Seriously this guy wants to play 20 questions?!? Yuck no...Every cliched romantic stories has this. And this aint one nor even a slight encounter...ugh anyways to pass time i agree with him and he Offers me to start with the questions .
"i hope i dont sound like a creepy reporter if i do so I apologise." isay thinking of some questions. "No problem at all. You have already warned me." he urges me to continue.
OK HERE AAIRAH IS IN ITALICS AND HAMDAN IS IN BOLD.
"hmm...first question...um what is your favourite colour?"
" Black and red."
"hey they are one of my favourite too but i have a list. Next is favourite animal?
"Horses and white tigers"
"Tiger?! But why?"
"I have 2 white tiger cubs as pets. They are adorable."
"wow that is cool! Isnt it difficult as in when they grow up?"
" Yes it is but we have handlers and when it get too difficult we plan on donating them."
"That nice. So you are like a cat person. Me too." i replied grinningly. "Favourite food?"
"Any Arabic food especially basbousah."
"basbousah is real good but i like kunafeh basically wlanything with nutella." i grin like a child
"Oh yes nutella. No chocolate in the word can beat that."
"so next question..hmm...favourite restaurant?"
" Ah i dont have any favourites, but i keep going to Ajì. Its a japanese restaurant. The food is great there. You should go there sometime. Since majority of your questions are food related." he says amusingly.
"Oh okay you got me. Mmm now what are you afraid of physically?"
"I'm usually not afraid of anything but uh its embarrasing its cockroaches...they are disgusting." he replies sheepishly.
"No they are not disgusting...they are terrifying. The flying kinds are enough to give me nightmares." i reply sort defending him.
We both laugh a little. It was nice talking to some stranger...a Prince regarding little things.
I shift to my next question.
"what are you afraid of... Emotionally?"
He went pale. I didnt know anything had happened so I changed the question.
"afraid of loving my loved ones and losing."
"we all are arent we." i give him a sympathetic smile. He smiled back. "you know you can Talk about it. I'm a good Listener and a secretly keeps. You dont have to tell me if you dont want to." sensing his silence i shift to the next question. His presence now not intimidating me. It felt like i'm seeing a very old forgotten.i friend. "so favourite city?"
"London...beautiful country and people too." he says smiling
"just people?? more like women!!." i say while wiggling my eyebrows unintentionally.
Hamdan bursts out laughing for good 10 second.
"what are those eyebrows. Its like they life of the own. That is hilarious. How do you do that?"
" Ha funny but yeah i like doing them a lot. So yeah anything crazy done that newspaper Or social media doesn't know about?"
" hmm yes.i was in sandhurst with my brother and we were in different dorms. We had this teacher who the entire class hated and i was once called to his office for some work.i supposedly was his "favourite." He made me do all the paper work. So once when I was there with him when we left the office at the end of the day i such in 10 dung bombs in one of the air vents. The next 2 days entire college was having off. No one knew at all to this day." he said with a proud smile.
My eyes widened and jaw nearly dressed.
" No way...are you Serious??? You naughty bas...bad boy." i covered up quickly hopefully he didnt notice and we both cracked up like kids.
" I'm not the naughty bad boy...it was one of my friends idea i just did it."
"No still it was good one though. Then um how far are we.?"
"we are done with 8."
"Favourite romantic spot in Dubai?"
" Bab Al Shams."
"hmm that place does have a great view of sunset. Favourite indoor game?"
"Table tennis and also monopoly."
"Oh my god i love monopoly! Such an amazing game. Friendships and relationships are destroyed!"
Hamdan raised an eyebrow...holy fuck those eyebrows.
"And thats the amazing part of the game?!" he questioned me
"No of course not!!! Dont mind me, but i tell to say things at the wrong time. You could say i have butterung finger Or butter tongue." i smile sheepishly.
Hamdan starts laughing "got you. I was just kidding. Yes i do find the fight is really funny."
I checked my phone for network and no still no range.
"this whole stuck in the lift is horrible isnt it?"
"noo as long as the companyme i'm having is a serial killer, no it not horrible." i smile
Hamdan chuckles and says "I have a confession to make. Mat I?"
I motion him to continue.
"I didnt come here to get away from paparazzi Or the lady fans. I came here just to be alone for a while By myself. I hope you get it?"
He asks he seemed like he wanted to get something of his chest and i too understood how that felt so I spoke to make him i too understand.
"yeah i get sir. I dont know how it must feel to be you. But all this hassle home to work then work to home then friends etc where it involves a lot of people can get sometimes into your head. Before you blow up sometimes you just want to leave Every thing and get away somewhere alone just be By yourself. Like getting under water and staying there shutting of the voices in your head. Sort of like meditating talking to god. Or like when you are at top of the hill jabal hafeeth and the sunrises and there are less to no cars around. Just being alone once in a while makes you feel so good. You want the time to stop. Like your way of saying to yourself everything will be fine." i smile at him to which he smiles back.
