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Zain“Khalid, open the door before I break it!” My guards had been waiting for me outside Jasmine’s suite when I left, asking me if I was okay. Which I was. I had finished the physical training session and answered the questions about my diet to the interviewer even though I wished I was with her, feeding sliced mangoes to her.Rahim had found me after the interview with the magazine, asking me if I had made the person whom I had slept with sign an NDA. After taking one look at my pale face, he asked me for a name which I swore I didn’t know. His only question that bothered me the most was if I had used protection or not. That was why I was panicking and forcing my brother to open the door to his room so I could ask for his help. I was sure he had forgotten all about our little chat back in the club the night before.“Finally!” I said when the door opened, and my face dropped at the sight of the twin princesses. I blinked at them when they offered me a small wave and kissed my brother’s cheek before walking out of his room. “You look like you need something to drink,” Khalid said, taking one look at me and tying his robe, allowing me to follow him inside.“It’s eleven in the morning,” I deadpanned at the sunlight streaming inside his room. Fresh air breezed through the balcony that opened up to the gardens. My eyes ached at the sight of his messily organized room, the empty canvas by his bed is blank despite the colors he had poured out to paint.He shrugged, filling a glass of water for me and whiskey for himself. “That has never stopped me.”Swallowing the water, I told him what had happened. How I had seen her in the club, kissed her, and spent the night with her. I ignored the gleeful look on his face when he found out I had sex and told him about me not thinking about the NDA, her real name, or that I had forgotten whether we had used protection. I didn’t tell him about the email. That I had written my own email on a piece of paper that can allow anyone into the secure database used by the royals.As a royal, it was necessary to get an NDA signed by the partner who will have a physical relationship with you. It was for the safety and privacy of ourselves and the country. If the person doesn’t sign the NDA, we won’t have any form of relationship from there on. Even the twin princesses must have signed them to spend the night in Khalid’s bed, and vice versa. “So, what do you think I…” I fumbled over my words, unable to bear to face him.“I have the paintings of all the sex anatomy we used to educate Zara when she was eleven. Do you want me to explain what—”“I know what happened, Khalid.” I exclaimed, holding my head. “I know what sex is, for fuck’s sake.”“I needed to make sure because you are blushing and talking about it like a shy virgin,” he announced. “Oh, wait, you were a virgin until last night.”I didn’t reply. My head was exploding. My heart was exploding. My stomach, thankfully, didn’t feel like it was going to explode. All I could think about was protection. Not getting that woman, my fake-wife, Jasmine, pregnant. I didn’t want to get anyone pregnant. Ugh, why did I have sex? Because I was thinking with my other head. “You seriously don’t remember using a condom?” Khalid asked, concern lacing his voice. I closed my eyes and shook my head. “I remember stopping this guy who wanted to touch her. She told him no, and he didn’t seem to listen. When I stepped in, she introduced me as her husband—”“Interesting.”“And she looked so sweet and beautiful that I called her my wife and… said something and we kissed. I remember that vividly.” I didn’t add that it was the best kiss I have ever had. If I touched my lips, I could still feel her there. Soft and pliant and enthralling. That one kiss had ruined me. “By the hickeys on your neck, I can assume things went past kissing?” “Yes.” I rubbed them, the warm tingle on my neck. It went way past kissing. “I am afraid that I didn’t use any protection.”“Fuck…”“Fuck indeed,” I groaned and ran a hand through my hair. “Do you know her name?” “I don’t know her name. We kept up with our husband-and-wife roles. She told me her name was Jasmine but I am sure it’s not her true name.” I sheepishly added, “But I said my name was Zain.”My brother laughed, my shoulders slumping as I shook my head. Just one night of forgetting that I was a sultan and I am in a mess.“And you didn’t even remember about the NDA?”I sighed, meeting his gaze.Khalid gave me a look after swallowing the whiskey. “You are so bad at this, brother. If you don’t remember using protection, then we have only one option.”