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Mariam walked Omar to her favorite place in the garden. Both of them talking and occasionally laughing, it had been nearly two weeks since the failed attack and Omar was healing pretty fast.
"Your injuries are mostly gone." Mariam commented.
"Yes. My shoulder still hurts a bit." He tried to move it but winced a little. "It'll take more time I guess."
"You should take care of it." She sighed and sat down. "So the wedding has been called off..."
"So it has. You don't sound too happy." He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "If I recall dearie, you yourself, boldly said to my face, to the face of your husband to be, that you didn't want the wedding."
Mariam laughed. "I didn't." Sigh. "A woman is not supposed to have such closeness with a male that isn't a family member or someone closer, but I'm glad I have you."
"Well princess, I am closer. I mean for a period of time I was your fiance." He grinned. "I'm glad you have me too."
"Ugh! Again with that pride." Then they both laughed.
"How did you manage to convince them though. About the wedding?" She asked out of curiosity.
"Errr...." He bowed a little, thinking of his father. "I have my ways, let's say a little secret."
"Ohh." Was what she could say. "So what now? Your lover?"
"Hmmm...." He sighed and looked far, delving into his thoughts. "... Megan."
Mariam smiled sadly, then shaking her head she cheered up. "I wish you both luck and love. You're too good of a person Omar."
"Of course I am! I mean look at this amazing piece of art!" He boasted turning to face her now, she laughed hard and he smiled widely, a genuine smile on his face, then he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.
"I'll have to leave you now princess, but we will keep in touch." He squeezed her hand. "My warrior princess." He winked and she laughed. Omar left the palace and headed for home, there was something important he had to do. And fast.
Megan held on to her camera which was handing from a strap on her neck, she had come to this same mall almost everyday for the sweet and rich coffee that M&O makes. But that was a cover up, everyday she would sit and look out the window while sipping her coffee and looking into the crowd for hopes of maybe seeing Omar walking through in search of her. And everyday she would go home more broken.
Today she wouldn't have coffee. Today she would just stand by the glass wall and over look everything from here, occasionally taking pictures of whatever caught her fancy. She had made it clear to Samir that what they had in the past was long gone from the moment he left her abruptly and she had pleaded for him to leave because he reminded her so much of Omar, and he had left her with a sad look in his eyes she almost felt pity for him. She shook her head and turned round, time to head home.
The strap of her camera came loose with the spin and it fell to the floor. She cursed and bent down to pick it, examining it she was grateful that the lens hadn't broken but the covering was. Ohh well.
"Hello." She heard someone say and then a pair of feet come to stop in front of her. She looked up from the extremely polished shoes to the person's face and was greeted by the kindest eyes she'd ever seen, her eyes widening in awe, slowly she got up. He smiled and stretched his hand for a handshake.
"Strangely I feel like we've met before. Megan right?" He watched her eyes, he could tell that she was shocked to the bone.
"You..." She began but was cut off.
"I'm Omar, you probably know me or don't but could you help me in finding my bride? She kinda looks exactly like you." He flashed a smile and watched a tear escape her eye, her lips trembled and without thinking he claimed them in his. He finally found her.