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"Oh, darling. You can't fix yourself by breaking someone else."
Every young woman wants to marry Aryan Sheikh, the young, handsome Prince and a self-made businessman. His eyes are set on Yasmin Omer, the girl who has re...
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Wessam Castle – 21st December 2014
THE MIDDAY SUN shone bright when Aryan's eyes opened. Curtains in his room were tied at the sides giving a view of the light blue sky. His miniature alarm that should have rung its usual wakeup call shattered on the tiles. A vague and blurry memory of him throwing it away for disturbing his sleep came to mind.
His hand instead reached to grab his phone that indicated 11:15 a.m. He inhaled and stretched his arms high above his head, letting out a big yawn.
Last night has been wonderful yet worn out. She disappeared into thin air in a horse carriage while he drove his Bugatti, the fastest car in the country. Laughing like a maniac, he punched the steering wheel several time.
"I never left Prince Aryan. It's you whose dreams lie far from his home."
She indeed proved to be very familiar with a country he is supposed to rule one day.
By the time he returned back to the castle, the ball ended. Everyone called the night off though the security and policemen had to keep paparazzi away as the Prince did not reveal his future bride.
A very interesting headline for the newspaper: Prince Charming is more like Prince Pinocchio
Having no other choice, he had ditched his Armani tuxedo for silk pajamas and plopped on the mattress.
Aryan blinked and dragged his body out of bed. No need to flick the light switch as the natural one brightened the glazed ceramic bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face, little shivers rising on his neck and showered as quick possible since his stomach grumbled like a hungry lion.
Walking down the stairs for either a super late breakfast or a normal lunch, he noticed all the elders and his sister had gathered. He cannot blame the kids for sleeping till late when he has been breaking the rules. No one seemed to mind his presence as they were too busy replacing a missed meal.
The health conscious man who always goes for salad included in his meal decided to go for fats and cholesterol. His stomach growled again attracting the attention of his father who himself looked he could use more sleep after eating.
He filled his plate with three big pieces of lamb cutlets, pita breads and grabbing some French fries here and there. By the time he finished, he sat alone at the table.
"I can see your six pack abs running for the hills," Aliyah joked.
"I starved like a wolf."
"Hmm, the elders are waiting for you in the usual room with their scalding English tea."
It translates to they have all the time in the world for you and business is about to be serious as cancer. An ugly burp escaped his mouth after drinking his last glass of Pepsi. The disgusted look on Aliyah's face did not go unnoticed before she turned to walk away.
