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Every sweet love story starts with a touch of honey.

A honeymoon.

Actually, the most romantic love stories we dream of,

like Romeo and Juliet-- No, wait.

That's more bittersweet than honey-sweet. They never got together.

Qays and Layla?

No honey there either.

They married her off, and he spent the rest of his life writing her poetry.

Fine. How about Noor and Hamad?

Noor and who? You mean us?

- Sure. We had a honeymoon phase. - A honeymoonish phase.

Liar! You're a liar!

I hate you, you hear me? I hate you!

- How could I even marry someone like you? - Well, it's not too late to fix that.

Divorce me. Now! Go ahead.

Just so you know, this is not how our story started.

Not in the least.

You won't even believe how it started.

He's here.

I can never forget that day.

I busted my chops trying to land the German company dealership.

- Good morning, sir. - Good morning.

I'm Hamad Saleh,

and I run Saleh Investment.

Saleh is the CEO,

who also happens to be my father.

I'm Noor, and I'm a fitness trainer.

Faster! Go!

In life, women need to be strong at all times.

Especially with men.

They see us as fragile simpletons, although we're quite perceptive.

Nothing gets by us.

You can never trust a man.

Unless he's Youssef.

Noor, there's something I need to tell you.

He's the love of my life.

The other day, he wanted to meet up. Said it's about something serious.

I didn't let on that I knew exactly what,

though I've been waiting for this moment for years.

I need you to listen to me.

This project is of utmost importance.

I put my heart and soul into it.

There is no room for error, understand?

I don't want any other assignment.

Only the German dealership.

We only have one month to go, so we need to wrap it up ASAP.

Sir, actually,

the CEO suspended the project.

Why would he do that?

I've been working on it for three years.

He said you can only proceed with it if you take it up with him in person.

Noor?

What's gotten into you?

Noor.

Six weeks?

You know how bad I'll miss you this time?

Really bad.

I've got work commitments in Beirut. Otherwise, I'd never leave you behind.

You just hang tight.

No one wins me over like he does.

He can sweet-talk me into anything.

You know, I had a meeting at the company today.

Had a bit of a chuckle.

They said you suspended the project, but it must be some sort of joke, right?

Surely, there's a mix-up.

No, the project is suspended.

What do you mean, suspended?

You said that I have a right to the company! That you'd back me up!

Before thinking of your right to the company,

consider getting married and starting a family first.

I want a grandson.

An heir to bear your name and uphold our legacy.

Father, we've already talked about this.

Marriage is a business endeavor destined to fail.

I'm okay!

Father, you can't just expect me to get married overnight.

What if she turns out to be a handful and wrecks everything we built?

I mean, everything you built.

Listen up.

If you don't marry within a month

and send me a sonogram of my grandson,

you can kiss your German dealership goodbye.

Same goes for the company.

And not just that.

I'm talking about your entire inheritance.

I'm giving everything to charity.

Well, then,

let's see if you still find marriage "a business endeavor destined to fail."

Tell me, where did you get that picture?

Instagram? Are you sure?

- Amal, you're killing me here. - Noor, what do you want me to say?

No, this can't be right. It just can't.

You know that Youssef loves me. What do you mean he--

What do you mean he married someone else?

- Noor-- - He told me.

He told me he has business in Beirut. He promised to be back.

This can't be right. I know it.

Check again. Check that account with the pic.

- Check and let me know. - Noor, it's over. It's over.

Youssef is married. It's done.

Wait a minute. Let me get this straight.

You want to tie the knot in one week?

It'd take you longer to tie your shoelaces.

My head is spinning.

I can hardly swallow the thought,

but I won't lose my company and dealership because of this nonsense.

Okay, I get that there's money involved, but what idiot would marry you in a week?

You've always pestered me about marriage.

- Let's see you marry me off. - Me?

Aisha?

Aisha from school? He left me for her?

Why?

And to top it off, the honeymoon's in Beirut.

Fricking Beirut!

You see, Noor,

had you listened to me about getting engaged,

he wouldn't have left you for her.

And now he's having the time of his life while you're left hanging.

- I mean, look at the state of you-- - Don't!

I can clear a plate or an entire table, and it's still no one's business.

All right, okay.

I should cut you some slack, huh.

You took a serious blow to the gut.

You know, you can cry it out or rage it out. Even eat it--

Cry? Who said I--

Me, cry? No, honey, he's the one who'll do the crying. You'll see.

When he sees me married in less than a single week,

looking all beautiful in white, he'll be bawling his eyes out.

No way! Congratulations. Who's the lucky guy?

- You tell me. - What?

Find me a husband, in no more than 24 hours.

I don't care about the who, the how or the why.

- You figure it out. - I figure it out? Me?

Shut up!

I saw Noor today.

Poor girl.

Youssef played her.

Looks like I'll have to hook her up with someone.

You're kidding, right?

- I mean, you must be. - I'm not.

He looks so traditional, so uptight. I mean--

How could we possibly get along? It's impossible.

No way. Are you serious? She screams trouble.

Come on. What are you talking about?

She's well-bred, well-educated. A woman of culture, I daresay.

And she's Amal's friend too.

Come on, Noor. It's not like you're marrying the guy.

Actually, you are marrying the guy.

But, you know, a loveless marriage should be a piece of cake.

I'm messing things up, aren't I?

A bit.

Save it, Amal. I don't want to hear it.

