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.
"But Joyce is expecting me for a sleepover" she protested again.
"No more 'buts' princess, you are hurt."
She no longer argued with him because she knew that she couldn't win. So, she wrapped her hand on his neck and leaned her head on his shoulder. She was worried that if she remains stiff Amaro's arm will be numb when they arrive at the palace.
Amaro's breathing became erratic. He wanted this moment to last forever. He wanted her near him. Kashmir's scent invaded his nostrils, he loves her scent. He just loves everything about her.
'Oh, my princess, you just have no idea how much you make me happy.' He thought.
He just wished that Omar drives slow so that this moment will be prolonged. And yes, Omar perceived what he wanted, he didn't drive so fast. He secretly thanked Omar for being sensitive to what he wanted.
He leaned on her head and closed his eyes. He just wants to savour this moment.
After a while, "Uhmmm... Your Highness we have arrived at the palace." Omar announced reluctantly.
Amaro alighted from the car with Kashmir still in his arms. The butler, some maids and guards were astonished; their eyes were wide like a saucer. The way Amaro carried Kashmir is like they were a newly wedded couple, moreover, Kashmir was hugging his neck and her head rested on his shoulder. Anyone who could see them will think they are husband and wife. Amaro's eyes tell that he is delighted to carry Kashmir in his arms.
Amaro instructed the butler to immediately call their doctor.
He brought her to her room and placed her on her bed. Kashmir saw that there were three red roses again on her bed. She picked the red roses and smelled it.
"It seems that you have a secret admirer. Who would that be?" Amaro teased her.
"I don't know, maybe one of the guards." she shrugged, Amaro smirked.
"Do you like roses?" he asked, looking at Kashmir caressing the rose petals.
"I do like flowers but my favourite flower is tulip, '' she replied and put the roses on the nightstand.
The maid entered the room and informed that the doctor arrived.
"Your Highness the doctor is here" she bowed.
"Let him come in" he ordered
"Yes, Your Highness" she bowed again and left.
The doctor entered the room and greeted the prince.
"Good evening Your Highness." The doctor bowed respectfully.
"Please check on her right foot, it was sprained" he commanded politely because the doctor is older than him.
"Yes, Your Highness." He bowed and came near to Kashmir and held her right foot to check it.
"Her foot is already swollen and has bruises on it. I'll give topical medicine to reduce the inflammation." the doctor said.
"Take rest and avoid putting pressure or weight on your feet. You should not be walking around at least for a day." the physician advised.
"Doctor, how could I go to the bathroom if I need to?" she questioned the doctor.
"Use you derrière, crawl or, better yet, call someone to carry you. Maybe a guard can do it" the doctor suggested
Amaro frowned when he heard the doctor suggest that a guard carry Kashmir.
'I won't allow that' he mumbled.
"Thank you doctor you can leave now" Amaro said, the doctor bowed and left the room.
Amaro picked Kashmir up.
"What are you doing?" Kashmir yelped at his sudden action, Amaro was amused at her response.
"Carrying you to the bathroom. You have to shower first before going to bed" Amaro’s lips curled up.
"Let me go there alone, I can manage it." Kashmir wiggled to get down but Amaro didn’t allow her.
"Did you hear the doctor? Don't be stubborn." he chided her for being stubborn.
He walked to the bathroom and put her on the bench beside the bathtub.
"Don't start yet, I will get you a pajama and then you can start" giving her instruction.
He went to the walk-in closet and took a silk pyjama set and a silk panty. He came back to the bathroom and put them on a bench near the bathtub.
"I'll be back to get you to your bed. And don't refuse it" he left and did not wait for her to answer.
Kashmir started to have her shower when she heard the door closed. When Kashmir was about to put on her panty, she realized that it was Amaro who took it from the closet, she blushed thinking that Amaro knew what she was wearing underneath her pajamas.
After she finished putting on her clothes. She heard a knock.
"Come in" she said
Amaro came in, he was wearing a white t- shirt and sweatpants. His outfit showed his chiseled physiques.
"Are you done?" he asked
She nodded while looking at the floor. She doesn't want to stare at his body. He carried her to the bed and laid her down. He pulled up the duvet and covered her up to her chest.
"Good night" he said
"Good night and thank you.” she said while her eyes were closed because she is embarrassed to look into his eyes because she still remembers about the underwear thing.
She opened her eyes when she felt that the left side of the bed sank.
"Hey! What are you doing?" her eyes were wide as a saucer.
"Sleeping" Amaro’s eyes were closed and yawned while answering her.
"You might be too sleepy that you thought this is your room" she said
"I know it isn't my room and that it is your room, but I have to sleep here because you need someone to help you when you need to go to the bathroom" he explained.
"But I can crawl"
"You'll only get yourself hurt"
"But..."
"No 'buts', you sleep now. And don't worry I won't do anything bad to you. Trust me"
He turned his back on her and they both slept.
In the morning Amaro woke up, the sun was starting to rise. He looked at his watch and it's 5:00 a.m. He was about to get out of bed but suddenly Kashmir's arm snaked around his waist and tangled their legs together. He froze and his breath became erratic. “Love, you will be the death of me” he muttered.
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."
Mr. Lara was finally discharged from the hospital. Everyday at 7 in the morning Rain visited Mr. Lara to check on him.Today, Rain did the same as he usually does, after doing the necessary thing to his patient. Rain was about to say goodbye when Mr. Lara invited him for breakfast."Doctor Madrigal, have breakfast first before going to the hospital." Mr. Lara said.Rain accepted Mr. Lara's invitation. They went to the dining hall, everyone was already at the table except for Kashmir."Where is Kashmir?" asked Mr. Lara"She is in her room; she will come by and by," said Yolly.As they were about to begin to eat Kashmir came into the dining hall.
"Mother, I am going to pick Sugar Apples and Java Plum. I heard that there are lots of them near the fishpond." Kashmir held a basket, wearing a denim short, white fitted t- shirt and sneakers, she is all set for her fruit picking activity. "You take care of yourself and don't climb the tree." Her mom said. "I know what you are up to." she winked at Kashmir. "Yes, mom." Kashmir had a mischievous smile. "I don't like that kind of smile." Kashmir’s mom shook her head. "Wife, let her be. Let her enjoy before going back to work." Mr. Lara said. "Bye, father and mother" she kissed their forehead and ran. She knows t
Kashmir helped prepare the food for dinner. She has made sure that the food being prepared will be the right food for Amaro. After she helped prepare the food, she went to Yolly's room to freshen up. "Sister, I heard that your boss is here." Yolly spoke, coming out from the bathroom. "Yes, you heard it right," Kashmir said. "Is he your boyfriend?" Yolly asked with a smirk on her face. "No, he is not." Kashmir glared at her sister. "I don't believe it, your boss won't come here if he is not your boyfriend." Yolly said while brushing her hair. "We are just friends, Yolly." She is now annoyed with her sister. "I think he is interes
The next morning at 4 am, Kashmir got up early and washed up. She donned a work out outfit. As she walked out of Yolly's room, Amaro walked out of his room at the same time. Their eyes locked for a few seconds. "Good morning, princess" Amaro’s voice was husky. He was also wearing a work out outfit as if both of them talked about it. "Good morning, Amaro." She greeted him, smiling. "I assume you are going to go for some exercise today" Kashmir said as she walked past Amaro. "As your outfit says, you too are going for some exercise" he said. And strode to her and they walked side by side. "Yes, I will go for a run." She turned the door knob to open the door.
"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