Yasmeen never imagined her father would marry her off to Khaleel-a man she barely knows, a stranger with sharp eyes and a softer side he hides from the world. Their marriage starts with silence, cold stares, and unanswered texts... but fate keeps pulling them closer. Between stolen glances, unspoken words, and late-night drives, Yasmeen slowly learns that falling for her husband might be the sweetest kind of danger. But she isn't alone in this story. Her best friend Intisar carries scars of her own, and Ya Amar-the quiet observer-might just be the one to heal them. ✨ Secrets. Silent wars. Slow-burn tension. When duty collides with desire, will love be enough to save them all?

Copyright© 2020. All rights reserved. She sat on her bed thinking how on earth is she to get married at the tender age of sixteen. Not marrying any ordinary person, but the youngest prince. He is also just nineteen years old and to her, he is still a young boy growing just like she is. Poignant you might say? She thought at that age, she will be thinking about which university to choose amongst all the universities in the country but no. She is now going to start thinking about what to cook before her husband gets home and how to dress for the day as a Royal. Jumbled right? That is not half the story. She got divorced a day after their marriage the reason known to her clearly but she refuse to take fault. Brutal in your mind isn't it? No, the fact that she needs to work in the same palace she's left as a married woman to get something in her stomach is the trouble. How can she cope working in her ex-husband's Chamber? She also didn't know that the position she started working hard for would be taken away from her just like that in a blink of an eye. He got everything he's wanted and more. That is when she thought about stepping up in her game. He should know who he is dealing with and she is no more young, she is a woman now.