“What?” “We ask her.” ***It had been two days since my sister’s nineteenth birthday. Zara had seemed a little distant, but Khalid and I thought it would be best to give her space until she came and talked to us about what bothered her. We had gone back to the hotel room after lunch with guards flanking us. But we were too late. The woman in gold had vanished. There was no trace of her except the hint of jasmine in the air. The irony.I had scoffed when I checked her name on the hotel guest list. She had checked in as Jasmine. I knew it was a false name, even though it suited her well. But she wasn’t Jasmine. I had found only one thing from that hotel room that assured me that that night wasn’t any dream. That I had tasted heaven when I had kissed her. A golden intricate piece of jewelry with an emerald placed as a dewdrop. It was a maang tikka. A traditional piece of head jewelry that would sell for more than the hotel building I had been standing in. I had kept it to myself, making sure I didn’t ruin it, and wondered about the name of its owner. The woman in gold. My pretend-wife for the night.I could do a small interview in the media and ask the woman herself to step forward to claim it and privately talk to her about that night. But I couldn’t do it, I didn’t want to make that matter public. That I, Sultan of Azmia, didn’t remember if I had used protection during sex or not. I didn’t want any scandals attached to my name or hers.The worst part about all of it was that I hadn’t received any sort of anonymous email.8Zain“What is that you are staring at, boy?” I smiled at my jadati (grandmother) who slowly walked towards the dining room. I held her hand as she was seated in a chair, her dark brown eyes fixing on the beautiful piece of jewelry. “Hmm,” she grunted. “Are you asking someone for marriage?” “No,” I said. “I, uh, found this in a drawer of the hotel room. It seemed too precious to let the hotel staff handle it. We are trying to find the owner and return it.” I half lied, praying she wouldn’t pick up on it and pinch my ears. “I have seen a similar piece. This looks just like that with the emerald.”My heart rate picked up. “Where, jadati?” She eyed the maang tikka and looked at me. “Sultana of Maahnoor used to wear it back when your father and Hamid Elbaz were friendly neighbors rather than enemies.”I clenched my jaw thinking about Maahnoor, our neighboring country. Once, a decade ago, it used to be famous for its beautiful sunsets, shimmering palace, sweet foods and jewelry with
9NasrinThe soles of my golden flats and his shiny dark shoes made little to no sound when we walked together on the marble floors of the palace hallway. I couldn’t keep from internally being in awe at every minute detail in the structure of the pillars, the domes, the antique decorations. Each and every little thing gleamed of opulence. Richness. No wonder Azmia was well-known as the Golden country. I had slept with the sultan of the country that bleeds gold, and he had an adorable picture of me drooling on his phone. I certainly knew how to pick a one-night stand.Biting my cheek, I tried to look anywhere but at him. His presence and his aura were a living thing, beckoning me to gaze at him, marvel at his beauty and his leadership. I had seen no one talk like that to my father. Other than me, of course. “The palace gardens are this way,” Zain said, his voice husky, reminding me of the night we had spent together. I followed him, shamelessly staring at the tailor-made suit and p
10Zain“Because, Princess Nasrin, I am asking you to marry me,” I said, my voice echoing in the dark night. Her lush lips parted when she gaped at me. Even shocked, she was a stunning beauty. I hadn’t been able to form any coherent words when I had seen her sitting in the library, her thick hair flowing down her waist, making me want to run my hand through it. Hold it as I whispered filthy things in her ear. What I would do to her if we were alone. Her dark eyes glared at me through the surrounding kohl, illuminating her brown orbs. “Are you asking or ordering, Sultan?” She asked, her tone mocking when she tried so hard not to reject me. I adored it. The way she talked back to me, wanting to reject my proposal with defiance in her eyes. Maybe I was foolish, but I wanted to marry her, see the fire in her eyes every time I wake up next to her. “I am asking, Princess Nasrin.” I smiled at her, “For now.”Her chest heaved when she took a step closer to me, my eyes dropping low at the
