Description:
The Crowned prince
Shahzaib Al-Qadri, set out to explore the southern kingdom for the very first time. He was exhilarated for the adventurous trip with his companions but what he did not expect was, he would come across an ethereal Maiden
Inaya Al-Amir, who managed to steal his breath away at mere first sight.
Even though the lady belonged from a wealthy merchant family but she was no nobel.
A royal prince was expected to be marrying a royal princess for it would determine the future of the Empire.
A formidable emperor needs a vehement empress.
Marriage between Royals are more of a convenience where feeling had very less value.
Will the ruling emperor accept a citizen, as the Crowned princess and allow for her to rule beside the crowned Prince?
What will Shahzaib choose when he was given only two choices, the throne or his love?
Preview :
Who are you?", Inaya asked, her voice was stoic and commanding. She pressed on the well built male's chest more, pressing the knife on the throat as a warning to obey her or she wouldn't hesitate to slice that neck.
For the first time in his life he was surrendering willingly.
"Can not you speak, you ignorant disrespectful hooligan", she exclaimed in frustration,
"Considering our current situation, I shall not be the one to be addressed as hooligan", came a heavy manly voice which gave shivers down the lady's spine.
"Do not try to twist the situation.. It is you who has been following me like a shameless stalker", she pressed the daggers more which gave a scratch on the prince's throat nevertheless, he did not even blink.
"My dignity would never allow me to commit such hideous act, my lady", he stated firmly,
"Your words extremely contradict your action", She narrowed her eyes at the other who let out a gruff chuckle which sounded unreasonably attractive.
"I concede that my actions may seem like the accusations you have pressed upon me, but have faith in me for I am a slave of the Almighty, I shall never dishonor a woman", he exclaimed sincerely.
Inaya's fierce facade faltered for a mere seconds but she again narrowed her eyes.
"I am no fool.. Nevertheless I do not wish to be seen with an unknown man", Inaya finally retreated her weapon.
"If you claim to be innocent then do not show me your fa-well do not appear before me", she cleared her throat awkwardly for the male's face was already covered. Shahzaib bit his lips to stop the laugh that almost slipped out but he remained unmoving nonetheless.
She glared at him before storming off.
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This story contains:
Muslim characters.
Medieval Royal setting.
Fictional Empire/kingdoms.
Halal romance fantasy.
Drama/angst.
Happy ending.
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Family Tree:
Shahzaib Al-Qadri
Age - 25
Height - 6 ft.
Crowned Prince of Azurah Empire.
Mother - Zahra Al-Quraishi. (present empress)
Father - Nawaz Al-Qadri. (present emperor)
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Inaya Al-Amir.
Age - 20
Height - 5'6 ft.
Mother - Sarah Khan.
Father - Hammad Al-Amir. (wealthy merchant)
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Disclaimer:
The characters in the book follow the religion of Islam.
But name of the kingdoms are fictional.
The characters are not perfect because humans can never be and this book is nothing but a product of my own imagination, thus DO NOT RELATE THE STORY WITH REALITY.
I tried my hardest to portray the beauty of my religion but as I said my characters are not perfect thus they do not represent the religion
itself.
I repeat DO NOT TAKE THE STORY TO YOUR HEART AND MAINTAIN THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN REALITY AND FICTION.
Feel free to ask if you have any questions..
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The book is published in the year 2024.
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