What do you have to lose?

Just meet her. Just go on one date. You might change your mind.

Come on, Hamad. Think about it.

Okay. When?

I went to see her.

Put on my Chad face.

I went to see him. Put on my cute face.

Like Amal said, men just love a good girl.

Like Wael said,

women just love a bad boy.

Stay cute and calm. Cute and calm. Cute and--

I'm okay! Okay.

Thank you for the flowers.

You spend all your free time here?

Sure.

I love reading, to be honest.

Just love it.

Whenever I have time to spare, I prefer hanging around the library.

When I have even more time to spare,

- I sometimes hit the club. - The club?

The book club.

Yes, the book club.

I mean, poetry readings, literary discussions...

Other times, I hit the sports club.

For some cardio. You know, to stay fit.

I figured I should be up-front with you because I'm not a fan of lying.

I want to be up-front with you too.

Are you an outgoing, road-hitting party animal?

Because I am.

I can learn. I don't mind.

Looks like it's not working out.

This is not working out.

The girl looks like a total airhead. She'll be a handful.

The guy looks as dull as dishwater. He'll bore me out of my mind.

- Then call off the marriage. - Then call off the marriage.

Will you marry me?

And that's how it all started.

Ain't that a story?

- Pick it up. - Hey, man.

Don't forget to pick up the roses, okay?

Why are these still here?

Hey, Auntie. What are you still doing here?

The wedding's over? I just got here.

The honeymoon is overseas, so they headed to the airport.

Uh, Auntie Samar.

Let me introduce you to Auntie Samar, the bride's mother.

Uh, this is Auntie Iman, Hamad's aunt.

Excuse me?

Iman Abdallah.

You're Hamad's aunt?

Yes. Can you believe it? His mother is my late sister, Manal.

What a small world.

If only you made the ceremony.

They looked so lovely together.

- You have a daughter other than Noor? - No, she's my only child.

No. No way.

- Absolutely not. - What's wrong?

This can't be!

I got down to the nitty-gritty.

Youssef is staying at Koroum, a hotel up in the mountains.

But Noor, please. Hamad can't know about this.

And don't forget to delete this voice note.

Okay? You have to.

I can get behind a destination honeymoon,

but a hotel in the mountains?

I mean, there's plenty of beachfront hotels.

What are you saying?

Come on, Hamad. This hotel's got great reviews.

And this is where I want to stay. I prefer the mountainside.

I don't even like going to the beach. Don't tell me you don't like it here?

Sir, welcome to Koroum.

We're delighted to have you.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

I trust you'll enjoy your stay.

We've accommodated many VIPs.

Monsieur Philippe le Calaque, if you've heard of him.

Also, Jean-Pierre du Jerantauve.

- We've got ostrich feather bedding. - Bless you.

Long feathers. Like, on the larger side.

We take the feathers and stuff them in...

Let's go.

Oh, Hamad! You're such a troublemaker.

What's up with you?

You're just unbelievable.

Always messing around and...

Where's the key?

Let's call it a day. Come on. Don't keep me waiting.

Auntie, of all the times to call...

Just a minute. I need to go to the bathroom quickly.

I am telling you.

He's eyeing me like he wants to...

I know he has the right to, but I can't.

I just can't. What do I do?

What are you saying? Just, how? I have zero feelings for her.

I can't approach her.

Noor, this won't do.

You're newlyweds.

You need to be outgoing, sexy, flirty--

Flirty? What do you mean, flirty? Just--

What if flirting gets him in bed with me? What do I do then?

It's not a big deal, hon.

Just pretend you're tired or fake a headache.

Act dizzy.

Do exactly like I said.

You want your company, you give him a grandson.

You want Youssef jealous, you better act like you're having the time of your life.

I'm talking real passion. Give us a love story.

Okay. Fricking okay.

Wait, I need one more favor.

Can you find Youssef's room number for me?

I'm not the receptionist, am I? Just go ask them.

Don't be stupid. I can't do that. You do it, Amal.

One more thing.

I'll send you a couple of pics and reels, okay?

Put them on your Insta for Youssef to see.

And write me some simp-worthy captions. I want Youssef to see them all.

Hi, Hamad.

Hamoudi.

Hamoudi.

Okay, calm down. It's okay. You're okay.

You can do it, okay? You can do it.

Hey, Auntie. Hope everything's fine.

I'm on my honeymoon with the missus.

I know it's a bad time, but I had no choice.

It's about that missus.

You need to stay in separate rooms. You can't touch her today.

- Why? Is she out of service? - No, she's in working condition.

But she's also your sister.

Possibly.

She's possibly his sister.

Yeah, possibly.

What?

I married my sister?

Noor's mother used to leave her at our place when she was a baby.

I thought maybe your mother breastfed her five times.

If it's five, she's your sister.

If it was only once or twice, then maybe she's not.

- Why five? Why are you assuming the worst? - What, then?

- Maybe it was a one-time thing. - Maybe. We'll have to know for sure.

No. Just no. I'm taking the first flight back home. I'll divorce her.

Don't! Are you nuts? Just sit tight.

No, dear.

Don't divorce her.

We'll ask our neighbor Rana first thing in the morning.

Then we'll know for sure how many times she breastfed her.

- Okay, dear? - No, I'll tell her, and we'll go home.

- What is wrong with him? Is he crazy? - Don't tell her.

I said I'll check and get back to you.

