he said, extending his hands to her.
"Alright, friends" she took his hands and shook it. They both laugh.
"Now, eat!" Amaro said
Kashmir tried every dish and enjoyed everything.
Amaro never averted his eyes from her, the only time that he took his eyes off her is when he got food and placed it on her plate and his. He has never been this happy before, Kashmir really made his day. They stopped eating when they were full.
"Amaro, if we eat like this frequently we would turn into a blue whale." she said
Amaro threw his head back and burst into laughter. He can't help but laugh with her witty remark.
Kashmir laugh also, she got carried away by Amaro's laughter.
"You know, you are so witty," he said, while laughing.
They went back to the company in a jovial mood. Upon entering the office they both went to their respective desks and started to work.
After a while, Kashmir stood and said "Do you want to have some coffee?"
"Yes, please. I need it."
"Black coffee, latte or cappuccino?"
"Have you also worked as a barista before?" Amaro smirked at her.
"No, I didn't but I took a short course training"
"Well, I like cappuccino," he smiled.
She proceeded to make his coffee while Amaro reviewed a document.
"Your coffee" she placed the coffee on top of his desk. "I hope you will like it," she added.
"Thank you" he put down the document he was reviewing.
"My pleasure," Kashmir replied with a smile.
"By the way, you have a meeting at 4 p.m." she reminded him.
Kashmir went back to her desk and continued her work. Until a gentle knock was heard that they lifted their head. And their eyes met, she quickly broke eye contact. She could feel her face hot.
"Come in" Amaro's baritone voice rang.
"Your Highness, Mr. Smith is here" the secretary informed.
"Let him come in," he said while getting from his chair.
Mr. Smith came in. He is the same age as Amaro, he is an American. He is the CEO of the company that works with Amaro's family company. He is a good looking man on par with Amaro's beautiful face and chiseled physiques.
''Your highness, my pleasure to meet you" he said
"Likewise, Mr. Smith" he smiled and gestured to follow him. He walked towards the couch and Mr. Smith followed suit.
Kashmir approached them and asked. "Excuse me Mr. Smith, would you like some coffee?" she smiled.
"Yes, please. Ms… Your name please? he winked at her.
"Kashmir Lara, sir"
"A beautiful name for a stunningly beautiful lady. Can I invite you for dinner tonight?" He abruptly held her hand and planted a kiss on it.
She stepped backwards in disgust and moved quickly toward her table. She completely forgot to make coffee for Mr. Smith.
Amaro and Mr. Smith talked about the collaboration of their company, while they were talking Amaro glances at Kashmir, he is worried that she is terrified with Mr. Smith's action.
They talked for an hour then they stood and shook hands.
Mr. Smith approached Kashmir who was engrossed in her work.
"Kashmir, can I have your phone number?" he said, giving his iPhone to her.
The way he called her was intimate which irritated Amaro.
Not wanting to offend her employer's business partner, Kashmir keyed in her phone number.
"Can we have dinner tonight?" Mr. Smith asked
"No, she is not available tonight" Amaro abruptly said
"I am sorry Mr. Smith I am not available tonight." she seconded.
"Very well, next time then." And he left.
Amaro approached Kashmir and held her chin up and asked her. "Are you alright, were you frightened?"
"Honestly, it was not fear that I felt but disgust." she said.
"Anyway when he comes again, you don't need to entertain him."
"Thank you sir."
"How did you address me again?"
"Thank you Amaro" she immediately corrected herself.
"We have to go home now. Pack your things"
They had dinner together at the palace.
After taking a shower, Kashmir had a video call with her family. She missed them so much that they talked for an hour and a half and her battery ran out of charge. She switched her phone off, took her phone charger and plugged it to recharge.
Amaro knocked and Kashmir answered the door for him. He came in and said,
"Why are you not picking up your phone? I have been calling you for ages." he was exasperated, he badly wanted to hear her voice before sleeping but she didn't answer the call.
"I had a video call with my family and my battery ran out of charge," she explained.
His exasperation melted upon hearing her explanation.
"Do you miss them?" he asked with a concerned voice.
Kashmir nodded and looked down at the floor, she was concealing her teary eyes.
Amaro pulled her into his arms, Kashmir could no longer control herself and cried on his chest.
