The Royal Love

Listen to your heart

Third Person's POV

Hala was packing her luggage when she heard the sound of door knock.

"Hussein you? Come, come inside!" Hala said while giving space to Hussein to come.

"So have you packed your luggage?" Hussein asked. Both were sitting on sofas facing eachother.

"Almost, you want something?" Hala asked being a good host.

"Yeah, black coffee". Hussein replied sheepishly because he knew Hala hate black coffee.

"Ya Allah Hussein, sometimes I wonder how do you drink that stuff so abundantly?" Hala asked

"You should try sometimes, its not that bad". Hussein exclaimed.

"No thank you, Your Highness." Hala mocked him.

Both were having their juice and coffee when Hussein cleared his throat.

"Hala?" Hussein called her.

"Yes?" Hala replied.

"I want to ask something?"

"Yeah, go ahead!"

"I..... I mean you and I...."

"Yes you and me?

"I mean we both know eachother for quite a time now soo...

"Soo?"

"So I want to tell you that. Ugh God, listen I'm not very good at this so I'll be coming straight to the point, I want to marry you. Will you marry me?"

"Whaatt?"

"Listen, don't freak out, take your time, think about it and then tell me."

Hala's POV

I was sitting in my car inhaling deep breaths. I had to answer Hussein today about his proposal. I thought a lot about it since the past two days. It was all over my mind. I felt all sort of emotions in the past 2 days. I felt happy, excited, honored, shocked but the one emotion that clouded all others was FEAR. The fear of his title, the media scrutiny, the continuous criticism, heavy burden of responsibilities.

I thought about everything. Was I ready to risk my sanity? Finally, I decided something and I was there to tell it to Hussein.

I opened the door and he was sitting near window looking outside. He was looking cute like always. He is handsome but the cuteness is overloaded in his features. I smiled and walked towards him. He was fumbling with his watch, a weird habit that I always found cute.

“Hii”. I said while sitting on chair infront of him.

“Hey”, Hussein said while giving me, his best smile. My heart skipped a beat watching his dimple. Why this little thing which was so hard to even notice had so much effect on me?

We chatted for a few minutes when I cleared my throat.

“You know Hussein when I came here to live. I felt so lonely in the 1st few months. I missed home, family, my traditional food, my friends. I missed everything. I regreted my decisions. I thought, I made a bad decision. I was not even good at work, you scolded me so hard.” Hussein chuckled on my confession.