Now you keep this to yourself, and you tell her nothing.

We don't want her dumping you and hating your guts.

All right. I'll wait.

Call me as soon as you can, okay?

Who are you talking to?

My aunt.

- I feel dizzy. - Yes, you should rest.

It must be the flight. Lay down for a bit.

You're right.

Seriously? They didn't tell you? Are they even staying at this hotel?

Did you check Aisha's social media? Did she post anything on Instagram?

Amal, do something. I need to know whether or not they're staying here.

Hamad? He's all right.

Some night it was.

He fell for that dizzy act. Can you believe it?

He spent all night trying to make a move,

but I gave my Oscar-winning performance, and he bought it.

Problem is, I don't know how long I can keep this up.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

Yesterday, I slept on the sofa because I'm always tossing and turning,

and I didn't want to bother you.

You know, since we're...

...more and more.

And also have children.

Lots of children. ASAP.

We should go out tonight.

There's this great place I just found on Instagram.

- But you don't like going out. - You do.

You like going out. And it's our honeymoon.

It's important for me that you enjoy yourself.

We should go out. Shake things up.

I'm not about that life anymore.

- I sleep early. - You're not sleeping early.

You're not, because we're newlyweds.

We're on our honeymoon, and I want you to take me out.

Forget it. I don't want to go.

We're at that club you said he'd be at.

More drama.

- Did you see him? - Not yet. We just got here.

I'm dying to see his reaction when he finds out I'm married.

Come on, Noor. It's always Youssef this, Youssef that.

You should forget about him

and focus on Hamad, the man you're actually with.

That guy's not how he made himself out to be.

It's like he's a whole other person.

Forget about him now. You wanna know what I care about?

Making Youssef green with--

Making him burn with jealousy. That's what I care about.

- Shall we dance? - I'm already in dance mode.

More like vibrate mode.

This is not dancing.

I'll show you how it's done. Come on.

How about a drink?

I don't drink. It's bad for fitness.

I don't drink either. Just figured we'd try.

Hold on.

I need to take this.

Your phone didn't ring, Hamad.

No, it's on vibrate mode.

Wael, my aunt's not picking up.

I just can't catch a break.

Yes, I need a plan B.

Find me someone else to marry.

I'm running out of time.

It's not just a wife he wants. Dad wants her pregnant too.

You know what?

I'ma dance the life out of her.

I'll have her wiped out by the time we get to the hotel.

My aunt's calling. Bye for now.

Where have you been?

I've been trying to reach you since forever.

All right, just lay it on me.

What? Tomorrow?

Unbelievable. Come on.

Fine. I'm waiting on you.

And if I call, you pick up. Please, Auntie. I'm begging you.

Let's play a game. Give me the first three digits, and I'll guess the rest.

Leave me alone, will you?

Just the first three, and I bet you'll be hearing from me tomorrow.

Get away from my wife!

- What was that? - She's my wife!

- Chill, man. - Get away from my wife!

Take it easy, guys.

- Hamad, that's enough. - I'm not done yet.

- Step back. - Chill out, bro. Final warning.

Bro? You too?

I don't want a bro! I don't want a sis!

Get out of my face!

Get out of here! Move!

So, where did those Ninja moves come from?

The library?

They cheated, you know. It was two against one.

But they learned their lesson.

I know.

Anyway, don't worry if you ever find me in a similar situation,

I can handle it.

Good night.

Hamad!

Hamad!

What is this? You can't seal it when you're done?

Are you serious?

All this yelling over a toothpaste tube? Please.

Stop right there! I'm not done!

What about this?

You should put it down when you're done!

Not up! Down!

- Good morning to you too. - This is a shared space!

I won't have it in a mess!

There are rules in this house!

You wanna talk about rules? With your stuff all over the floor?

I won't tolerate this, got it? Now we're even!

So you're turning the tables? It's my fault now?

Fault's all mine. Happy?

Don't you walk away when I'm talking to you!

And so what if you found my clothes on the floor? Just pick 'em up, bro!

I'm not your bro! Not your bro!

I'm not your--

Is this a bad time?

- Not at all. - Not at all.

We wanted you to enjoy this complimentary cake.

Isn't it a beauty? It's in celebration of your honeymoon.

By the way, they say...

our hotel works wonders for our guests.

They come in twos

and leave in threes.

Look, I want you to put us down for some killer-type activities.

The type that'll have us knocked out for two solid days.

What was that?

You want to be knocked out for two solid days?

Are you sure you're on a honeymoon?

We just like to be active. It's more of an active honeymoon.

Hiking.

Six to ten hours of walking in the wild,

in the scorching heat, all tired and sweaty, dying of thirst and hunger.

Get through that, and you're guaranteed a two-day coma.

That's what I'm talking about. Come on. Book it.

Today we book, tomorrow you go.

And what do I do today? Just sit here?

I want us to get burnt out, worn out, fricking wiped out.

I want us to be done for. Do something.

I can't believe it. Are you serious, Noor?

And you're sure it's Youssef?

Our Youssef? You're sure it's him?

Positive. It was Youssef, but he just disappeared.

I couldn't get him to see me.

I'll do it.

So, what's the plan?

We know Youssef's not at your hotel, and taking Hamad to the same club

two nights in a row is definitely not an option.

So, how are you gonna handle this mess?

I don't know.

I don't have a single clue, Amal.

But you're still on stalker duty. Stay on him. Him and his precious Aisha.

