The day after Kashmir's father and mother arrived, the king and queen together with Kharim and his wife Cleo arrived in Paris. The queen couldn't hold back her tears, "Kashmir, my daughter." The queen hugged her tightly as if she didn't want to let her go. "Mother, you are smothering my wife," Amaro chuckled. "Mother, my wife still has yet to recover her memory," Amaro explained as Kashmir couldn't return the affection given to her by the queen. "You mean, Kashmir is amnesiac?" Kharim chimed into the conversation. "Yes," Amaro replied, putting his arm around Kashmir's shoulder. "How are you, daughter?" The king asked Kashmir, his eyes tenderly looked at her. "I'm fine, Your Majesty," Kashmir answered and bowed her head. The king chuckled and said while looking at Amaro, "You're right son, your wife has amnesia because if she hasn't, she'll call me father." The king looked back at Kashmir and added, "Call me father, that is how you address me since
It's been a couple of months since Kashmir moved back to Amaro's mansion. Amaro couldn't ask for more, he had his wife back. Little did he know that there's yet to come that will shake him to the core. It was Saturday morning, Kashmir was having a shower when Amaro joined her in the shower. He spun her around to face him. Kashmir felt slightly dizzy and felt a throbbing pain in her temple. While Amaro was thirstily kissing her, the image of Irene and Amaro flashed in her mind so vividly that it's like she's taken back to the time where she saw Amaro and Irene under the shower. What happened two years ago came back to her mind. Unlocking their lips, she harshly pushed Amaro. Wearing a robe as she went out of the bathroom, her tears cascading her cheeks."Hey, what's wrong?" Amaro said as he came after her, wearing his robe. Kashmir refused to look at him, dressed up hastily. "Love, what did I do to make you angry," he knew she was angry at him.
Amaro left the room after a period of time. He thought to give Kashmir ample time so she could calm down and they could talk. However, his heart sank in despair upon hearing that she left with the children. It was like his whole world was falling apart. The thought of losing his family is something he can't live with. "Get the car, we're leaving," he ordered Omar. "Yes, Your Highness," he bowed before he set out to do what he had been ordered to do. "Let's go to Lavigne's mansion," said Amaro, slipping in the car. His wife and children were sure to be there. He knew that Kashmir, however emotional she was, would not put their children at risk. Amaro got out of the car shortly after the car came to a full stop. His heart thumping inside his chest. He breathed in so he could calm down. He was so nervous to face Kashmir and what she was going to tell him. "Your Highness, your wife and kids went shopping with Princess Lauren," said the butler to Amaro when he asked where Kashmir wa
"Are you ready?" Amaro hugged Kashmir from behind. Turning to face him. "Yes, I am." "Finally, our Adil Amir will be the crown prince of Dubai a few hours from now," she said. The king had abdicated the throne and Kharim was crowned king when Adil Amir was 10 years old. 15 years later, Adil Amir was to be crowned as the crown prince of Dubai since Amaro didn't like the position, Adil Amir was next in succession. Kharim and Cleo had three children who were all female. As Kharim resolutely chose to be like his father and brother who had only one wife. Most of all he loved his wife and never looked at any woman. After all, he was already fed up with womanizing. So he had no hope of having a son. "Mother, you are always beautiful," Adil Amir said as he hugged Kashmir. "Thank you son," she said, looking at her 25 years old son wearing a crown. "Your mother will want you to visit us in Paris once a month. I know you'll be busier than ever now as you're already the crown prince of Duba
Chapter 1: Ski Resort "Good morning! Are you ready?" Kashmir excitedly asked her friends. She can't contain her excitement. "Yes, we are ready!" her friends answered in chorus while giggling. They too are excited for today's activity. Skiing is their favourite thing to do each time they come to Landgraaf for vacation. They aren't professional skiers but enjoyed doing it for 5 years. They would not want to miss it because they can't do it in their home land. All of them came from a tropical country. There's no snow in a tropical country, which means they can't ski in their country. Kashmir and her friends headed to the elevator and went down to the hotel entrance as the shuttle bus is there to bring the tourist to the ski resort. As they board the bus, Kashmir could sense an atmosphere of excitement in the bus. Most of the tourists who are on the bus consist of young people. After a 30 minutes of ride they finally arrived at the ski resort. They went to the lobby and got their ski
The next day, Kashmir and her friends went strolling around after they had their breakfast. They went to a park near the hotel. They decided to take photos there. They made different poses and asked passers-by to take a photo for them. After that, they went to every shop there. They enjoyed shopping. They stopped by a coffee shop when they found it hard to feel their legs after such a long walk. They sat at a coffee table beside the glass wall and they could see lots of tourists walking on the street. They ordered coffee and cake and waited for a while. 'Ladies, here are your orders. Enjoy your meal!" said the waiter with a smile. "Thanks!" they all replied together. The enthusiastic waiter helped alleviate their tiredness.
Stepping outside the airport, a warm wind blew on her face welcoming her and it suddenly dawned on her that she was finally back to her homeland.'It's good to be back!’ After 5 years in the Netherlands’ she whispered to herself, she inhaled the warm air, filling her lungs."Ate [ah -teh] (elder sister) Kashmir!" she heard her younger sister Yolly called."Yolly!!!!" Kashmir embraced her sister."Ate Kashmir, you're so beautiful. You look like a celebrity" Yolly giggled."You too, you look stunning" she appreciated her sister. Both of them are beautiful but her sister is short in stature, she stands five feet in height.
Two weeks had passed and Kashmir already adjusted, no more jet lag. She's also used to the daily routine at the farm rising up before sunrise. Some of the women prepare breakfast for everyone because they all eat together. Mr. And Mrs. Lara asked Kashmir to send money so that they could erect bungalow houses for their workers. They have ten families working on their farm, so they built 10 houses. They build the house inside their property; the farm workers don't own any land to build their house. "Good morning" with a smile, Kashmir greeted the ladies who were already up preparing food for breakfast. "Good morning too" they greeted in unison. "What will be for our breakfast?" she asked. "Danggit, tocino, sausage, and fried rice. There's also freshly harve