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Love Untangled

I was roaming the palace halls, pretending to be a servant. My heart drummed when I first saw her. Jasmine’s cat-like green eyes haunted me from the moment that I had met her. The new maid in our Saudi palace was everything I had ever dreamed of; a body that made every man kneel, her intelligence was beyond imagination and her passion set my whole world on fire. Although I knew she truly loved me, her love for me was more like a game of push and pull. She did not wish to marry anyone, and certainly not me. Meeting Saphira back home in Malibu USA, had seemed like a welcome distraction. And although I resisted, we had deeply fallen. It was not something I could easily take back... Saphira was not everything that I had once dreamed of, and I certainly did not plan to love her. But I did regardless, irrevocably so. My name is Benjamin El-Raji Saud, Prince of Saudi Arabia. They say love wasn’t supposed to be easy, I know that now. The story of how our love became untangled, was messy and twisted and full of heart ache and betrayal. I truly did not know how our story would end, but is was ours. Which ship are you rooting for? #Shaphmin #Jazzmin #Shaphary #Benierra? #Saphlik?

Deborah_Pruijmboom · Urban
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175 Chs

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*Benjamin's POV*

Today was Jasmine's birthday, but I really did not know how to behave towards her.

She utterly confused me at times.

One thing was for sure, I would never touch her without knowing she wanted me to do so. So I decided not to touch her at all. If she wanted me to, she was the one that had to take initiative.

I mean come on… I could still hear her say the words; 'I know it is my duty…'

'Her duty?' really?! Was that where it came down to. So our wedding night… I didn't want to think of this.

I felt sick to my stomach. Had I then forced her to be intimate with me? I thought not. I would never ever touch her again. Ever.

My heart ached. It took everything within me to let her go at night, and turn my back towards her. I wanted her in my arms.

I always had the urge to be close to her, and it frustrated me that I could not hold her hand as we were walking through the airport.