I'll deal with Hamad.

Okay, sure.

Tell me though, didn't seeing Youssef upset you?

Seriously? Upset me?

Far from it. You don't know who you're talking to, hon.

I moved on with my life just fine.

I danced without a care in the world, had a total blast.

These things can't crack me. You don't know how tough I can get.

Okay, I get it.

So, what are you guys doing today?

Going out? A fancy dinner, perhaps? What's on the books?

- I don't know yet. - Ah, all of it.

He booked one of those silly honeymoon tours.

Sunset dinners, waterfall gazing. Stuff like that.

Hamad!

Hamad!

No, man. I'm good.

- Come on. It's not so bad. - I'll pass.

- No! - Bravo, Hamad!

That's my husband.

- Don't shake it! - It feels so nice!

- Don't be scared. - I'm not! Do I look scared?

Come faster!

Hamad!

- Let's take a picture. - I'm good here.

It's okay. Get in here. You're out of frame.

- No, really. I'm good here. - Oh, my--

Don't be scared! Relax!

We're going to die! We're done for! Don't be scared though!

Relax! Don't move!

Oh, my God!

Help! Somebody!

Don't be scared!

I'm not! Will you chill?

It'll get going now. I know it! Any minute now!

What do you mean you can't find her?

I'm telling you, I just found out that her kids put her in a nursing home.

Why are you so riled up?

We'll go there and ask her, first thing in the morning.

- Take it easy. Chill, will you? - Yeah, chill.

What are you so worked up for?

- Take a breather. - Auntie, I beg you.

I need an answer by tomorrow.

I can't take it anymore.

Sure thing. I'll give you the verdict.

Just pray she doesn't turn out to be your sister.

God willing.

Hamad. What are these pills for?

Which ones?

The blue ones.

The ones in the drawer?

Yes.

They're for migraines.

I took one for my headache. Are you coming out anytime soon?

No!

It's okay. Take your time.

Go on. I'll be waiting for you.

One, two.

One, two.

One, two.

Hi, Hamoudi. Hi. Sorry.

I know. I can't keep it down.

You'll have to excuse me. I couldn't sleep.

I'm just bursting with energy!

Come on.

Come over here.

No, you stay there. Sweat it out, and come back when you're done.

What's wrong?

Are you okay?

Noor!

Are you on any medication?

No. I'm not.

Don't worry. It's a case of mild poisoning.

Possibly from something you ate.

I'll write you a prescription,

and we'll run some tests tomorrow just to be safe, okay?

Tests, yes. Of course, Doc.

Hot. I'm dying. It's too hot.

Doctor, she took some pills by mistake.

What pills?

Viagra.

Why didn't you say so from the start?

These pills boost blood circulation.

- It makes you-- - Not me, Doc.

- She's the one who took the pill. - I know, but it's good for your--

You're not listening, Doc. She took it by mistake. I don't need it.

You sure about that?

- Do you need to see for yourself? - Never mind.

God keep you in good health.

And don't worry. The missus will be fine by morning.

But I don't want you getting naughty tonight.

Naughty?

Thank you.

It's hot in here.

The girl is a powerhouse.

I thought she'd come back tired and sleep like a log, but no, sir.

You know what's even crazier?

You won't believe it.

She took the blue pill late at night.

Wanted to exercise in the middle of the night with me.

- Ain't that something? - It's something, all right.

Looks like you have a little crush.

I called to see if you could help my aunt. I feel like she's well over her head.

You're changing the subject.

- Just say it, man. - Wael.

Come on, buddy. Admit that she's growing on you. Admit it.

Wael, are you helping my aunt or not?

Fine. I'll help her out.

I found the nursing home where the woman's staying,

and she's visiting her today, lover boy.

Oh, king of hearts.

Can you believe he still hasn't come near me?

And get this.

Yesterday, he was worried sick about me. Stayed with me all night till I recovered.

I see. I think you should be worried. How come he didn't make a move?

He must be a little shy.

I also haven't given him any chances since we got here.

Well, if that's the case, forget about Youssef and focus on Hamad.

- Looks like he's a keeper. - Amal, don't start. Please.

Okay, fine.

By the way,

Youssef hasn't posted anything since yesterday.

He'll post for sure, just keep...

Keep an eye on him.

Let me go check on Hamad. I left him hanging.

Noor.

Noor.

Where are you going?

Giving you space. Maybe there's a girl you wanna charm with your lovely playing.

You're jealous?

By the way, you left the toilet seat up yet again. Okay?

Come on now.

Excuse me.

Tell me, are we in for a treat?

Totally.

- A tiring treat? - Very.

Absolutely.

Wow. Look at that, Hamad.

Aren't you tired?

Tired? Hell, no.

Not even a little bit.

Come on, Hamad.

Will you put this thing down and join us? That's enough.

You've been on your phone all day.

Sorry.

By the way, the trip is wonderful.

Really wonderful. Thank you.

Are you going to keep thanking me for everything?

Okay, why don't you tell me something I don't know about you?

You know nothing about me.

What? I know lots about you.

I do. Don't give me that look.

I know you don't like sports.

I know you can't dance. At all.

And I know you leave your toothpaste open and your toilet seat up.

What else? Right.

I know you're cheating on me with your phone, and on our honeymoon.

See? Still think I know nothing about you?

What else do you want to know?

I don't know. Nothing specific.

You can start with your childhood.

