Prince Heartless

CHAPTER 62: The One With The Prince Heartless.

Eid was fast approaching and so was Hamdan's birthday. Although he didn't celebrate his birthday with pomp and show. His siblings would often gift him things and for the sake of his nieces and nephews, there would be a mini cake cutting where the kids would cut his cake.

Aairah had been working on since they got engaged, on a painting large enough to fit his office wall where his desk faces. So every time he faces ahead. There would be a smile on his face. it was the painting of his first pony he had begun to ride when he was 4 years old. He especially loved anything handmade. so she had decided to paint the entire thing with her fingers. it was a good distraction for her during this difficult time. Hamdan's words and accusation made it worse yet she still continued with the project. somewhere in the corner of her heart, he would forgive her for her lies. Despite plenty of her calls to communicate with him, they were rejected. she prayed during the 5 prayers that he hears her out, to the point where she would cry herself to sleep.

cancer made her more sensitive to emotions and they were all over the place. Feeling of stress and anxiety took over so much that she didn't feel like eating or there would be constant vomiting. She would feel shaky, weak and dizzy and she missed Hamdan.
How should I make him listen to was all that she could think of.
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It had been 3 days since Hamdan arrived and he kept himself busy either in his office or visiting the stables. He would stop by their spot and just ride away regretting the decisions he made in the past. 'why Aairah?' he would often question himself. When it was late at night and he would be in his office Aairah would come with 2 mugs of either her specialty or just coffee. . He would rebuff her or wouldn't even let her into his room. He would sleep in the guest bedroom.

Even despite her deteriorating health she managed things pretty well for him and not even once let him think that she was this ill... Makeup doesn't just cover imperfections, she managed to cover her pain as well. Nobody suspected a thing as her beautiful hair fell. Her hijab not only protects her from eyes that view women with or without one in disdain. It protected her from hurting her loved ones with the news of her health. She fought hard to put up a strong front for her people. But inside she was losing the battle of her health and her heart. Day and night she prayed for her unborn babies and her first and only love to be hers again. She was often found by Cecilia crying on her prayer mat. And Cecilia felt like she was losing her child. Both women felt helpless. Both women were scared.

He had not only became a bitter person he became blind with anger and revenge, hell bent on making Aairah's life miserable that he didn't notice how hard she tried to hide her illness from him. That would eventually break him if he knew. So bitter, that Aairah wondered wether he had a heart. The permit for her parents to visit regularly was canceled. Calls reduced to a shocking point of once a month. He reduced the number of staff. Except for Cecilia... He kept her for the kitchen department and forbid her to converse with Aairah. She was banned from going outside the perimeter of the house, though she was often found in the garden, planting some saplings. He took over her work and forbid her from interfering in any of the matters. Eid came and went and that was the last time she saw her family and friends.

There were fights where Aairah would yell and beg him to hear her out. She would say that she never saw Rashid as anything more than a friend. She truly loved Hamdan and the twins were theirs. But never did he once waver to even listen to her... How Sheikha twisted his mind was commendable. He had become a puppet. Soon he began to find faults in how Aairah looked. Makeup wasnt good enough, the dressing wasn't right. He kept pointing out her weight. And because of her illness and Hamdan, she hit an all-time low and entered a stage of depression.

It had been some weeks since her treatment with chemotherapy she secretly went to stopped. She had completely forgotten about Ajay's jacket. Hamdan said that he would only allow her to speak to him about everything only if she abides by his rules. That's when Cecilia secretly got the necessities for her at home treatment arranged. Cecilia hated how Hamdan treated Aairah and would try to convince him to talk to her. One day she lost her temper and yelled at Hamdan for the first time in his 30 years. And that's when he said the unthinkable... 'Ms. Cecilia, I hope you know your post and position in this house. I would like you to stay there.' the poor old lady cried herself and Aairah tried to console her and asked her to leave the household after the insult. But the kind woman stayed for Aairah's health sake.