Hamdan just held my hand and began to jog and sort of matched his pace. "Hamdan what's happening? Why are we here? Did something bad happen?"
That man did not even reply. Are we going back? Did something happen back home? Now I began to get worried.
I silently followed him. And we neared a first class immigration counter of Al Etihad Airways. Okayyyy Etihad doesn't land in Dubai. It lands in Abu Dhabi... Then where exactly are we going. "stop dragging me Hamdan!" I hiss.
"then walk faster." he plainly ordered.How dare he... Who the fuck is he to order me... Wait he is my husband and I'm his wife. Great. So we can order and do shit with each other right? No...
As we neared the counter. People began to turn and look at us. And before anyone could recognize us. We see uncle Saeed at the counter and Hamdan and I just show our faces. He hands us out boarding pass and we leave.
I am confused as hell as to why the secrecy, the urgency and most of all not even once was the effort made to answer my question. Maybe there was something serious. I rather keep my mouth shut.
As we began to head for the security check. "Hamdan could just stop for a minute and breathe and let me breathe, please stop dragging me, I can't catch up my feet hurts.", I say this time a little louder. I turned to see the immigration board. Etihad Airways to Seychelles. Seychelles?! What?
Hamdan jaw tightened," just shut up and walk faster. We will miss the flight. " he retorted louder than that. I was shocked and was about to say something when some people turned our way and notices when Hamdan got loud. That immediately shut me up.
I had seen shit and been around people whose words hit me hard. This shouldn't matter much to me. But coming from Hamdan's mouth it felt like I was stabbed with daggers. Never did I think he would do something like this in public or say something like this at all. Years began to sting my eyes. Just then we have an Etihad attendee come and escorted us.
Fuck!! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Fuck it Aairah. Don't! Don't you dare! Not now! Not here!
I quickly blink the intruders away. And I quicken the pace and match his as well. "Aairah look... I'm..."
"Look the security check is here. ", I say with a blank tone pointing at the check point.
We head to the V. I. P section and a buggy was waiting for us. We quickly climb and sit next to the attendee so Hamdan wouldn't be able to sit next to me.
It was a good 5 minute drive as she gave instruction to hold off the boarding so we could get in first.
As we arrive at the gates we are welcome by our in flight butler Leanne. Who escorted us into the aeroplane. It was huge just like Emirates. We climbed up and were located to front most cabin called the residence.there we received a welcome note from the pilot with our both initials in it. Leanne instructed us on the basic things of the aeroplane etiquette and handed us our special personalized gourmet menu and noise canceling headphones which I quickly put on.
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Prince Heartless
Fanfiction#No. 346 on what's hot list on 9th November 2016 Any girl would jump at the chance of getting married to the Crown Prince of the land of gold Dubai. But no not Aairah who calls Dubai home. Funloving, Sweet, Carefree independent and innocent to see...