I was a troublemaker.

Always partying with the boys, never sleeping under the same roof twice.

I mean, textbook bad boy.

I'm joking.

I was a loner.

Why? Where were your parents?

My mom-- May her soul rest in peace--

She died when I was a little boy.

My father had two other wives.

Married two more when she died.

He had four wives?

To him, marriage is a walk in the park.

Always marrying, always divorcing. A true serial spouse.

Tell me, how did you come to play the piano?

Well, I'm not much of a player.

My mom used to play the piano.

I learned to play so I can remember her. That's all.

Actually, you're a great player.

You think so?

I do.

And you don't dabble with any instruments? Only punching bags?

I know a little Muay Thai, is all.

- What was that? - Muay Thai? Muay Thai.

"I only do a bit of cardio."

Auntie, I can't take it anymore.

I'm taking the first flight back to Kuwait.

Hamad, dear, where have you been?

I've been trying to call you all day. Couldn't get through.

The reception is bad here.

Stay there, honey. Knock yourselves out.

Congratulations. Turns out Noor is not your sister.

We went to the nursing home and asked our neighbor Rana.

She confirmed it.

- Your mother never breastfed her. - Really? You're sure?

We're so happy for you.

Oh, groom-to-be The eye of God follows thee

- The moon and the stars follow thee - And the stars follow thee

Yes!

Lay it on me, Amal.

No way, Amal! No--

No fricking way.

- Are you kidding me? - I'm not.

Like I said, Noor.

Youssef viewed all the stories I shared from your account

and left an angry emoji on every single one of them.

Surely, his honeymoon is wrecked by now.

Please.

Sorry.

Okay, and check this out.

I found out where Youssef is staying.

He posted a pic, and I got the hotel's name.

No way. You're kidding, Amal.

Seriously? Hang on. Stay with me. One minute--

- Hey! - Sorry. Excuse me.

You've got to be kidding me.

Good morning.

What's all this?

Isn't it too early for this kind of thing?

Yeah, but we're man and wife.

Not just fiancés.

Sit down, darling.

Sit.

You sweet thing. I just love what you've done with the place.

- Really? - Really. I mean, absolutely.

The roses, the candles.

I'm a sucker for these things.

It's just that...

I feel this tightness in my chest. Like something's off.

I don't know, maybe it's--

Got it. The hotel.

You must've noticed, honey.

Ever since we got here, we haven't been able to...

Honestly, this hotel has been a jinx.

Right? A jinx.

Absolutely.

We just got to Lebanon anyway. We can switch hotels. Where to?

The sea! Let's go for a hotel by the sea.

- Good afternoon. - Welcome.

- Hello. - Welcome.

Pleasure having you, Mr. and Mrs. Ibrahim.

It's okay. Don't sweat it.

- It's okay. - Mr. and Mrs.

- Forget it. - Hamad. No, it's--

- I hate these things. Come on. Let's go. - Bye.

- Wow. - As always, you drag us where you want to.

It's wonderful here.

Why don't we go back to the chalet?

Get cozy. Get talking.

You want to miss out on this beautiful scenery,

this beautiful place, this ambience, just to sit alone in a chalet? No way.

The chalet's not going anywhere.

- Then let's go for a swim. - I don't like swimming.

- I'm good here. - You don't like it or you don't know how?

So you act all high and mighty,

throwing punches and messing people up,

and you don't know how to swim?

So what if I don't?

And I already told you I can't swim.

It's not like I haven't tried. I did. But my instructor...

- Aisha? - What's gotten into you?

- It's Aisha. - Who's that?

- Who's Aisha? - That's her.

- Darling, you know-- - What are you doing?

What have you done? Are you crazy?

- Noor! - Aiusha, sweetie. Crazy seeing you here.

What are you doing in Lebanon?

First time seeing you in ages, and it's in Lebanon?

Yes. I got married. We're on our honeymoon.

- This is my husband. - Congratulations.

- Thanks. - Hi, Aiusha.

It's Aisha.

Sorry about this. We got too passionate.

What a coincidence. I'm on my honeymoon too.

You remember Youssef, right?

He was just here. Youssef!

- Youssef! - That will leave a stain.

Come here, honey.

Come here, honey.

Remember Noor, my neighbor and classmate?

Yeah, I remember her.

- Hi, there. - Hi.

- Ibrahim. - Hamad.

I mean, Hamad. Hamad, my husband. My baby.

Hamad Ibrahim.

Youssef Youssef.

Looks like Youssef Sr. is quite fond of his name.

Funny, I always say that.

I'm worried that if we have a boy, he'd name him Youssef.

Hey, we should meet for dinner.

- No. - No.

Actually, we can't do dinner tonight. Why, you may ask?

Because my dearest Hamad is taking me out to Batroun.

We'll have some seafood, walk around the market.

I don't think we can make it.

I'm also taking Aiusha out for her birthday.

See if you can join us.

Honey, what a lovely surprise.

I thought he forgot about my birthday. You must come.

- No-- - Of course!

Of course we're coming. We can't miss her birthday.

We'll be there.

Everything okay in there?

Noor?

I'm fine. It's just that my zipper got stuck.

Would you please zip it for me?

I hate it. It looks bad.

I have no idea what to wear to this birthday.

- This Aisha-- - Hey! Watch it.

What's her deal?

What do you mean?

We went to school together.

Her family moved to the US. She was gone for ten years. Haven't seen her since.

