Her Arabian Prince episode 2 – 3

💙🌷💍
HER
ARABIAN
PRINCE
💙🌷💍

💙🌷~I work for him, he claims I’m his~💙🌷

★(An Arabic rom-nce series)★

© Biba writes (Do not copy or steal ❌❌)

💙🌷 Chapter Two 🌷💙

~💙 Muleekat 💙~

‘Maama, the..the…’ I struggled to say as my breath was almost seizing from the running i had done few minutes ago..

‘Calm down Leekat, do you want to kill yourself, sit’ Mama said offering me the small stool beside the well and sat I did..

‘So what is it??’ She asked

‘Maama, the scholarsh¡p exam, I passed the scholarsh¡p exam’ I said happily and she let out a sigh of relief..

‘Oh Allah, thank you for answering our prayers, this is really a great news’ She said.

‘What of Baffa!??’ I asked..

‘He is doing his usual supplements in his hut’

I know you are wondering…

Hut??, yes we live in a hut, all thanks to the death of my father and the cruelty of his family..

My father was a Fulani Herdsman who had many cows, sheep’s and goats..

He was successful and rich and we had everything we wanted..

Oopps, I haven’t even introduced myself.. .

My name is Muleekat Muhammad Imran, a fulani from the northern part of Nigeria, well my father passed away a long time ago when I was seven, due to the endless conflicts between the farmers and the Herdsmen…

After some days of his death, his brothers took all the properties including the cows, goats and sheeps and left us with just one cow..

We relocated here (Ibadan), where My father’s parents lived and maama managed to sell the cows milk while I roasted corn for sale..

Alhaji Garba was a childhood friend of my dad who supported us, he sponsored my education to the secondary level and now that I have gained a scholarsh¡p, it is a big success to him…

‘Call your Uncle and tell him, he would be very happy’ Baffa said with his old creaky voice .

Well Baffa was a name for ‘father’ in the fulani language, so since I had no father, I called my grand father Baffa..

🌷 (About an hour later)🌷

‘Oh Muleekat, you never seem to disappoint me, l really love you my child, may God continue to bless you’ Alhaji Garba said and I couldn’t help but blush..

‘Thank you, well the principal said we will be leaving next week’ I explained and he shook his head in understanding..

🏰(Kingdom of Saudi Arabia)🏰

~💙 Princess Ruqqoyya 💙~

I slight mo-n escaped from my l-ips as I lowered myself into the bath tub which was filled with roses and special Arabian cleansing perfumes…

It was really refreshing as the hot bath was tingling and refreshing..

I closed my eyes for a minute in ecstasy, letting it flow on my bare body…

The the image of Zaid came to my head and I could help but smile…

You will soon be mine Zaid, I can’t wait for us to get married, make babies and surf the Rhiyard together…

After some minutes of the hot baths, I wore my robe and walked out of the bathroom..

‘Soumayya, bring me my clothes’ I said rudely to the stupid and sluggish maid…

They are all so annoying, I mean she can’t even do things to please a princess, a princess like me…

She handed over the royal blue and pink dress which had some stripes of gold in it..

I want to look as pretty as ever, so the Prince notices me…

‘Soumayya, come here’

‘ye..yeahs ma’am’ she answers trembling like a chicken..

‘What are we having for dinner’

‘Well, the kitchen prepared Humus( a delicious meal made from chickpeas, tahini, garlic and lemon), Tubouleh( a meal similar to Humus), Kibbeh ( a meal of ground beef with onions and bulger)-‘

‘That’s enough, now tell me what happened before I arrived’

‘Well it was the Prince Zaid and his father, King Almustapha, they were talking about him getting married, and that he may get married to you when he fails to get a bride before the Eid festival’ She mouthed and for the first time, impressed me..

‘Is the Prince still in the palace??’…

‘Yes but he is about to leave for work’

‘Okay then, dress me up, I need to talk to him before he leaves’

‘Yes ma’am’

🌷(Minutes Later)🌷

‘Salam(hello) Zaid’ I said saucily as I winked at my stubborn cousin brother..

‘Salam Ruqqoyya, what is it, make it fast I have to be somewhere now’ He said to my annoyance and I gnashed my teeth in anger..

‘Oh, I thought I would say hi to you, I just arrived few hours ago’ I said smiling in pretence..

