Married to Prince Khaleefah

Ayrah knew him. 22.

" It's been announced! " one of my dad's sisters said and they all yodeled. It's a funny thing we haven't actually seen the groom. He had to go around and get things and only came last night. In fact his name was unknown to me. I only knew his name was Khaleefah and nothing else.

" Quickly, get dressed for the dinner. " The dinner was where I was going to finally meet my prince charming.

My makeup was redone and I changed my Lafaya to a ball gown with matching veil and heavy jewelry.

I was quiet all through, since I've cried all the tears left in my body.
What would I even cry for? A mother who doesn't love me ? A sister who wants my doom? A brother who cut all ties with me? Brothers who couldn't even attend their youngest sisters wedding?

I only had two reasons for crying, Sultan and dad. Probably Amjad. I felt bad for him and I knew I wasn't fair but... I couldn't let my dad refuse his dying friend's wish.

" Come on, escort her to the car. " Aunt Hannah told Ayrah who refused directly.

" Why me? They're other girls here. "

" Shut up! Escort her to the car now! "
Ayrah hissed and went with me to the car.

" Gosh I just hate you, at least you're leaving this house now. " I rolled my eyes and kept staring at the road, my other cousins whispering at the back of the Jeep.

They teased me and forget blushing, I was annoyed by it.

When we got down the car, I was shocked seeing media reporters everywhere but I kept on going. Ayrah too was shocked and shamelessly gawked at the design.

" Does your Prince Charming have a brother. " she said with seriousness and I only chuckled dryly.

My cousins get gawking at the hall while I just kept walking. Soon, I bumped into a guy and my eyes shot out of my sockets.

" Mukhtar?! "

" What are you doing here? As if you've not already... Wait... " he said and analyzed my dress then continued.

" My brother chose you. "

What the? Is he going to be my brother in law. I built up confidence and said.

" At least there's a way to ruin your life. " His brows curved and he walked away.

" Who was that? " Ayrah asked dreamily and I smiled then said.

" A terrible person. "

I looked around for Salma and she rushed towards me.

" Humayra, oh my God it's you? "

" I guess so. "

" I thought ... Never mind. It's my job to lead you inside." She said and pulled me with her, ushering me into the hall. If Mukhtar was my husband's brother then Prince Khalifa might be here, that's the reason for so much security.

As she pulled me behind her, we bumped into an old Lady with splitting resemblance to Salma.

" Mum? You came? "

" Is this how to behave? As the Prince's cousin you behave like a child. She is the bride and she is supposed to be brought with pride but here you are... " the mother spat and left.

" My mum is always after my neck. Complaining about everything I do. Probably because she's the Emir's sister. "

So she was royalty too? I mean without Mukhtar as a husband.

" Let's just go. " she said and we walked in majestically and boom! I saw my husband looking all handsome. How did I know? Our dresses matched.

" Presenting your husband... Prince Khalifah. "