What about Youssef?

What about him?

I'm just saying, what's his deal?

- He's her cousin. - Okay.

He was our neighbor too, but we lost touch.

I don't like it.

Now what am I supposed to wear to this birthday?

Hey, since you girls are not that close, I say we skip the birthday.

Let's just stay here and chill, like--

Hey! Come on. We gave them our word.

- We have to go. - We'll say we got held up in Batroun.

We'll say no such thing. Let's just go and leave early. Come on.

Thank you, guys. Anyway, story time.

I'll tell you about my days in the US.

My folks got me an English teacher.

In six months, I was practically a singing canary.

So perfect. So perfect English.

I had many girlfriends in Kuwait, but none in the US.

And you know I can't do without my girlfriends.

Anyway, I tried this and that and...

I need to use the restroom. Excuse me.

What are you doing?

What do you mean? Can't a woman give her man some attention?

Let's go back to the chalet.

So tell me, how did you guys meet?

- Remember when we-- Tell him. - We-- You tell it better.

- No, you tell it. I get shy. - You know it better though.

- You tell it. - Shall I?

You know, I used to find all men just--

Like, I was never getting married.

Then I met Hamad, my love.

He's not like any other man. He is truly one of a kind.

Come on. You tell the rest.

Actually, Noor--

- Excuse me. - No. Don't.

- I need to take this. - Hamad!

Any updates?

Yeah, the paperwork's ready.

Just buy us some time.

Soon, I'll be back to seal the deal. This is an opportunity I can't miss.

- Noor, we need to talk. - We have nothing to talk about.

Why won't you understand?

This is not what I wanted.

My father wanted me to marry my cousin, so I did.

Stop. Just stop. What's wrong with you?

- Aren't you sick of these excuses? - Noor, I still love you.

And this charade of yours tells me you still love me too.

Let's just work it out. Get back together.

What's wrong?

What is this love you speak of?

Where is it?

Should I remind you what you've done?

You've been the most selfish,

self-absorbed man ever.

You never cared about me. Never.

Noor, I'm sorry. Let's put this behind us.

Where are you going?

You're still wearing it?

- Shall we? - Sure.

Thank you for having us.

Hey, I...

booked a yacht for tomorrow morning. You should come along.

Oh, my God, Youssef! A yacht?

So, so perfect. Please come.

- No, tomorrow is-- - No, we--

- We're not early birds. - Yes. What he said.

Frankly, I didn't like those two. Youssef and Aisha.

They're pompous and lame.

I think we should pass on the yacht. I don't even want to see them again.

Something wrong?

I'm a bit tired.

You've been crying. Why?

It's nothing.

I'm just tired.

Thank you for everything though.

I mean...

thank you.

Hey, Auntie.

Thank God you answered.

I've got some bad news.

Is Noor around?

So, she's back to being my sister? You're driving me nuts here!

I didn't say that.

Our neighbor at the nursing home,

poor thing's got Alzheimer's, so she kind of comes and goes.

We can't take her word for it. I need to ask her maid.

And where's that maid?

Tomorrow, I'll know for sure.

Just don't mention this to Noor.

Like I said, keep it to yourself.

Bye now.

Bye.

Hamad!

What are you doing sleeping here?

What?

I went for a walk last night.

It was cool outside. Looks like I dozed off.

So, what are our plans for today?

Should we go out, or better yet, stay in the hotel?

- Maybe laze around, mess around-- - Mess around? No, we'll go out.

- It'll be nice. - Hamad!

- Noor! - Hi.

So, is it a go or a pass?

It's a go. Count us in.

We're in.

Come on then. I've got everything here with me.

We'll get ready and catch up. Let's go.

I'm not letting go! Stop trying to make me!

- I told you, I have a phobia. - Let's take a selfie.

- I can't right now. - Come. It'll be good.

Why did you make us tag along?

Oh, my God.

I wanted to give them a second chance.

She's your friend, isn't she?

So? Will you be fishing with me? You don't look like the type though.

Hamad.

His friends used to call him "Skipper."

Yes, sir. That's how good he is at fishing. Right, honey?

- Damn right. - Hamad.

- But I don't have my gear with me. - Don't worry. I came prepared.

I've got everything you need for fishing.

- Guess we're having sharks for dinner. - Yay! Shark fish.

This rod is no good. It--

It broke off. See?

It's busted.

Seriously, Hamad?

Not a single catch? You've been fishing for an hour.

You got us fishing in a dead zone.

Dead zone? My basket is full.

If you don't know how to fish, there's no shame in saying so.

Actually, Hamad is an artist of a fisherman.

But the rod you gave him is useless.

Like many other things.

Give it here. I'll show him how it's busted.

- Noor, it can't be fixed. Noor! - Just a sec. I'll show him. Wait a minute.

- Oh, my God! - She fell.

Noor!

What a sight.

Hey.

Juice? Oh, it's tea.

This guy, Hamad. He's the man you're counting on to get under my skin?

Get under your skin?

Big of you to think you're even on my mind.

A word of advice, stop comparing yourself to Hamad

because it would take you a million years to be the man he is.

Okay?

At least, when he saw me drowning,

he didn't just stand there laughing.

He jumped.

Don't make this a big deal. So what if I forgot you can't swim?

Yeah, so what?

It's not the only thing you forgot about.

I didn't forget the fact that I love you.

I'm sorry.