"Princess, I am here for you. Please don't be sad. I don't want to see you cry" he said.
"Go to your bed now and sleep. Good night" he said and walked out of the door.
He is torn apart between staying a little longer or leaving but he chose the latter because he might lose control if he stayed longer.
Kashmir went to her bed and smelled the three red roses that are on her bed and put it at the night stand. She laid at the bed thinking who gave her the flowers and in no time, she was already dead to the world.
When Kashmir entered Amaro's room, he asked her to shave off his stubbles. She applied shaving foam over his face and started shaving off his stubbles. Amaro could smell Kashmir's scent.'She smells divine' he thought.He took advantage of their proximity so his eyes could feast on her big brown eyes, beautiful nose and alluring lips. He wanted to kiss her but he controlled himself because he didn't want to frighten her.He wanted to profess his love for her but wisdom says that it is not wise to profess love to a lady you had only spent a few days with because it will be hard for her to believe him. He is going to wait for the perfect timing. Anyway, he is a very patient man."Done" Kashmir's sweet voice snappe
Joyce and Ishmael looked at each other and smiled at the interaction they witnessed, the two lovey dovey were a sight to see. Joyce thought that they were cute. Ishmael is happy to see his friend open his heart again, giving love another chance. Considering what happened in the past; Amaro was badly hurt and it's a miracle that despite his wound he had love again.The four of them talked a lot. Their conversations were centered on knowing about their country, culture and traditions. They also exchange some information about themselves. After a while, they said their goodbyes and went to their offices.In the car, Kashmir mentioned about the charity ball he has to attend."Amaro, you are going to attend a ball this Saturday." she said.
"Amaro, you told me that I can sleep over at Joyce's place. After the ball, I will go to Joyce's place." Kashmir spoke.Amaro did not respond."Promise me Amaro" she spoke again.Amaro nodded.Today is Saturday and they are working at Amaro's office at home. They were working on some documents for his company in the US. They had a video conference from morning until 2 o' clock in the afternoon.They have also prepared some documents for the project they are working on. After they finished working on the documents, Amaro told Kashmir to get some rest. He knew how exhausted she was, but did not complain though.Kashmir went to her room, laid on her bed and fell asleep. She dre
Kashmir was stunned as she looked at who caught her from falling and saw Amaro. "Hey, what happened to you?" Amaro asked worriedly. "I sprained my ankle" she winced in pain. He carried her in his arms and walked to the car. Omar immediately opened the passenger door. Kashmir tried to move out from Amaro’s lap but he refused to let go of her. "No, you might hurt even more." Amaro spoke and held her waist. "Let's go home," he instructed Omar. "But I have to go to Joyce's place, remember" Kashmir protested. "With your condition, I can't let you stay there," Amaro said, while shaking his head.
Looking at Kashmir's innocent face, Amaro slowly removed Kashmir’s arm from his waist and untangled their legs. He went to his room and took a bath. He donned his casual clothes and headed back to Kashmir’s room. "Good morning sleepy head it's about time you woke up" Amaro's baritone voice rang that awakened Kashmir from her dream. Kashmir dreamed about Amir again, those blue eyes that are like the ocean that drowns her. She opened her eyes and saw Amaro seated at her bedside. He was smiling at her and his eyes looked somewhat familiar. "Good morning" she said, covering her mouth with her palm because she doesn't want Amaro to smell her breath in the morning. "Why are you covering your mouth while speaking to me?" Amaro asked her with a teasing tone.
