Muhammad smiled and walked over to the bed. He picked her up and placed her on the sofa, saying, "You're going to sleep here." She resisted and ran as fast as she could back to the bed. He groaned in annoyance and went to sit on the bed, stating, "You're so irritating." He grabbed some pillows and created a barrier between them, adding, "Since you're stubborn and won't sleep elsewhere, let me protect myself. Who knows what you'll do to me?"
Fatima couldn't help but snicker at Muhammad's thoughts. "So you mean I'll take advantage of you?"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "Yes, so I know you're a hooligan." In retaliation, she picked up a pillow and threw it at him, saying, "You're the hooligan, arrogant jerk." She then grabbed the jug of water from the bedside and drenched the entire bed by throwing it at him.
Muhammad looked at her in clear surprise and said, "Oh no, you didn't just throw water at me." Fatima couldn't help but laugh, but she had to admit he looked quite enticing now.
Without a word, he got up and headed to the bathroom. He filled a bucket with water and threw it at her. She pouted, saying, "Innalilahi, look what you've done. I'm soaking wet."
He retorted, "You didn't care about the consequences of your actions, and now you blame me."
In the midst of their playful banter, Fatima removed her hijab, momentarily forgetting about the skimpy dress she was wearing. Feeling Muhammad's intense gaze on her, she looked down and noticed her attire. She let out a whimper and hastily retreated into the walk-in closet, all while hearing him laugh at her. Surprisingly, a smile crept onto her lips, and she began to reconsider her initial judgment of him.
She changed into a fresh set of clothing and returned to the room, only to find that the mess they had created had disappeared, and the room was spotlessly clean. Muhammad was sitting on the bed, reading a book with majesty, and the barrier of pillows remained.
Rolling her eyes, she headed to her side of the bed. She lay down for a while, but then sat up and looked at Muhammad. She finally broke the silence with a question, "Why did you marry me, huh? Why did you marry me?"
Muhammad set aside the book and sat up properly, facing her. He let out a deep sigh and replied, "I married you for revenge." Fatima scoffed, "Revenge? For what? For spilling juice on you?"
Muhammad nodded, "Yes."
Fatima found it ridiculous, saying, "Don't be absurd. I know you married me to avoid marrying someone... Khadija, right?"
Muhammad explained, "You're right. I decided to show hostility toward you so that I wouldn't have to marry her. But why me?"
With a pained smile, Muhammad replied, "Sarauniya wants a daughter-in-law, and I can't marry Khadija for certain reasons. Coincidentally, I met you at the gala, and you fit the criteria for a queen. I'm sorry I had to do this to you, but it's for my family. I'm doing it for my mother and my sisters. Could you find it in your heart to forgive this prince?"
Fatima laughed, "I can't forgive you... yet. But I'll consider it if you agree to be friends."
Muhammad smiled and extended his hand to her, asking, "Friends?"
Fatima took his hand, shaking it firmly, and replied, "Friends, and yes, best friends, even though Mino will kill me for sure." They shared a moment of laughter.
Muhammad suggested they get some rest since it was getting late, and they had to greet the sultan and the other queens the next morning. They both lay on the bed, exchanging a mumbled "Good night, best friend."
The next morning, Muhammad woke up early to the serene ambiance. The sky was painted in shades of pink and orange, creating a magical horizon as the sun rose. The world awakened to the soft sounds of birds singing, and a gentle breeze carried the fragrance of blooming flowers.
Muhammad glanced at Fatima, who was pouting in her sleep. He got up, performed his ablutions, and woke her up. She groaned and rubbed her eyes, muttering her morning prayers. Afterward, they both prepared for the morning prayers.
Fatima joined Muhammad in spreading the prayer mat, and they prayed together. Muhammad's recitation of Surah Ar-Rahman was filled with a divine aura, and Fatima couldn't help but admire it. They recited their prayers and made their supplications.
Muhammad informed Fatima that they would be meeting the sultan and the other queens at 8:00. She agreed with an "Okay."
As the maids arrived to clean and cook, Fatima stopped them, insisting that she would clean their room and prepare breakfast while they handled the rest of the chores. The maids were initially hesitant but eventually complied with her request.
Fatima entered the kitchen, finding it impressive with its modern design, cool blue walls, and polished marble floors. The stainless steel appliances and white countertops made the kitchen an efficient setup for cooking. She noticed the ample storage space in the cabinetry, ideal for organizing kitchen utensils. The French door refrigerator and the compact blender and juicer caught her attention, making her feel cozy and comfortable.Taking charge of the kitchen, Fatima decided to prepare pancakes and orange juice. She squeezed fresh oranges for the juice before mixing the pancake batter. Afterward, she fried the pancakes in a pan, adding a touch of butter for flavor. The aroma of cooking filled the kitchen, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.Once she had finished preparing the breakfast, she placed it on the dining table and then went to call Muhammad.
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