‘Its okay bye, Yalla (Come on)’ he said and I watched in anger how he walked into the royal ride leaving me stranded in anger…

What a stubborn man!!!!..

~💙 Prince Zaid💙~

‘So what are you saying Mr Hoffman, the PZA company is performing well’ I said as I furrowed by brows a bit..

‘Well you see, Mr Prince, the company is going bankrupt and sooner or later, we will have to sell your company as some shareholders and withdrawing from their shares’ he said repeatedly hitting his hands on the office table..

‘Rasheed, why haven’t you told me about this at all??’ I said calmly to my Arabian Shareholder..

‘I’m sorry sir, but the only way out is to get a new economist, that will be the only way to get the company back on its feet…’

I stared at the doc-ments before me for a while, wondering if there was a possible way out of this..

🌷(A week later)🌷

~💙 Muleekat 💙~

I finally was onboard in the plane which was to take me to the King Saud University of Saudi Arabia…

My luggages were filled perfectly above me on a stuff which I don’t know it name…

Well, this is the first time I am on a plane my wh0le life!!!…

And it’s way more creepier than I thought, my hands couldn’t stop trembling and it came to the notice of my neighbors…

He was an Arab guy from the looks as he looked so hairy and with a very light, what am I saying, White skin…

‘Its your first time right??’ He asked and I nodded in response..

‘Just hold onto something, close your eyes and take a deep breath’ he said and I kept trying till I finally felt better..

He was a cool guy and after some minutes of gist, he told me that he was into music and he just paid Nigeria a visit…

We had a long talk till the plane finally landed safely and we all went out…

We landed in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia and I was more nervous than excited…

Everyone was white and hærd a dark hair…

They were Muslims and non-muslims around..

They guys were Soo handsome and so were the women…

I quickly boarded a cab to the University and within some minutes, I arrived…

Ya Allah!!!, every where was Soo beautiful!!!, the sun was moderate and it seemed windy…

Finally in front of the University, they were heaps of people, both international and Arabian….

We (International students) were guided to a large hall for welcome…

‘You are all welcome to The United Arab Emirates, Saudi Arabia.. well this is a scholarsh¡p for you who have passed the exam…..

….

I have read it all on the fliers we were given by the principal and it was kinda boring to listen to them all over again so I took the opportunity to see around the hall…

I walked out rather recklessly and someone bumped into me…

I landed on the floor on my buttocks and I was ashamed as hell…

I slowly lifted my gaze from the ground and behold…

A handsome, angry face was staring at me…..

💙🌷💍
HER
ARABIAN
PRINCE
💙🌷💍

💙🌷~I work for him, he claims I’m his~💙🌷

★(An Arabic rom-nce series)★

© Biba writes (Do not copy or steal ❌❌)

🌷💙 Chapter Three 💙🌷

~💙 Muleekat 💙~

I bit my lower lip in shame as I slowly lifted my gaze from the marble floor and landed on a handsome, Arabian, angry face.

‘Can’t you watch where you’re going’ he fired with his deep masculine voice which seemed hoarse..

‘Ohh, I’m sorry..’ I said as I tried to get back on my feet but I stumbled and fell again..

I heard him scoff before he spoke up ‘You are a woman, you should know how to walk, always watch where you’re going’ He fired and I lowered my gaze back to the floor..

I have finished at this moment, I feel so disgraced..

‘I’m sorry Sir’

‘I’m not asking if you are sorry or not, this is not like your country, we have strict rules and we don’t behave recklessly’ He said..

‘Sorry about the commotion your highness’ One of the men who I presumed we’re his guards said..

Wait, did I hear that right??…

Your highness??!!!…

‘Yallah’

It was then I got to see his cloths..

He was dressed in a long white robe which had another black robes on top with some gold stripes around the sleeves..

He was really a Royalty, but I’m sure he’s not the king…

I’ve seen the king on many social media platforms and I’m hundred percent sure he isn’t…

But I felt bad anyway, can you imagine a very handsome creature looking at you with disgust…

This is bad, really bad!!..

But who is he to ruin my first day at school??..

I still have fun to catch and pictures to take so who the hell is he??..

It was then I noticed people around me..

So they were witnessing this wh0le madness!!!..

I am sooo gone!!…

I stood up in shame and walked to no where in wobbly legs..

