Ruth looks gorgeous. And heavily pregnant. And happy. So happy. Safa wipes her eyes at the end of ceremony when Sultan Ahmed and his beautiful, beautiful Roo* seal their mariage with chaste kiss, lips smiling, faces laughing. One of the loudest voices and the preattiest faces at the wedding. And it's no suprise emir Jawaad takes a fancy to her. The emir pauses in his tracks and his advisor immediately stops next to him. 'Emir sahib**is everything okay?'
Jawaad nods,a smile making its way on to his face as he bends down to his mentor's height
'Imitaz- who is that girl?'
the emir mutters in a heavy accent as he blinks at the laughing brunet,now being dragged around by fiesty young friend no less beautiful than him.Imitiaz looks to the laughing duo and wrinkles his nose disdainfully. ' You mean the gora***, Emir Sahib?'
Jawaad bites his lips and finally takes his eyes off the girl, glares coldly at his mentor 'Imitiaz' he says sharply ' You know Rani Sahiba^is one of his kind, yes?' The young advisor gulps and Jawaad smiles tightly, continuing ' I could get you kicked out of the palatial quarter like this.' The Emir snaps his fingers in front of the man's eyes '- if you use such degrading language.' Imitiaz nods rapidly and looks away, ashamed. The brunet turns to Emir presumably to point out someting to her friend but stops abruptly and blushes as their eyes lock. She nudges her short, loud companion and mutters someting to the man as Jawaad watches on, mesmerised. The pretty girl's turns to face him as well, his cheeky expression turning to awe, and then back to mocking, as he raises his hand up to wave to the future king. The emir waves back smirks lazily at the brunet who is now as red as tomato while her friend positively cackles beside her. He turns away, snaps his fingers in the air and the waiter comes rushing up, a tray with cocktails in his shaking hands. Jawaad takes 3 champagne flutes by the stem and mutters his shukryja^^ to the manservent, before striding over to the brunet and her friend. He ignores Imitiaz's spluttering and the wide- eyed looks from Ruth and his cousin sultan Ahmed, approaches the lower- class people with charming smile and a haughty raise of his eyebrows. ' Salaam^^^' he murmurs in a low voice, handing 2 of the glasses to the clearly impressed couple. He extendes his hand, looking for a response from the brunet. Insted shorter men places his hand in Jawaad's grinning madly. The emir dutifully brings the blue-eyed man's hand up to his lips for a brief second before turning to the brunet with shark-like smile. 'Jaan' He admonishes, smiling crookedly at the bewildered brunet. ' Give me your hand' The emir mummurs, smirks as the brunet flushes, immediately sets her palm over Jawaad's hand. The raven-haired heir kisses the girls hand, looking up to the blushing girl through his long eyelashes. she smells like honey baklavas. The shorter of the two cackles, slaps the brunet on the back as she practically chokes on thin air. ' I am Emir Jawaad.' The prince says, smiling politely at the pair as he stands back up. 'Loueh' Jawaad furrows his eyebrows as he tests out the name on his toungue. 'Loo-ai?' Louis glares at the Emir with pursed lips as the brunet beauty laughs, shaking her head. She sounds like minah birds on a hot, sumer morning. Two minahs are a sing of a good luck, the Emir notes. ' Louis' the blonde repeats smiling coyly. The emir licks his lips slowly and tests out the name again, fealing confident again when this strange 'Louis' grins at him. The brunet laughs again and Jawaad clears his throat, feels parched as blood rushes south and fills his manhood. No no n-
' M Safa. Salaam Emir saahib' The brunet says partly on English and broken Urdu, smiling shyly. Jawaad wants that smile across his lips as they kiss amongst his silk sheets back home, hands roaming, touches fleeting, messy and hot as the Emir prepares to fuck his beautiful-
'Emir saahib'
The prince widens his eyes and shakes his head, looks back up to Louis and Safa who are both smiling mockingly at him. ' Sorry' Jawaad mutters, clearing his throat as he turns back, looking around desperately for Niall, his best friend, who is usually the one that dosen't get hard talking to strangers. ' I have.. um other business to attend to' The Emir says, turning back apologetiaclly. ' That's okay Saahib you may leave to attend to your ah " other business" Safa says slowly, exchanging a grinning look with Louis. The Emir frowns, puzzled. He does not see anything funny in this ordeal. Louis coughs into his hand and flits his gaze over Emir's lower area, before nursing his champagne. Jawaad looks down and mutters quiet shit under his breath, because he's tenting his silky loins and his baba° will have his head if he ruins them. Louis and Safa giggle as he turns back, mortified. He runs in as pricely a fashion as one can when they get a boner at a formal event and calls out to Niall, who he has spotted flirting whit preatty, arabi girl. he eventually he gets to retreat to the comfort of his own quarters, and he wraps a hand round his hard cock, vows to get his revenge on this Safa.