An Eid With The Prince

#B. M. W

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Day twenty-six; Ramadan.....

Zarah's p.o.v

I opened my eyes gently and slowly, all I could see was a blurry world in front of me. I feel a severe pain—an excruciating one on my head, it looked like I'd die.

Wait. Did I die?

What will Safeenah do? I looked beside me, and I could see a tube connected to my hand; it was painful, the tube was red. I followed the tube with my eyes, and I saw a blood pint, hung over the bed I was sleeping, it hit me now. I was in the hospital, I looked at my right and I saw him; He slept next to me like an angel, wait? Was he here all night? I looked at him—his pointed nose, I wished I could just touch his nose—his jawline so perfect, his eyebrows well cultivated, his wicked smile; his imperfect hair making him perfect. His lips were so thin, oh my God, I feel at ease staring at my man. Wait?..... Did I just called him my man?

Yeah, don't blame me, who wouldn't!

"If you're done staring, you can say salaam to me!" Prince Abubakar said with a wicked but handsome smirk. Oh Allah! Was he staring the whole time, I feel like a pervert now.

"How was night, sleeping beauty, "

Sleeping beauty? I couldn't utter a word, I only gave a ecstatic sigh of happiness.

"Mrs Rahman, you should be grateful to Prince Abubakar, he saved your life." The doctor said to me.

"Wait? What did he," the doctor cut me short.

"He gave you some of his blood." The Doctor said in an enthusiastic manner.
"He what?" I muttered.

"You'll be discharge now, always take your vitamin supplement, and you should always eat fruit, from now on, I think you're not in a good shape to fast." The doctor warned me. I wasn't thinking of fasting either, I sighed deeply as the doctor detached the blood from my vein, it hurt for a bit.

He walked out like a professional, he was a professional, because he was bald and he's got a spectacles; I think that is the pure definition of a Medical personnel.

"Now that we are bound by blood," he paused and leaned closer, "will you be mine?" He asked.

I felt like I'll burst, I was red like the most ripest tomato in old McDonalds' farm.

"Yes I will!" I said in ecstasy. If I was an internet freak like Yasmin, I would take a picture of this moment and captioned it; #B.M.W.

"Let's go now!"

"Yeah, let's go." I replied as I stood up and he supported me, I was fully discharged but I was still dizzy, I walked like zombie. I saw my Safeenah waiting; I was excited to see Safeenah, she jumped and hugged me.

I wish everything could be like these forever.

Perfect.

* * * * *

The smell of freshly mowed grass and roses drifted through the window as it mixed with musky perfume, which was burning in an incense burner around the corner. Yasmin sat in front of her Apple laptop, she was on a video chat.

"Girlfriend, it's so awesome, I can't believe you're getting married to the Prince... It's a shame I can't come!" A lady said with a disappointed grin through the laptop.