The Empire: Love And Royalty.

The Empire: Breaking Barriers.

Muneerah's POV.

I feel like this is a freaking contract wedding even though I know it's similar to it but it feels so fake and unbearable.

I avoid having conversations with Muhammad and unfortunately always bump into Habib. It's frustrating when you don't know where you stand in people's lives.

Are you a pawn or a part of their lives?

"Still thinking?" Salma asks me.

And then there is Salma, she's threatened by me, she thinks her husband is interested in me and so always tries to meet up and talk just so she can pick up a few things so maybe he might really start liking her too.

I feel bad for her.
What he likes about me—She'll never have it. Sometimes you're just born with something and no matter how hard you try you cannot change it.

He likes the fact that I don't care about what people think, I'm proud, brave, smart and I know and fight for what I want on the other hand Salma is the complete opposite.

I wish I could change that about her because she deserves better than all this. She deserves to be happy because she's a good person with a good heart.

"Is that something you constantly do?"
"No. I'm just a little tired today. I was hoping I'd just sleep in".

"We're going to a charity event tomorrow".
"Really?"

"Yeah but wives only".
"Great" I say sarcastically.

"I heard we would be introduced to Suleiman's new bride at the event"

I smile. They really want this revelation to be huge but I think it's better we switch it up a little.

"Before we head there how about we shop a little. Since it's a charity event we can't go empty handed".

"The Palace is in charge of setting up gifts for charity events" she smiles.
"What if we each got people something we actually like so they get to appreciate it more, don't you think?"

"Yes. That's a splendid idea".

Salma thinks everything I do is right, since her husband is always impressed by every move I make. She feels that if she follows my lead then he'll really start to appreciate her. But in a way I think it might work, it's just a long process and if it was me I wouldn't wait that long. But if I were her I wouldn't bother, I'd love nothing more than to leave this hell.

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"Wow!" Muhammed exclaims when I walk in the living room.

I was wearing an atamfa and obviously he was just exaggerating.
"You look amazing".

"Stop exaggerating, I look okay".
"Okay stay right there and don't move a muscle, I'll show you how good you look"

He picks up his phone and takes a picture.
"See" he hands me the phone.

I know I look great. In fact great is an understatement of the century.

"Nah. I'm not feeling myself" I lie.
"Really? Walk out that door and see how many people wouldn't drool. Including my brothers".

I smile "Yeah of course" I say sarcastically.
"What's with the sarcasm? Don't you believe me?"

"Nah I don't but we'll talk later I need to go". I pick up my purse and hurry out.

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Muneerah's POV.

We all walk out of our cars and stand in front of the bakery.
"What are we doing here exactly?" Maryam asks.
"We are buying our favourite ice cream and cakes for the children. We can't go there with just gifts obviously sent by the Palace".
I say smiling.