I'm the one who's sorry.

What's this?

What is it?

No way.

Really? We're going?

- Thank you! - I'm sunburned.

Sorry. I forgot.

Hamad!

Hamad!

This party's on fire!

It's on fire, baby!

If my friends were to see me like this, they'd be in stitches.

It doesn't matter. What matters is that you look cute.

- So damn cute! - Too damn cute. Cute!

Why don't we turn off that vibrate mode of yours and get you ringing.

Dance with me. Please.

- I'll just be in your way. - No, you won't. Come on. Let's go.

Just a sec.

- Hamad, not now! Please! - It's a very important call.

Hamad, please! No!

Hey, honey.

Whoa, that's quite the getup. What happened to you?

Not now, Auntie. Out with it.

Congratulations, honey. Noor is not your sister.

Your mother never breastfed her after all.

Congratulations, dear.

You're sure? A hundred percent?

- A hundred percent. - A hundred percent.

He's a nutjob, isn't he?

Yeah!

Astonishing! Just wow!

I see nothing wow-worthy but you! You're a beauty!

- Okay, I'm a beauty. - You're my beauty, not my sister!

- Where did that come from? - Let's have a drink. Come on.

A drink? No harm in trying.

Give us anything. We want to drink.

- Make it a virgin cocktail. - Make it a virgin cocktail.

Where are you taking me?

Will you teach me?

Teach you?

Who's there?

Did anything happen between us?

I don't know.

Even if it did happen, you're my wife.

My wife?

My wife.

Auntie.

- Auntie. - What's wrong, Hamad?

What are you doing?

You're my wife.

Do you know what that means?

You're my wife. Thank God! You're my wife.

- You're my wife. - Right.

My wife. Thank goodness.

Hamad.

My wife. Thanks be to Allah that you're my wife.

Thanks, man. You came through for me.

Of course. Not to mention, she's just your type.

I want to tell her the truth.

Are you kidding?

After everything we did? You're just going to blow it?

Listen to me. She'll never forgive you.

You want to tell her that you only married to give your father a grandson,

or else you'd have no dealership or inheritance.

And you expect her to go, "I forgive you, sweetheart"?

No way. She'd sooner kill you.

I don't know. I feel like I should tell her the truth.

I can't lie to her anymore.

Looks like you love her for real.

Hamad, please listen to me.

Don't ruin this marriage.

Just let it be. Please.

What's wrong?

Anything bothering you?

It's nothing. I'm just tired.

Go to the room. I'll catch up with you.

Noor.

- Hold on. We need to talk. - There's nothing to talk about.

We're both married.

Why can't you understand that I had no say in this?

Enough! Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Because you should be.

This is unbecoming of a man.

Forget about anything that ever happened between us, understand?

About what?

- Forget about what? - Forget about us!

Because I'm a married woman now, and I love my husband.

Don't show me that face of yours ever again.

I have no idea what you're talking about. This doesn't make sense.

Remember that selfie we took together?

The moment I posted it, the girls started commenting.

"How could you be okay with this?" "How come you're not jealous?"

-"How can you let her near your husband?" - Aisha, honey, none of that is true.

It's just water under the bridge.

Then what were you two doing just now?

Listen, woman.

If you're not satisfied with your man, then that's your problem.

Not mine!

When Youssef wanted a wife for himself, he chose me!

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

A married woman pursuing a married man?

Noor,

Youssef is a red line!

If you cross that line,

I swear to God,

I will ruin your life.

How could I do something so stupid? Why did I do that?

Trust me, Hamad doesn't deserve this. He's a very sweet man.

I can never forgive myself for what I've done.

Not in a million years.

I don't know where he is.

You know how many times I've called him? I don't even know why he's not picking up.

Look, Noor, I didn't want to upset you,

but if you think that you used Hamad,

just know that he used you too.

What?

I don't understand. What do you mean, he used me too?

What's that supposed to mean?

- What are you? Really. Are you even sane? - What?

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

Hey, I'm talking to you! Don't you turn your back on me!

You'd better get talking! Or perhaps you have nothing to say for yourself, huh?

I know everything.

I know why you took us to Lebanon. Why you specifically chose this hotel.

It was all for that lout, Youssef. Just to get back at him for leaving you.

What kind of person are you? Are you insane?

Of course.

Now you're turning the tables on me! Right?

No surprise there. I'm the bad guy now!

But at least I wasn't forced into marrying you

by a father who threatened to deny me my inheritance

unless he sees his grandson's sonogram within a month.

Am I right? Right.

What are you talking about? Where do you get the nerve?

I put up with your lunacy, your rashness, your everything,

so as not to upset you once!

This honeymoon is testing me like nothing else has!

You call this a honeymoon? Huh?

You know-- You know what you really are? You're the--

- The worst thing that ever happened to me! - Oh, yeah? Well, you're--

You're insufferable! How can you even live with yourself?

I expected no less of you! Just like any other man,

you're a backtracking liar!

And just like all women, you're a lying opportunist!

Me, an opportunist?

Liar! You're a liar!

I hate you, you hear me? I hate you!

- How could I even marry someone like you? - Well, it's not too late to fix that.

Divorce me. Now! Go ahead.

Divorce me.

Easy. I divorce you.

What's that? What's happening? What's wrong with them?

We thought it'd be a nice surprise.

- Right? - Right.

- What's going on? - Tell me, sweetie. What is it?

