Wishpered Promises Of LoVE

The FaCAdE

The same day, at the airport,
   an elegant lady was seen walking towards the entrance. She had sunglasses on while her face was covered with a mask. She was wearing a long black overcoat on top of her white top…her black leggings matched perfectly while her ankle black boots were complimenting her looks. Her head was covered with a white head scarf. All in all, she was looking gorgeous in her simple look.
    "Abid, did you do the work I had given you?"She asked the man who was walking behind her with two luggages.
   "Yes, Sayyida. According to your orders, I have taken the appointment for you for Mr. Tyler,"he said respectfully…sticking his eyes towards the floor while his head was bowed down to show respect.
   She nodded her head in acknowledgement. Her lips stretched in a smile which went unnoticed by everyone.
   "Where is our car?"She asked him once they reached outside the airport.
   "It should be here. I…I…"before he could finish his sentence a white Mercedes stopped in front of them..making the poor man named Abid to release the breath he was holding onto due to too much tension.
   After that car two more cars stopped in front of them…and almost immediately a British man came out of the second car.
    He bowed in front of her before speaking,"Your highness, our majesty his Imperial highness sent his best regards to the Princess of Oman.
   We warmly welcome you to our country, ma'am. And hope that you will enjoy your stay here."
   She nodded her head,"Please send my greetings to his Majesty.
   I hope within my stay here, I can get the honor to meet his Majesty."
  Though her voice was cold…but she didn't forget her values.
  "Of course, ma'am. Our majesty has expressed his wish to meet with her highness as well. Currently his highness is in another state for some work..hence I am here to receive you on his behalf."
   "Ma'am I'm Robin..your tour guide and your personal assistant for your stay in the UK.
   Hope you will like our country. This way please,"he said, opening the door of the marcedes for her to enter.
   She gracefully entered the car…while Abid gave the luggages to the bodyguards Robin brought along with him.
  Robin sat on the driver's seat and Abid engaged the passenger's seat.
   "Ma'am, if you don't mind me asking, do you want to go to the hotel you booked at first or somewhere else?"Robin asked to start the engine of the car.
   "Take me to Azan Inc. first,"she said in an ordering tone. Robin nodded his head as he started driving.
   "Sayyida, his Majesty is…is calling you. What shall I do?"Abid asked with a scared tone as he could feel how the temperature of the car suddenly dropped so low.
    She glared at Abid for raising this topic at this time…she wanted to lash out at him. But Robin's presence made her control her anger…she didn't want to discuss her personal life issues in front of a total stranger who knew nothing about her. After all, her image matters for her a lot.
   "Pass me the phone,"she uttered so coldly that a few shivers ran down Abid's spine. He didn't waste a single moment before passing her phone towards her..who once again passed him a death glare making him gulp his saliva.
   She almost snatched the phone from his hand before sliding the receive option..while she pressed a button beside her as a tinted glass partitioned her side from the two men sitting at the front. And it was a sound proof partition..making it impossible for the other party to hear anything from this side.
  Opening her face mask, she pressed the phone over her ear and the next moment she heard a road from the other side,"Ms. Fayza Firdaus…may I know where the hell you are right now?"
   "I am currently in the UK,"her straight cut answer was ready.
   "Are you fucking kidding me right now? Your marriage is going to be held here in a week…and you are in the UK? What the hell are you doing there?"The man on the phone growled at her. Immediately her hands turned into a fist while a dangerous expression crossed over her face.
  "As far as I remember, I had clearly denied that good for nothing marriage proposal. But I think the mighty king has lost his memory for good,"her voice was filled with sarcasm..but her facial expressions were nowhere near funny.
   Her jaw was clenched while her knuckles had already turned white…making her own nails to dig in her flesh.
   "Shut up, you mannerless girl. Is this the way you talk with your father?"The King hissed at his daughter's impoliteness.
   "Father? Father..you say? Ohh Allah! Mr. Rustom Bin Abu Tariq, please don't make me laugh for GOD's sake,"Fayza wiped the invisible tears from her almond eyes.
    "What…."
"No, for your kind information, you are not my father. You can never be. You just brought us into this world…that's it. For me, you are nothing more than that.
  I never considered you as my father just the same way, you never considered me as your daughter…and I'm actually quite thankful for that. Because death is far better than getting called the daughter of a disgusting man like you. So, stop disrespecting the word Father by calling yourself as one,"she spat venomously.
   "But isn't it the supreme truth which you can never erase? Aren't you still called my daughter…my blood? The princess tag you flaunt over so much…don't forget that you got that because I, your father is the king,"He asked…a disgusting smirk was seen playing in his lips.
   "No, I have my own identity which I created by my hard work..over the years. As for the title of the Princess…no it's not your credit as well.
   I got the title because royalty runs through my veins. If my grandpa didn't pity you and gave you the throne of Oman…I would have still been called as the Princess being the member of the royal family..but then you would not have the title as the King that you flaunt so much, you know?"She outright insulted the man who was her father.
   "YOU? I see you are trying to walk on the path your sister walked on…did you forget what happened to her?
   I will make sure you end up worse than her..if you keep disobeying me like my elder daughter…Zer…."before he could complete she roared at him this time,"Don't you dare…don't you freaking take my sister's name with that disgusting mouth of yours,"she yelled at him.
   "And if you have that much guts..bring it on what you can do. I would also like to see…till how low can you stoop?
   My sister had a weakness..that was me and Fahim…and you took full advantage of her love for us. But I, Fayza Firdaus don't have any weaknesses, Mr. Tariq. So, stop threatening me over the phone…and bring it on if you can,"with that saying Fayza cut the call…not giving another chance for her father to speak anything more.
   She clutched the phone so tightly in her hands that it seemed she would break it anytime soon. But a ping sound saved the phone from future damage.
  As she took two deep breaths to calm down her raging nerves…before she clicked on the text notification. A sly smirk made its way to her lips as she looked at her phone intently.
   "We will meet soon, Ms. Azel Edward. After all, you have something that is very dear and precious to me. And I am not generous enough to lend my things to others.
   Smile as much as you can…because in the nearing days tears are going to be your only companion, I promise you that,"she mumbled looking at Azel's pic that was on her phone with the whole biography of Azel.
   Fayza closed her eyes while leaning her head on the car's seat,"Don't let others snatch what is rightfully yours, Fay. This world is too vicious…and in order to survive here you need to be strong as strong as an iron wall where emotions can't always get the best of you.
   Because the more you will show your emotions to others people will take more advantage of your weakness.
   People will call you cruel when you would have your ways with life, but sometimes cruelty is better than vulnerability. Don't let your guards down even for a single second..because the moment you will do so, your very close one will slay you with your very own sword,"Fayza could hear the slow whispers once again…which she always hears whenever she feels she is going to break down. A lone tear escaped her closed eyes…only the closed doors of the car saw a vulnerable girl behind the facade of the ruthless Princess.