I could feel eyes on me, and I could hear some murmurs..

I have disgraced myself and my country, just look at how he insulted me..

”Its like your country we have strict rules here” I recalled him say..

I really don’t like that so called Arabian Prince..

I finally sat on a small bench to catch my breath when two Arab girls came towards me..

I hope they are not here to make fun of me..

‘Salam, I’m Iqram and she’s Yasmin’ She said with a friendly smile as she stretched for a handshake..

‘Oh, Hi I’m Muleekat’ I said nervously shaking her hands..

One thing with me is that I get nervous around new things and even people…

🌷(Minutes Later)🌷

‘Well you are lucky he was in a good mood, if not you would be sent to the palace dungeon’ Yasmin said..

‘Why would he send me to his so called dungeon??, he doesn’t have the right to do that’ I said and they burst into laughter..

I looked at them with slight annoyance, did I say anything funny..

‘Well, from the rumours, I heard that anyone who disrespects the king will be punished to be maid, and speaking of maid, A bed maid’ She said and I quickly covered my l-ips with my palms..

A bed maid??…

Seriously what is wrong with this Arabs???…

‘So you are international right, well the University doesn’t offer hostels for international students so I think you have to rent an apartment’ Iqram said..

‘You don’t have to worry, you can stay with me in my apartment’ Yasmin giggled.

‘Oh Yasmin, tell her already’ Iqram..

‘Um Miss Leeqat, can we take a pic, I really adore your dark African beauty’ she said..

Wait, like seriously… me???..

Dark!!!???…

I was called Oyinbo in my country because of my light skin color and now she says she loves my ‘dark African beauty’..

Snap out of it Muleekat!!…

‘Oh sure’ I said and we took some pictures…

‘My apartment is here, down that eatery, so when you are done, you are free to come’ Yasmin said..

Actually, I wanted to get an apartment of my own since I had cash, but then, I’m starving..

I need to get some food, although I had some on the plane..

I shoved my hands into my pocket as I walked down the streets..

It was so beautiful and org-nized, no dirt on the road..

Shops side to side and even saloons!!..

They all looked well org-nized and I couldn’t help but wonder why my country isn’t like this..

I kept walking to find an open restaurant because most of the were closed…

I felt like someone was following me and I stopped to check..

They were some men walking briskly after me and my heart began racing..

What do they want from me???..

A part of my head was telling me to run and a part was stuck..

I finally began to run and a car stopped in front of me and I was dragged in..

I could remember squeaking like a mouse before blacking out..

~💙 Princess Ruqqoyya 💙~

‘Father, he wouldn’t even look at me’ I said with a pouted lip as I complained to my daddy..

‘Just have patience my dear’ he said taking a sip of his ginger tea..

‘Are you sure about this, I really want him’ I begged and I walked and sat towards him..

“You’re a Princess Ruqqoyya, you get everything you want.. my brother is pestering his son to get married, so now I will just have to convince him, don’t worry’ he said and he restored my happiness..

‘You’re the best Dad’ I said as I hugged him..

‘I love you too my child’

~💙 Prince Nawaz 💙~

I let out a sigh as I knocked the door for the hundredth time..

‘Coming’ I heard.

Jace opened the door smiled at me before speaking up

‘whats up buddy’.

‘I just wanted you to accompany me t-‘ I stopped as I sighted a crying lady on his bed..

‘Who’s she’

‘Oh, she’s the dancer, trust me she’s hotter than she looks’ He grunted..

‘Take her back to the Dance house when you’re done with her..’ i said.

‘Fine, so what’s up’

‘I want you to accompany me to horse riding later’ I said.

‘Sure man’ he said grinning with his white teeth..

~💙 Muleekat 💙~

I woke up feeling a slight headache banging in my head..

‘she’s awake guys, time to have fun’ he said as he lurked forward..

It was then I recalled that I was kidnapped by them…

‘W…w .what are you doing’ I asked with a trembling voice..

‘Something tingling and pleasurable’ he said and he pushed me on the bed..

Soon it he on the bed and was trying to undo the ties of my cloths..

I began to scre-m out seeking for help…

He gave me blows to silence me but I proved stubborn…

He was about to do the worst when someone spoke..

‘Get off her!!!’

TBC ♥️…

Who do you think is that….???