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"Okay, I take back what I said. I do not want this, not in the slightest bit—la haula wala quwwata illabillahi. Nashiga uku!" Nusaiba exclaimed, taking countless steps backwards as the horse in front of her neighed, and made a move towards her. The action had her nearly sprinting across the field, her earlier excitement of wanting to ride a horse diminishing at the sight of the majestic stallion in front of her.

Were horses always this big and scary? And why was it moving its legs like that? Is it going to kick her like how she heard they do, and then cripple her? Nusaiba was never a dramatic person—quite bubbly and outgoing, yes, but not dramatic. However, as much as she loves horses, she has also heard stories of them.

She thought she would not mind those stories, given how obsessed she is with the animal. She has been pleading with her brother nonstop to take her with him to the field where he and Amir Qasim rides their horses—but the man never caved in. Eventually, she realized she was wasting her time on Ibrahim when she could get it the easy way through Amir Qasim. And she did—all it took was her asking once, and there they were, at a private riding area where he brought a big stallion to her—kind of like the ones she sees the Sultan rides on during the durbur. Or maybe it is because she is seeing it for the first time up close that she thinks of it to be that huge.

Initially, she was all giddy and light on her feet, wanting to get near the animal. However, the moment she touches it and it lets out that loud neigh as it moved around, she jumped backwards, putting as much distance between them as necessary, choosing safety over everything.

Amir Qasim stared at her for a split second, before he chuckled in amusement, shaking his head at her little act. Where is the lady that was pleading with him yesterday fervently to take her to ride horses at least one? The amount of pleading she did in a short moment took him by surprise really, and he could not help but think she was exerting herself. All she had to do was ask once, and he would do the bidding. Heck, if she wants him to build her a polo club, he would. She need not plead with him that much. But of course, she does not know that, and he did not mention it. Instead, here he is, fulfilling his promise of bringing her here.

Initially, he was a bit hesitant because she is an asthmatic patient—so he wanted to avoid anything that might trigger it. But, when Ibrahim offered him some reassurance, he decided to give it a try.

Thankfully, Ibrahim is nowhere in sight. They came together of course—Ibrahim still is not all for letting the two be together, but he got side tracked by some of the men outside as they were conversing about football—weirdly enough, something Amir Qasim never had an interest in but Ibrahim on the other hand, could give up everything for it. And that included his overprotective brother moment. Amir Qasim just could not protest about him tagging along for it was the only way their parents would allow her out with him.

If Ibrahim is involved, then they do not mind much. The three have always formed their own little group, with her being the little kid that follows them around everywhere, and has two overprotective brothers. If only they knew one did not quite consider himself a brother in any way.

As Amir Qasim's chuckle died down, he moved closer to her, then explained. "Why would you touch its ear like that? Does it look like a cat to you?" He teased, his expression filled with amusement. He made a move to take a hold of its reins calmly, unbothered and unfazed by the animal that calmed down under his touch.

Nusaiba threw him a slight glare, her lips forming a small pout. "How is that my fault? I was just trying to pet it." She tried to defend herself, her own shoulders slumping as she relaxed upon seeing how he has control of the situation.

Amir Qasim offered her a smile, shaking his head in the process. "Horses' ears are sensitive, and most do not like it to be touched especially by someone they are not familiar with," He explained. As if to prove her point, his hand reached out to touch the horse's ear lightly, and contrary to how it was with her, it did not throw a tantrum but was rather calm. Nusaiba threw the animal a small glare at how it was evidently siding with Amir Qasim when all she wanted to do was pet it as well.

Amir Qasim then turned his head around to meet her gaze, "Come, Fulani, let me show you how to do it. But, you should be calm. It can sense when you are nervous." He stated, his tone though light, was serious as well.

Her lips curled down into a slight frown as she took cautious steps closer to him. "Sense it? Does it have superpowers or something?" She was being rhetorical of course.

But, he still answered. "Something like that," He offered her a small smile, which she returned, relieved he as always goes along with her jokes. "Now, come closer. Gently," He urged, and she did just that.

His encouraging eyes gave her the slight confidence to lift her hand up and reach out, her fingers trembling as she reached her hand out near the horse's nose this time around, and she could feel his breath against her hand, but it did not react out like earlier.

Amir Qasim's smile widened slightly, "See, it already is getting comfortable with you. His superpowers have informed him that you are not a bad person, just a clueless one."

This time around, she found herself throwing him a slight glare, though a smile danced on her lips. "Stop treating me like a child." She knows him, he would not let go of this superpower thing till it starts getting on her nerves.

Instead of responding, he simply chuckled, and the earlier fright eased away as he taught her how to ride the horse. Getting her on the horse itself was a struggle, especially not when she started letting out a scream as she got on it, and it started to move before she could steady herself. However, she managed to get past that point, and sooner than she had expected, she had gotten used to it and was all grins to her ears.

Albeit, Amir Qasim still had to hold the reins as he walked along with her and the horse, but she still believed she could finally ride a horse, and her grin was contagious. Time passed by pretty fast, and before she knows it, it has been over an hour then. Eventually, they decided to call it a day, and she got off the horse. Only, as she landed on the ground, she missed a step, and instinctively in an attempt to steady herself, she reached out to hold the first thing beside her, which happens to be his arm.