"you know you got the words out my mouth. Thank you. Really. Sometimes its just so frustrating isnt it that you want to blow up, not the small one but more like whats that word...umm..."
" Explode...like the hiroshima and nagasaki explosion."
"Yes yes explosion yes like that." he laughed.
"being alone is nice not amazing but nice."
Hamdan is now more eager for what i will ask him.
"the godfather series."
"nice...nice. Favourite tv show?"
"I dont get to watch tv much but i do like watching modern family and american ninja."
"Yes you love sports thats obvious.
Modern family is really fun. I watch when with my sisters. So are you a morning Or a night person?"
I smiled me too prince in white. "Favourite memory?"
"the first time i rode a Horse, my father taught me." he smiled looking back at the old times.
"wow that must have been fun?"
"Yes it was...one of the best memories."
"the best one always come with your loved ones. What kind of people you dislike?"
"people who use other people for the personal benefit like money etc. and dont feel guilty at all. I hate those kind of people."
"It hurts doesn't it. Hurts By the people you trust? Well ithappens to the best of us." i reminiscent about it. "when your trust is broken it feel terrible horrible just horrible."
We both look at each other for a while and he smiles.
"i had this reallyclose friend of mine she was the best friend i thought id ever have. We were childhood friends. So close we were called the siamese twins, except she was older than me for 4 years. This happened 5years ago when we were writing an entrance exam and she just threw a small chit at me and started yelling out loud i copied the exam. I didnt realised what had happened you know i was barred from writing that exam 3 years. So I shifted my head to another feild. It damaged me emotionally so much that i could'nt completly recover from it. It was so difficult to trust another that it hnas damaged me even more. But Allah (god, lord) has his ways. I found friends great ones. It was difficult at first but now i'm all cool." i said smiling.
I was always greatful to god to have given me everything. I dont know why i did confide in the prince, But it felt good.
"hey may i ask you this? What exactly do you do as a Prince?" i asked changing the mood Before the prince asks me questions instead.
He moved back a little which made the top of his Gucci shoes visible. There for a couple of seconds i noticed the shoe lace was made of gold. I chuckled to myself 'typical spoilt prince.' i mean come on who has shoe lace made of gold...oh wait ridiculously filthy rich royal princes do. I dont envy them but i dont understand wether they realise what they have and are they greatful for it Or they think they deserve it and others dont.he noticed me doing this and ever so stealthily covered his left writing with his sleeve, which i noticed but chose to ignore.
"what would you like to know?" He asked his eyebrows furrowed together and eyes narrowed a little.
This threw me back a little as this look he was giving me was a little scary and intimidating but combining everything his body and face language screamed Sexy.
May it was just me i dont know. I didnt care eventually because i wasn't going to see him again. So i just threw him the question.
"so your father, the ruler of Dubai who i deeply respect is a visionary he has done so very much for the development of Dubai its crazy. You are being trained By him in many ways, but what are YOU doing for the people. As in i know you are involved in a lot of ministry work and you are the cool prince who pops in to meet the civilians Every now and then publicly just like a commoner except you are not...Every one thinks he is a good prince, sort spoken Smart talented etc etc...Everyone including me find you to be a nice guy who loved his country who is worthy of ruling...but thats it,what more! People should be able to trust you with their lives and not just adorable you and thats it they should respect you not because 'omg he is a Prince he is so rich he is so handsome yada yada.' No they should respect you because you think of them Before everything, their comfort etc. Take their suggestions, make them feel their opinion is needed. I too want the best for Dubai for you ..." i paused catching my breath.
Hamdan was staring at me with a smirk. And a frown slowly creeping up his face. Shit ive ruined it havent i? "look i already warned you sounding like some creep but i still apologise. I know i screwed it."
Hamdan just look at me straight in the eyes and said.
"we do charities, we providing employments, we are being green. We are doing everything we can to bring the people together. Our country our duties expects us to sacrifice the ones we love. Do you think all of this is easy?! Do you?..."
He wasn't pissed but he was getting there.
"I'm not accusing you of anything. I'm just nervous wether our Crown prince is deserving Or not...? You cant get angry on this because you are going to get judged By everyone. I dont know why i'm saying this to you, but i'm guessed you already know this and are trained for it. But i dont know why i'm saying this. Ugh lets just not Talk about it. Can we please.?"
The prince looks at me for a while and cracks a barely noticeable smile.
"so whats the next question?"
"Oh ok the next question is what according to you..."
The light flickered bright and the a/c speeds up indicating the power back on and we see the door opening there we see the maintenance department and the prince's security team. We both get out the lift, and the prince is ushered to a different lift. I dont even get to say goodbye, nice meeting you.
Neither did he look back.