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
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
"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