Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 111

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Asahd’s POV:

I smiled warmly at her as she rubbed the shower all over my torso and arms, the next morning.

“I feel so taken care of, every time I’m with you,” I said, caressing her cheek.

“Normal,” she smiled and her cheeks reddened. “I’m your wife after all.”

She hugged me and I hugged her back, kissing her head.

“Yes you are,” I kissed her.

“I love you.”

“I love you even more, Saïda,” I pecked her. “Yesterday was amazing.”

She raised her head and smiled shyly.

“Yeah it was,” she reddened even more. “And I’m ready to do it as often as you want. Now we’re even.”

“We’ve always been even.”

She smiled and I smiled back. I turned the shower on and the warm water poured down on us. I put some gel in my hands and applied it on her smooth body.

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Writer’s POV:

That day was their last and they spent it in one more amazing way. They enjoyed the place for their last time and returned to their hotel by evening to prepare for their flight.

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By seven PM, the Usaïds boarded the flight for Casablanca, Morocco. Back to their country.

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Asahd and Saïda arrived Zagreh at 9pm. They were welcomed happily and warmly by their family and friends. Of course everyone wanted to know how their honeymoon went. But first, they were allowed to go freshen up while dinner was being made.

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Asahd’s POV:

It sure felt good to be back home too, and in everyone’s presence. I was so glad to see my parents and dear Djafar again.

We sat at the table that same night and had dinner with our parents.

“You both look gorgeous,” my mother started with a happy smile.

“And happy too,” Djafar added with a chuckle.

“We are,” I said with a bright smile. “Very happy indeed. Your daughter is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, actually,” I admitted and they smiled.

“God bless your marriage,” he said with a bright smile.

“Amin,” Saïda and I replied in a chorus, looking at each other.

“May it last for as long as possible,” my father added.

“Inshallah, father. Thank you very much.”

We went on to discuss how we spent our first week in Cancun and how beautiful the place was.

“That sounds wonderful,” my mother cooed. “Where did you go after that? For your second week.”

“Italy. We visited both Pisa and Rome.”

“Yalah. You two sure know how to enjoy yourselves,” she mused and we all laughed.

“Oh, if only you knew,” I chuckled and they laughed again.

“It’s perfect,” my father said. “You are both very young and have an even brighter future ahead. Enjoy yourselves as much as you want.”

“True true,” Djafar agreed.

“We even bought some gifts for each of you,” Saïda told them. “All from Pisa and Rome.”

“Ooou, that’s good news,” my mother mused. “We’ll get to the gifts, right after dinner.”

“Okay,” Saïda giggled.

We continued to chat and tell them all about the activities we carried out during our honeymoon.

“Tell them about the twins,” Saïda poked me a little.

“Twins?” our parents asked.

“Yes. We actually got to meet new people,” Saïda told them with a smile. “Some Italian twins.”

“Yeah. I met them first at Cancun. We were at the airport. And later on, we crossed parts in Rome too.”

“What a coincidence.”

“I know right.”

I went on to tell them details about the story.

“Oh, that was nice of them to take you on a little tour in Rome,” Djafar said and my parents agreed.

“True. You’ll stay in contact with them?”

“Definitely. They’re great,” I replied casually.

“Yeah. We were actually comfortable with them. We were chatting and laughing at the pizza restaurant, like we’d known one another for a long time now,” Saïda explained. “They’re easygoing.”

“That’s just great,” my mother smiled. “I’m happy you two had a wonderful time.”

“We’ll never forget,” Saïda smiled at me and I smiled back.