Kashmir no longer argued with him. She just bowed her head and stared at her hand. She remained in that position until her phone rang. "Don't move. I'll take the phone to you" Amaro ordered He got up, strode, took the phone on the nightstand and strode back to Kashmir. "Thank you" she said Kashmir answered the phone, "Hello, who is this?" she frowned upon knowing who the caller was. "Yes, it's Kashmir speaking" she said "How may I help you Mr. Smith?" she rolled her eyes. Instantaneously, Amaro got agitated hearing the name 'Mr. Smith' but was replaced by pleasure later on because of Kashmir's cold attitude toward Mr. Smith.&nbs
One night while Kashmir and Amaro were having dinner in their favorite restaurant, Kashmir's phone rang, she ignored it because Amaro and her were talking about work. She doesn't want to interrupt Amaro who was discussing important things about the new company that wants to collaborate with them. Kashmir’s phone kept on ringing, she was embarrassed and annoyed at the same time because of the persistent ringing of her phone. Finally, she decided to power off her phone. She smiled sheepishly and said, "Excuse me. I'll have to power off my phone, it's interrupting us." "I think it's an important call, why don't you answer it first and we can continue later" he said thinking that the call is important that's why the caller is persistent. She opened her bag, fished out her phone and saw who was calling. Her heart sudd
The 9 hours flight seems like an eternity to Kashmir because she wanted to see her father badly. Being alone in the private jet, with no one to talk to, she somehow missed Amaro's presence. With him she is not bored and she feels secure when he is around. Kashmir arrived at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport in Manila at 11 o' clock in the evening. Her friend Ryan is already waiting for her. Ryan is Kashmir's and Yolly's childhood friend. Although they are of different ages, they still became good friends. Ryan is a successful architect. Yolly contacted him when she knew that Kashmir would arrive at 11 pm, taking a cab late at night is not safe so she asked Ryan to pick her sister at the airport. In the car, Kashmir noticed that Ryan was yawning. She said to Ryan who was yawning while driving, "Ryan, thank you for coming to pick me up at this hour."
"Are you ready?" Amaro hugged Kashmir from behind. Turning to face him. "Yes, I am." "Finally, our Adil Amir will be the crown prince of Dubai a few hours from now," she said. The king had abdicated the throne and Kharim was crowned king when Adil Amir was 10 years old. 15 years later, Adil Amir was to be crowned as the crown prince of Dubai since Amaro didn't like the position, Adil Amir was next in succession. Kharim and Cleo had three children who were all female. As Kharim resolutely chose to be like his father and brother who had only one wife. Most of all he loved his wife and never looked at any woman. After all, he was already fed up with womanizing. So he had no hope of having a son. "Mother, you are always beautiful," Adil Amir said as he hugged Kashmir. "Thank you son," she said, looking at her 25 years old son wearing a crown. "Your mother will want you to visit us in Paris once a month. I know you'll be busier than ever now as you're already the crown prince of Duba
Amaro left the room after a period of time. He thought to give Kashmir ample time so she could calm down and they could talk. However, his heart sank in despair upon hearing that she left with the children. It was like his whole world was falling apart. The thought of losing his family is something he can't live with. "Get the car, we're leaving," he ordered Omar. "Yes, Your Highness," he bowed before he set out to do what he had been ordered to do. "Let's go to Lavigne's mansion," said Amaro, slipping in the car. His wife and children were sure to be there. He knew that Kashmir, however emotional she was, would not put their children at risk. Amaro got out of the car shortly after the car came to a full stop. His heart thumping inside his chest. He breathed in so he could calm down. He was so nervous to face Kashmir and what she was going to tell him. "Your Highness, your wife and kids went shopping with Princess Lauren," said the butler to Amaro when he asked where Kashmir wa
It's been a couple of months since Kashmir moved back to Amaro's mansion. Amaro couldn't ask for more, he had his wife back. Little did he know that there's yet to come that will shake him to the core. It was Saturday morning, Kashmir was having a shower when Amaro joined her in the shower. He spun her around to face him. Kashmir felt slightly dizzy and felt a throbbing pain in her temple. While Amaro was thirstily kissing her, the image of Irene and Amaro flashed in her mind so vividly that it's like she's taken back to the time where she saw Amaro and Irene under the shower. What happened two years ago came back to her mind. Unlocking their lips, she harshly pushed Amaro. Wearing a robe as she went out of the bathroom, her tears cascading her cheeks."Hey, what's wrong?" Amaro said as he came after her, wearing his robe. Kashmir refused to look at him, dressed up hastily. "Love, what did I do to make you angry," he knew she was angry at him.