Once the fear of falling has waned off, the realization of what she had did dawned on her, and she found herself staring at him with slightly widened eyes. He seemed equally taken aback as well, and almost as if the touched burned her, she pulled her hand away, awkwardly hiding her hands behind her. "I am sorry, I just..." She did not know how to explain exactly.

For one, she did not mean it. It was just a reflex action so she would not fall face flat on the floor.

Amir Qasim could feel blood rushing to the tip of his ears, and he brought his hands down, his fingers curling into a slight fist as he tried to offer her a small, reassuring smile. "It is okay." He himself reached out in an attempt to help her without thinking, so who is he to scold her as always?

To Nusaiba, when she thinks of someone scolding her against her interactions with her non mahrams, it was always Amir Qasim rather than Ibrahim. Ibrahim does his part, but it is nothing against the scolding she gets from Amir Qasim since she was young—he has always made sure she understood the fine line between interacting with her mahrams and non mahrams, which included him as well. So as expectedly, he never crossed the line as well. Hence, why they found the entire situation to be awkward.

But they got past it with a few awkward smiles here and there, and then as one of the workers there steered the horse away in the direction of the stable while the two made their way towards the exit, where the car and Ibrahim are waiting.

"You have a beautiful horse, by the way," She stated, trying to strike up a conversation in order to get rid of the awkwardness between them.

Amir Qasim flicked his head in her direction, "I do not have just one, by the way."

She held his head, then tutted as she shook her head. "If only arrogant is a person..."

Amir Qasim chuckled, looking ahead, though not refuting her statement. He has heard it one too many times from her, and he never takes offense in it. It is more like an inside joke of theirs. When his chuckle died down and her glare melted away, he then asked. "If you want, I can give it to you."

"Yeah, right," She chuckled, not believing him. However, when a beat passed and he did not join the chuckle, she turned her head around to look at him, her gaze questioning and serious. "Wait, are you for real?"

He nodded calmly, not a trace of lark found in his expression. "Of course, I am."

Nusaiba's excitement was short lived, and soon enough, her excited grin fell, and morphed into a frown. "My parents would never allow me to accept it," She stated, knowing there is a limit to the things her parents would allow her to receive from him. Chocolates and stuff are things he has spoiled her with since she was a kid, they do not complain much. A horse though, is too much.

Amir Qasim hummed in agreement, knowing that as well. Then, he brought up a solution. "Then, I can keep it for you." He stated. "Just you and I would know it belongs to you. I will not give it out to anyone."

"Really?" Her eyes lit up, her grin returning.

He nodded, his own expression mirroring hers. "Really." He affirmed. "Any time you want to ride her, just let me know and I will bring her to you."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" At this point, her grin will soon reach her ears. Then something else from his words dawned on her. "Wait, it's a she?"

"Yes, it is a she."

"Does she have a name yet?"

He shook his head no. "Give her one," He stated, "Since she is yours after all."

Nusaiba's eye glint returned, and then she thought about it for a moment, wondering what would be the perfect name. After a while, she snapped her fingers, as she tilted her head so her gaze met his. "She is majestic, almost like a Queen." She started, then came to a conclusion. "I would name her Malika."

"Malika?" He arched a brow.

She nodded, seeming determined. "Yes, Malika."

Amir Qasim hummed, then nodded in agreement. "Alright then, Malika is all yours." And he meant it. "Malika belongs to my Fulani alone, always."

A slight squeal escaped her lips, excitement coursing through her veins and she could tell that he has already made her day, or her week even entirely. She could not believe she has a horse to her name now, even if it remains a secret to the two of them alone. It does not matter. She has a horse.

Wanting to repay her gratitude, she then turned around to face him completely. "Tell me, what do you want to eat? I will make it for you tonight." Ibrahim has turned her to a maid after all, and she is always the one that makes food for them. Tonight, she might as well put effort to thank Amir Qasim specifically.

And truthfully, despite all the various options and gourmet meals he could have at the palace, Amir Qasim preferred the simple dishes of hers he eats at her house the most. It is the food he looks forward to the most in a day, so there was no way he would turn this down. He is pretty sure her cooking played a role in his feelings for her. "I am fasting, so, anything for iftaar," He stated, "I would eat whatever it is you make, Fulani."

Her grin widened, already thinking of the variety she would make. "If that is the case," She clasped her hands together. "Let's stop by the market on the way back so I would buy a few things—Ya Ibrahim would pay for it since all he can do is eat," She rolled her eyes, her tone losing its enthusiasm at the thought of her brother. If he does not pay for it, she would not allow him to eat that food no matter what.

Meanwhile, Amir Qasim could only nod in agreement, wanting to take up any chance he would have to spend time with her. Even in the simple actions of accompanying her to the market to shop for food stuff, he would gladly do it a thousand times more. For every moment he spends with her, and he sees that smile on her face—he engraves it into his memory.

That is a smile he knew he would never forget in his life no matter what. Everything is okay as long as that smile remains—as long as she still exists—his world will never be dark. Except, darkness accompanied him everywhere he goes without even realizing it.

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The love between Amir Qasim and Nusaiba is giving kdrama historical forbidden love vibes 🥹 you know that scene is where the Prince or King goes undercover with his woman and just enjoys life as a common man🥹 those kind of vibessssss

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