Royalty Gone Bad

Writer’s POV:

An amused Asahd poked his head in first, looking around the apartment to make sure Djafar wasn’t seated there.

Saïda was behind him in the corridor, biting her finger and hoping her father wasn’t awake. She’d kept her phone off throughout and when she’d put it on, she got notifications from about five of her father’s missed calls.

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The apartment was completely dark, meaning Djafar had long retired to bed.

“Is he there?” Saïda whispered.

“No. Let’s go in,” Asahd replied. “Shhh.”

They tiptoed into the apartment and Saïda quietly and carefully locked the door behind her.

They started making their way through the furniture to get to their rooms. Everything was fine until in the dark, Saïda hit her leg against a chair and it made her trip over. Asahd, at the exact same moment, who’d heard the noise from the chair, was turning to ask Saïda to quiet down and was taken by surprise at a falling Saïda.

She fell forward and before Asahd could stabilise himself and catch her, she fell on him. Though he succeeded in wrapping his arms around her, it was still unexpected and in the dark, he lost balance and fell from Saïda’s weight. They landed on the carpet with a heavy thud, Saïda on top of Asahd who’d hit part of his head against a chair while falling.

She was fast enough to put a hand over his mouth, muffling his groan of pain.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry,” she gasped, automatically rubbing that part of his head.

He couldn’t blame her. The apartment was completely dark.

“I’ll- I’ll survive. Hopefully we don’t wake Djafar,” Asahd whispered.

“Hopefully.”

Just then, both realised how they were positioned. Saïda’s knees and thighs rested at his sides, like she was straddling him. Asahd had his arms around her lower waist and his right hand was a little too low, resting at the top of her butt.

She sat up immediately and at the same moment, Asahd hurriedly took his arms and hands off her. She got off him and stood. He got up right after.

“We should rush to our rooms before he hears more noise,” Saïda whispered and carefully tiptoed her way towards her door, in the dark.

Asahd did same, going in search of his door.

“If my father asks me questions tomorrow, which he definitely will, you’ve got my back, right?”

“Sure. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

He waited for her to enter her room and then he stepped into his.

“Time for me to get rid of these wet clothes,” he said to himself.

***

The next day, as expected, Djafar questioned his daughter and scolded her for keeping her phone off the previous night. Asahd stepped in for her though and explained to Djafar that he had invited her to the movies and because they were in the theatre, they had to keep their phones off. He asked Djafar not to get angry with Saïda. Djafar eventually let it go.

***

That night, Asahd called Saïda to his room.

“Yes?” she sat on his bed and stared up at him. He had two shirts in his hands.

“Which of these two cheap and pathetic shirts would look best on me?” he mused.

“You’re terrible. They’re great.”

“Nothing compared to my clothes that you abandoned in Zagreh!” he picked a pillow and threw it in her face. She laughed.

“Good for you.”

his

“So which?”

it’s cute how you are dressing to

in

Fashion has always been at the top of my

impressing Allison. He was doing that to get everyone’s attention, which

to impress me. It shouldn’t

you fall in love. Hopefully with Allison. I swear, Asahd, you’ll wear the best clothes around her. Just to impress

whatever. Didn’t call you here for a

Wear the first

“Why?”

They’re both beautiful shirts but I like the first most especially

blue shirt away. “Because you chose that one, I’ll

head in amusement and picked the blue shirt. Asahd watched her silently make her way to the door and open it. Before stepping out, she said in the most

pick what I would chose and so I

a little and

the blue

“Nope,” she rushed out.

gave the shirt back. Only problem was, it was soaked with water. “Are you

with your eyes. You’ll thank me later," she mused and

***

beat when she saw Asahd walk down

gave her a warm hug. Allison melted on the inside. His sweet smell caused goosebumps on

her head to look at

“I’m good.”

like your shirt. Goes with your eyes,” she complimented

kid was right,′ he thought, referring

you. You look

“Thanks,” she blushed.

then.

hope you won’t mind

what you want to

“You’re sweet.”

***

Asahd’s POV:

fuck am

the movie Allison had chosen, yet I was beginning to regret. She’d chosen a romantic tragedy. A tragedy! If it was a normal romantic movie or even a romantic comedy, it would’ve been cool. But it was a tragedy. Someone was going to die at the end for sure.

whispered and

“Yeah.”

She giggled.

don’t like it. It’s written all

chuckled and she

won’t force you to finish it. I have two options. Pick. Either we leave and watch another movie they’re projecting tonight, or,

that,” I mused. It pleased

again,” she said

few angry

I whispered and grabbed her hand. “C’mon.

“Oki.”

and leading us out of that boring

***

movie was way better and we left the theatres, laughing and in a better mood. We were chatting and walking down the streets, in search of a fast food restaurant when Allison held my hand in hers. I smiled at her and

“I love your smile.”

“Thank you, Asahd.”

little distance and found a restaurant. We got in, ordered and sat down to eat. Allison told me about herself and so far, she’d said nothing that could drive me away.

Tell me about you, Asahd,” she said, wiping the

in a month

country or