#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...
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Aairah managed to complete the painting despite the growing resentment for Hamdan. A large part of her was relying on this hope that it would soften his heart a little. Maybe this would somewhere in his heart make him believe even a little that she loves him and only him. And she would never even in her dreams do something like this.
As always everyday since they had been married she recorded a video either singing to him, either reciting a poem she wrote for them and the family, a small message. But lately as their relationship felt apart so did she and it showed in her videos where she sang. Today she recorded herself singing that showed she was on the verge of giving up and she didn't want to. It showed her pain. Her fear of maybe not making it alive. Her fear for them and their unborn children. She did a small prayer to herself before singing. She was pained and she was letting her heart out. She switched on the camera and pressed record.
'Assalamualaikum my love.' a small smile appeared on her face. She slowly wiped her make off and took her scarf off revealing her almost bald head with sparse patches of hair on her head.She takes a deep breath before singing. . . . She sniffs as she begins to speak... And soon shuts the camera off. Recalling the phone conversation she had earlier with her doctor... That the chances of both her children and she had a slim chance of survival.
She got ready in plain powder blue gown with a matching scarf. No embellishments... Nothing what so ever. (this has sleeves)
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Her mind constantly running the conversation between her and the doctor over and over again. 'please keep them safe. Please let them not feel any pain. Please let them not feel any pain. Please keep me safe and strong until they are born, then you can take me away. Please... What am I going to do! what about mum and dad and brother and sisters and the girls!? What about Mia.?'she prayed to herself.
Smile! She told herself... It's your husband's birthday... Smile Aairah you can do it. She looked at herself one last time at the mirror and rubbed her swollen belly a sad smile spread across her lips and left the room.'Okay here we go'... . . . . It was in his informal living room that the small get together held. Not everyone from his close family were there, his mother, father(surprisingly), Haya, Jalilah (4year old daughter of haya and Mohammed) Maktoum, Ahmed, Maryam, Maitha and Futaim were present. Instantly the practiced smile with the help of her genuine feelings for them took place. She tried hard not to tear up as Cecilia came close and stood behind her. Hamdan's jaw tightened and his smile faded so did hers as she met his hateful gaze. This didn't go unnoticed by the 3 senior royalties. Hamdan quickly pasted on a smile as everyone rushed towards her. He got up and walked towards her and gave her his hand. She looked up at his soft smiling face which held so much hatred. She smiled back and took his hand gently. He walked and sat her in an empty seat among the family and head towards his seat separately. A frown forming on both Mohammed and Aairah's face and soon the remnants of her smile fell as she saw Sheikha already sitting on the seat beside him. Everyone quieted and the awkward silence was broken by Maryam.
