Page 33 of Dirty Wild Sultan

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“You are getting married today,then why such a long face?”

I averted my eyes from the window to Zayed as he entered my room. The room, which I would share with Nasrin in a few hours.

Fuck.

“I am fine, and I do not have a long face. I have a perfectly fine face of the Sultan who is getting married in an hour.”

It had been a week, and all the arrangements for our wedding had been done.Hennathat had happened last night was done peacefully, until my grandmother decided it would be a fun idea to allow the guests in the swimming pool. It had been a hassle for our staff and security team to get all the royals out from the large pool and get it cleaned before the wedding. Thankfully, Nasrin and Zara enjoyed the scene.

Zayed smiled, a dimple poking his cheek. Making himself comfortable in the armchair, eating grapes from the fruit basket, he drawled, “You are a worse liar than Khalid. You should learn from your sister.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Has Zara been lying to you?”

Zayed grumbled, “She wins every round of poker, and she just turned nineteen. That mischievous little princess.”

I chuckled, staring at such a powerful sheikh grumbling about my little sister. “We both warned you not to play against her. She has been winning against me and Khalid since she was twelve.”

“It would be hard to find a decent match for her, don’t you think?” Zayed raised his brow.

I sighed, already hating the idea of her growing up and finding a lover. But eventually she would grow up and find someone to spend her life with.

“I dread to even think about it. Has it been that long?”

Zayed nodded and looked at the bed covered in rose petals. I had dismissed the maids, but they said that my grandma had ordered them. It would make Nasrin feel more welcomed, they said. Knowing her, she would stroll in and fall into the bed, calling it a night while I grew restless from nervousness beside her.

He wriggled his eyebrows at me, “You should have used my oasis for your honeymoon.”

I threw a grape at him, his smirk widening when he caught it in his mouth. “Just because I am getting married doesn’t mean I will have sex. Here or at your oasis, which I already declined.”

“Suit yourself. The offer will always stand for you and Nasrin.” He asked, “So you won’t have heirs? Leaving that to Khalid? Knowing him, he will never marry.”

I laughed, imagining how sour Khalid’s face would look if he ever heard his friend talking about him having kids. “Even I said that a few months ago and look at me. He will find his match like I did. So will Zara, and you as well, Zayed. It’s inevitable.”

He raked his hand through his curly dark locks. “We shall see, Sultan.”

We shall.

My steps grew heavy when I entered the Court Room that had been converted into a glorious golden, white, and beige decorated room. On the dais, a similar throne was placed beside mine where Nasrin and I would sit beside each other for ourkatb Al-kitaab,which would be an official marriage ceremony. AQazi(Islamic judge) would lay out the marriage conditions and rules, and if both of us agreed, including our families, we would sign the contract and be announced officially married.

Seeing so many royal guests greet and hug me with security and guards flanking me made me want to run away and hide myself somewhere. None of them were present when I was crowned a sultan at such a young age. It felt surreal and scary. I had never expected that I would get married.

“Do you need some—”

I halted Khalid’s question with a shake of my head. “No. No alcohol for me right now. Is everything okay with her?”

He shrugged, his tailor-made tunic similar to mine. “Zara and grandma are with her so I wouldn’t worry.”

“Ifjadati’sthere, then I am definitely worried.”

Khalid glanced at me, his dark brown eyes roving over me. “You are nervous.” I huffed. He continued, “Good. If you weren’t, I would have spilled this drink on you.”

I cracked a small smile. He would do it in a heartbeat if I wasn’t serious about my marriage with Nasrin.

The classical heady music started playing by the musicians as all the guests were informed to sit in the chairs assigned to them. I hadn’t allowed the media to enter the palace, but I knew they stood waiting outside in the heat, waiting for the Sultan and Sultana to greet them from the roof. Khalid and Zayed followed me to the steps of the dais where I stood waiting for Nasrin to walk towards me.

“Are you ready, brother?”

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