11Nasrin“Arrogant prick,” I grumbled under my breath when I rushed towards the palace, far away from the man who would be my husband in a few weeks if I accept his marriage proposal. Even his stupid, divine smelling suit reminded me of his handsome half-smirk. As if he knew I wouldn’t reject him. Couldn’t reject him. But deep down, I knew he was right. All Zain was doing was being honest with me, and I hated how bitter the truth was. I knew that my beautiful country, Maahnoor, was not in good hands when my father appointed my eldest brother, Sadiq, as the sultan. He had made it unbearable for women to work, building clubs and bars when there was a need to build solid roads and schools for girls. Not to mention about my rejection towards all the proposals that no one but a sixty-four-year-old man wanted me. Him or Sultan of Azmia. Despite being thirty-three, Zain had rejected all the proposals from the princesses to rich daughters of sheikhs, royals and even commoners. He didn’t wa
12ZainI was floating into the darkness, my body weightless as it moved like a merman in the water. The fog thick and heavy, my vision blurry when I watched the two little figures. The third figure bigger than the two of them, crouching to talk to them.“No, sweet, it doesn’t hurt much,” she whispered, her voice soft as she caressed little Zain’s cheek and ruffled Khalid’s hair.I frowned, my eyes on her swollen cheek. Childhood me knew what had happened. He had seen it. Tried to stop it and had received a lashing of his own afterwards. “But I saw Father sl—”“I fell down from the stairs, Zain,” her voice wasn’t soft anymore. It didn’t have any emotions. “Take your brother Khalid with you. Quickly before your father finds the both of you and scolds you two.”“But I don’t want to leave you,” Khalid whined, his hands wrapping around her neck. “I don’t want Father to hurt you.”The dark room blurred away, changed into the light room. I knew it was Zara’s nursery. Khalid was watching ove
PART TWO“Every inch of you is divine.” 13NasrinI held in the tremble of my body when I felt the smooth surface of the loofah lowering to my spine. I wanted to arch my back and close my eyes and let him lather me with his veiny hands all day if he wished. I was snapped out of my dirty thoughts when Zain said, “You do not have to accept this marriage, if that’s your wish.”“What?” I turned around to see him. “What do you mean?” I had been so surprised by his words that I had forgotten that I was in the bath. His face flamed when his eyes dropped below my chin, at my bare breasts. My heart thudded wildly when his obsidian eyes darkened, my nipples tightening and turning into hard peaks under his scorching gaze. With flushed cheeks, he looked away, his hand tightening over the loofah he held. He gritted out, “You do not have to accept me as your husband. Reject me if you wish. I… I will help you find a better prince and help your younger brother be the sultan.”I swallowed the lump
14ZainI had to fight off my grin, even though I felt a little guilty for stopping Nasrin from reaching her high. But I needed her to approve of my conditions for the marriage. “Out with it,” she said, glaring at me. With little thought, I brought my glistening fingers to my mouth and tasted her. Met her wide eyes, groaning at the honeyed taste of her. So sweet. So heavenly. I pulled back and licked my lips, her exotic taste lingering in my mouth. “One, I do not want you to have any lovers after marriage. Two, we sleep in the same room. Three, we use protection.”Her eyes blinked at me as if she was pulled out of some daze. Her beautiful caramel eyes narrowed at me. “Is that all?” I nodded and shamelessly raked my eyes over her bare body. Blood flowing south in my body at the sight of her wet curves, her round breasts pink with my kissing and biting. “I wish I could add another condition to have you naked when we are alone, but I do not want to get kicked in my crotch,” I confess
15NasrinMy core burned hearing him, my body heating underneath his gleaming obsidian eyes. I couldn’t believe that man. Sultan Zain Al Latif, my soon-to-be-husband, wanted to make me come again. It had only been a minute. “I am too sensitive,” I breathed, my palm brushing over his arm and retrieving it from the bath. He noticed the lack of my touch on his arm, which he had gladly allowed me to hold when he was fucking me with his fingers. I had to close my hands into a fist and stop myself from grabbing him by his neck and kissing him again. I missed the way his warm skin felt underneath my palm, the way muscles on his arm moved when he pushed his fingers inside me. I eyed his stiffened dick and said, “What about you? I want to—”“Maybe some other time,” Zain said, tilting his head as he stood up, looming over the bath. “Come on, the water has turned cold. I don’t want my fiancée to get sick.” Fiancée. My mouth parted, and before I could process what he had said, I followed his