Her Arabiam Prince episode 1
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HER
ARABIAN
PRINCE
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💙🌷~I work for him, he claims I’m his~🌷💙
★(An Arabic rom-nce series)★
©Biba writes ( Do not copy or steal❌❌)
💙💍 PROLOGUE 💙💍
He is the price of the Saudi Arabia, Handsome, rich, smart generous and kind..
He has a son and daughter (twins) but unfortunately looses their mother, his lovely wife during childbirth..
He becomes cold and arrogant, bitter and depressed and shifted all his attention to his business and giving a permanent goodbye to him love life..
He is Prince Zaid Almustapha Zubair..
Who is she???….
She is Muleekat Muhammad a young school girl who gains a Scholarsh¡p to study abroad in the University of Saudi Arabia… A rare opportunity!!!
She is smart, intelligent and virtuous..
She is a Nigerian and also a Fulani beauty!!!
What happens when Muleekat saves The Prince’s company with her awesome economic skills..
Will the arrogant, bittered and depressed prince ever look at her side..???
Will she be the first to fall for the prince??…
What will happen when the Prince’s younger brother, Prince Nawaz picks interest in his brothers worker??
What will happen when his kids fall for her..??…
Will he ever get over the death of his wife???…
Love, betrayal, jealous and hatred are filled…
💙💍 CHAPTER ONE 💙💍
💙Prince Zaid💙
‘You don’t have to fall in love with her, just get a wife Zayd’ Father said for the hundredth time..
Can’t he just let me live my life without a woman, can’t I make my choices??..
‘I am talking to you Zaid!!’ he said adjusting his Alkebba (Head gear)
I let out an inaudible sigh before turning towards him..
‘Okay father’
‘Not okay father!!!, you are thirty eight Zaid, your are thirty eight for Allah’s sake, yes your wife passed away but you have to move on..its been seven years Zaid, I’ve lost your mother for twenty five years now and here i am!!!!,I give you now till the Eid festival to find a bride or you’ll get married to your cousin, Ruqqoyya’ He said and in an instance, I arched my brows..
Ruqqoyya!!?? there’s no way I’m getting married to that whimp!!!…
‘I’ll be in my Chambers’ I hissed walking away and leaving my father with other sultans as they murmured endlessly..
I am Prince Zaid Almustapha Zubair, crown prince of the United Arab Emirates, a second bachelor and a father of two kids..
One thing about me is that, I never apologize to anyone, not even my mother…
My Abbi (father) keeps disturbing himself about me getting married but that will never happen…
I have sworn not to get married again after the misfortune I have been through..
Yes they say I’m cold, well I love it and no one is going to change it…
I walked into my Chambers which had a strong scent of Arab special perfumes…
It was clean, neat and we’ll furnished as always, but then something was missing…
Something that never fails to make me shed tears all the time..
‘Afrah!!!’ I called out..
‘Yes your highness’ she answers with a bow..
‘Send the kids to my chambers’ I said bluntly before walking into my room..
(Some minutes Later)
‘Abbi, When is ummi coming home??’ my daughter said innocently..
Ohh death, why did you ever have to come into my life???….
What word should I use to console this children??…
‘Yes Abbi, You always say that she would come but she never came’ Her twin, Nazan said…
‘But Abbi is here okay, aren’t you happy with Abbi??’ I asked coilishly lifting my gaze only to see Afrah watching us..
‘We love Abbi sooo much, Abbi let’s play a game’ Zahra said picking up my iPhone…
Right now I don’t know what to feel, I am heartbroken and shattered…
She is gone and gone forever…!!
💙Prince Nawaz 💙
I chuckled as I took a sip of my shaayi tea which had some cloves and dry ginger as I watched the girls dance to the ancient Arabian drum…
Their h¡ps broke in movement in rhythm….
One of the girl danced slowly and sed-ctively towards me to show respect..
She was wearing a nose veil like every other dancer but she was prettier and also danced perfectly…
‘Arab girls are really saucy’ My american friend Jace said in excitement…
‘Yeah’ I said shifting my gaze back to dancers..
‘I want the one with the black veil’ Jace said and I furrowed my brows a little..
She was the pretty dancer who had danced towards me earlier..
I signalled the drummers to stop dropping my cup..
‘Hey you’ I said pointing her with my chin…
‘Yes you b*tch’ Jace said..
She walked rather reluctantly towards us with nervousness around her face…
‘He wants you’ I said to her and she quickly shifted her gaze to Jace…
‘But he’s not-‘ she complained almost in tears..
‘Do you want to loose your job??’ I asked..
She shook her head vigorously…
‘Thanks man’ Jace said as he held her hand and they walked away till they were out of sight…
I am Prince Nawaz of the United Arab Emirates, well you know as a prince, I’m handsome, rich and also kinda rude..
I am young and I spend my day, drinking my favourite Clover tea, clubbing or horse riding…
Life’s good and you just have to live it ..
Well my relationsh¡p status is sh*t, I don’t date girls, I use them…
I am the total opposite of my brother, Prince Zaid…
💙 Muleekat 💙
I let out a muffled sigh as I dropped the hand fan on the floor..
I have been trying to set this charcoal for almost an hour but it all proved futile..
The charcoal was damp and never allowed the matches do it work perfectly, instead the little water in the charcoal will turn it off…
I looked at the bag of corns which were not too far away from me, they have been there waiting for me to roast them but still I couldn’t put on the charcoal..
Suddenly my phone began ringing to my annoyance..
‘Who could that be??’ I gro-ned before checking and my frowns changed into smiles..
It was the school number and they have probably called me to inform me about the scholarsh¡p stuff…
Actually I wrote a scholarsh¡p world wide exam which I hope I will be able to pass and study my dream course..
‘📲 Muleekat Muhammad right??’ the farmilair principal’s voice said.
‘📱yes..ye…as ‘ I said trying hærd to breath well, the happiness was unsayable..
‘📲 Congratulations!!, you have gained a scholarsh¡p to study at the University of Saudi Arabia, well done Muleekat, you always make me proud’ She said and I couldn’t express the happiness…
I hurried ran home to deliver the news forgetting charcoal and the bag of corns…
Maama has to hear this!!!, baffa also!!….
TBC ♥️…
Awwn, Muleekat just got a scholarsh¡p…
She even forgot her corns and charcoal…🤣🤣🤣…
The prince thinks he will never fall in love and get married again..🤔
Do you think that will last ..
What do you think about the Prince Nawaz???….
How was this for a start…