This is a cluster of fan fictions on the Crown Prince of Dubai, Sheikh Hamdan, also known as Fazza.
Fazza has a huge family, is very athletic and very hot. It is an attempt to assume and portray different versions of him. In some, he might be portr...
Wrestling with fellow classmates and their bags, he managed to savagely exit the gate. His feet impatiently galloped towards the black jeep. The same black jeep which is currently hosting his source of love in life. The only ethereal love that he had ever experienced. Wiping the trickling sweat, he strode towards the jeep. His imaginative faculty had never failed him. He was right yet again. As he approached the jeep, he could see the reflection of his love in the mirror. As anticipated, his love got out of the jeep, kneeled and stretched out arms wide open. That was all he needed. He immediately took refuge in the caring and protective arms of his love. The act always seemed to satisfy both the souls.
"How are you now feeling?" The soft look in his love's eyes melted him.
"Don't you first want to ask how I performed in the exam?" He crossed his arms.
"Come, let's sit in the jeep. You must be tired. Let's talk about it on our way home." With that, both of them got into the jeep.
"Did you feel dizzy or anything such as that in the exam hall?"
His love's questions always seemed to be about his health or happiness. How typical.
"Not much. I felt a little bit of imbalance but, that was only for about two or three seconds. I feel better now that you're with me here."
"And you decided to run all the way to the jeep? How could you?" with a frown asked his love.
"Papa, I know that all will be well when you're with me. I knew perfectly well that nothing could ever happen to me when you're by my side."
"Yallah! Rashid, the doctor has clearly dictated that you shouldn't waste your energy." Hamdan rested his forehead on his right arm.
Rashid pulled his father's arm and wrapped it around him. He rested his head on his Papa's shoulders. Hamdan kissed his son's head and within no time both slipped into a warm loving sleep.
This, this was their heavenly abode. An over protective Papa and a son to whom his father is no less than an angel. This was also their life. Only the two of them against the world. The father personified love in his son while the son personified love in his father. They had sailed through sandstorms, stood through hailstorms and were sure of their love being stable under any situation. They knew that they would undoubtedly have to face many more hurdles. But, they were not least afraid as both had each other as their strength and resource. This was their world.
As the jeep stopped, Papa Hamdan woke up to see his son in a deep slumber. Hamdan lifted his son just as one would lift a flower and carried him to their bedroom.
They shared a bedroom. It is not uncommon for young children to have their own rooms. But, this father-son duo did not want any sort of barriers between them. After all, they had nobody else to share their life with.
Hamdan laid down his son slowly and sat on the bed. He slowly caressed his son's hair and started humming. As Hamdan stared at his son just like how he does everyday, he saw his own carbon copy sleeping peacefully. Rashid was a carbon copy of his father. If one were to place Rashid's photo next to Hamdan's childhood picture, one would never be able to tell the difference.
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