It's over.

- It's over. I know everything. - No, sweetie. Noor, listen to me, dear.

Hamad's not in on this.

- We made him keep it from you. - Yeah.

There was reasonable doubt that his mother breastfed you as a baby,

but now we've got a ruling.

You're not his sister, honey. Thank God.

- This calls for a celebration. - Let's hear it.

Stop!

What's wrong?

I don't understand. Sister? Whose sister?

What are they saying? You knew about this, and you didn't tell me?

- What did I say? - What did you not say?

You're unbelievable! Could it get any nastier than that?

I can't live with you another minute. Divorce me. Do it!

I just did.

I divorce you. Happy now?

Whoa.

- Good morning, sir. - Good morning.

- Hello, sir. - Hi.

Hamad, you need to whip yourself into shape.

I talked to the guys at the German company.

We're signing in two weeks.

Congratulations.

But make no mistake,

I stand by what I said.

Like it or not, you're getting married.

And this time, I'm choosing the bride.

You're marrying your cousin Maryam.

Take care.

Noor.

Noor, I came to apologize for everything I've done to you.

I'm sorry, truly.

Noor.

I'm talking to you, Noor.

Say the word and I'll divorce her.

If you haven't tried raw liver, you're really missing out.

Raw liver?

Yeah, it was Noor's idea.

Well, if you're so in love, what's keeping you away?

From the raw liver, I mean.

Serves me right for sharing.

Hamad, buddy, you haven't stopped talking about Noor since you got back.

Put yourself in my shoes. You have no idea what I've been through.

I'll never forget what she's done. Even if I do love her.

It goes both ways. You both made mistakes.

It's not the same.

She did all this to vex another man.

To provoke him into getting back to her.

And it worked. They're back together. Her plan was a success.

Wait a minute.

Hamad, you're wrong.

They're not back together. You've got it all wrong.

So, you know, Youssef tried to get her back.

He promised to divorce his cousin, but she did not accept.

Hamad, do you know how many sleepless nights she spent bawling her eyes out?

It pains me to see her so heartbroken.

Hey, Dad.

I talked to your uncle.

The sit-down is in two days.

Will you be there, or should I expect to be disgraced in front of my brother?

I can't believe it. You're leaving? Just like that?

What else can I do? I have no choice.

Mashallah, Aisha left no stone unturned.

She told everyone about us.

I go to the gym or the library, and everyone's giving me the side-eye.

Like, "There's the home-wrecker."

I can't take it anymore.

You're in a hot spot. I get it.

But, what about me? What about your mom? You're just leaving us behind?

Of course, I'll visit.

We'll talk. We'll meet.

I don't know, Amal. This is my best shot.

There's this gym in Beirut.

They need a fitness trainer, so I sent in my resume.

We'll see how it goes.

And please, I'm begging you.

If you really care about me, say nothing to anyone.

Not my number, not where I'm staying. Nothing.

"Praise be to Allah,

lord of all worlds, the most compassionate,

most merciful, the possessor of the day of doom.

You only do we worship, and you only do we beseech for help.

Guide us on the straight path..."

Hello?

Hi, Issam.

Issam, we can't talk anymore.

My wedding is next week.

I'm sorry I couldn't convince my parents.

Forgive me, Issam.

- Hello? - Noor,

- did you see the screenshot I sent you? - Yes, I just did.

I wish him the very best.

And this was your real reaction?

The news didn't upset you in any way?

Well, I don't know what to tell you.

See? He married his cousin after all.

They all marry their cousins.

Tell me, what becomes of a girl who has no cousin?

Can't argue with that.

So, he didn't try to reach you at all?

So much for keeping my number to yourself.

Why, though? Did he ask you about me?

He didn't,

but he's getting married this week, so why would he?

Do you want him to?

Are you sure about this?

How?

Today's your wedding day, right?

Right.

And tomorrow's the honeymoon.

Of all the places in the world, you chose to spend it here?

Where's your bride?

I used to think that nothing could ever scare me.

But the moment you left my side...

I was afraid I'd lose the most beautiful thing in my life.

You have no idea what you did to me.

Your madness, your antics.

You gave color to my life.

You're the first person

who could make me feel alive.

Where's your cousin?

She did the same thing I'm doing.

She went to the one she loves.

We must get back together.

Say yes. Come on. Don't turn him down.

Say yes.

Say yes. Come on. Say yes.

Hamad, I can't put up with any more lies.

No more lies from now on.

Honesty it is, even if it hurts.

What about your work?

What about your father?

Everything can wait.

Except for us. I can't wait to be with you.

Noor...

will you marry me today?

No, not today. This instant.

Say yes. Come on. Say it. You can't turn him down.

- Hold on! - He's madly in love with you.

- Say yes! - Hold on!

I have one condition.

- What is it? - Write her a blank check.

- Say yes. He'll say yes. - He will. Say you will, Hamad.

Promise me to always put the toilet seat down.

As you should.

Just make it a habit.

Sure.

Oh, bridegroom

- Oh, bridegroom - Oh, bridegroom

The eye of God follows thee

The moon and the stars follow thee

- Congratulations. - I'm having a grandson.

Congratulations.

What do we say in times like these? Congratulations!

Congratulations.

I'm not okay!

Perhaps, not all love stories kick off to a honeyed start.

Some may start as sour as ever,

then become as sweet as honey.

And not just for the honeymoon, but for life.