The day after Kashmir's father and mother arrived, the king and queen together with Kharim and his wife Cleo arrived in Paris. The queen couldn't hold back her tears, "Kashmir, my daughter." The queen hugged her tightly as if she didn't want to let her go. "Mother, you are smothering my wife," Amaro chuckled. "Mother, my wife still has yet to recover her memory," Amaro explained as Kashmir couldn't return the affection given to her by the queen. "You mean, Kashmir is amnesiac?" Kharim chimed into the conversation. "Yes," Amaro replied, putting his arm around Kashmir's shoulder. "How are you, daughter?" The king asked Kashmir, his eyes tenderly looked at her. "I'm fine, Your Majesty," Kashmir answered and bowed her head. The king chuckled and said while looking at Amaro, "You're right son, your wife has amnesia because if she hasn't, she'll call me father." The king looked back at Kashmir and added, "Call me father, that is how you address me since
"Wow! I underestimated your skill. You're not only good at seducing, but also good at manipulating. You have taken advantage of the fact that my fiancee had lost her memory," Charles said sardonically, his lips twitched. "He didn't manipulate me, he had proof that I am his wife. And he also has proof that Adil Amir and Avril are our offsprings," she can't just remain quiet when she hears that he was ridiculed by Charles. "Amaro, please show them the proof," she whispered to him. Amaro kissed her forehead and went to their room. Charles was so jealous when he saw how they displayed their affection. For two years since she returned, he had never had a chance to be intimate with her because she always distanced herself from him. Mrs Lavigne was agitated at how Naomi behaved in front of Charles. "Naomi, what happened to you? What did he do to you to behave like this? " Mrs Lavigne couldn't hide her exasperation. "I'm not Naomi, I'm Kashmir," she fired back. Mrs Lavigne was startled
Omar opened the door of the car, Amaro smiled at him and smiled back. Omar was happy that the prince was happy. Amaro told him everything about Naomi. When the car was already on the street, Omar closed the partition to give the family their privacy and for him to concentrate on his driving as well. He was tempted to keep looking at the prince and his family and was afraid that they might have an accident because of it. While Avril slept during their trip to Amaro's mansion, all Amaro did was to plunder Naomi's mouth. Naomi hadn't complained about it as she thirsted for Amaro's kiss. He only stopped once they reached the mansion. Before getting out of the car. Amaro looked at Naomi's mouth that was already swollen because of the prolonged kissing. A slow contented smile etched on his handsome face. "Daddy, mommy," Adil Amir screamed when he saw Amaro and Naomi come into the mansion. "Who is she?" he asked, pointing at Avril. "Your little sister," Amaro answered. Naomi wanted to c
Standing beside the French window, staring at nothing, Naomi was immersed in her thoughts. Mrs Lavigne came near her daughter, she observed that since Naomi met Amaro, she was always pensive."Is there a problem?" Mrs Lavigne affectionately patted her daughter's arm who was obviously troubled.Naomi snapped back from her deep thoughts. Her heart is troubled that her marriage with Charles will be three months from now. She tried to make her heart still, reminding herself that she and Charles were so deeply in love and they have Avril. However, no matter how she injects that idea in her mind and heart, it seems that they wouldn't cooperate with her. They screamed Amaro's name. And to make things harder for her, each time she looks at Avril, she reminds her of Amaro."Nothing mom, it's really nothing,
Amaro cancelled his meeting after he learned from Mr Lavigne that Naomi was rushed to the hospital the day they left the countryside villa.Walking in large strides Amaro reached Naomi's hospital suite. At once, he entered the suite when he heard someone say to him to come in after he knocked on the door.Amaro was rooted to his spot when he saw Charles seated on the bed next to Naomi with a toddler on her lap.“Your Highness,” said Naomi, smiling at Amaro.Amaro approached the bed and stared carefully at the child in Naomi's lap. She looked like Naomi and she had blue eyes like his.“Whose child is she?” Amaro said as he held the child’s tiny hand.
That night, it seems that sleep evaded Naomi, she tossed and turned in her bed. Amaro’s blue eyes made her awake the whole night. She had an impression that Amaro is part of her life and that he holds a special place in her heart. She wants the touch that warmed her heart that seems to be lacking in her relationship with Charles. She can’t find fault with Charles, he is such a lovely gentleman and loves her so much. It’s just that her heart and body wouldn’t respond to him. However, she couldn’t solve the puzzle when she thought about Charles. According to their story she went missing for a month and returned after a month with amnesia. Did she meet Amaro at those times she went missing? Naomi had a strong feeling that she and Amaro had a deep connection and how can they have a deep connection w