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Faizan was ice....

Amira was fire.....

Faizan stays away from trouble...

Amirah was a magnet for troubles...

Faizan was a straight A student....

Amirah was always the average one....

Faizan was teachers pet...

Amirah was teachers enemy...

Faizan was the good boy...

Amirah was the badass Queen...

Faizan knows how to obey his family.....

Amirah knows how to disobey her family......

The Sk corporation and Ali group of industries were the top most companies of the country holding immense power, money and authority.

What will happen when two opposite personality is arranged into marriage by their families?

Preview:

"Faizan, you need to visit the construction site today, leave soon after breakfast" - Junaid.

"But, Bhai, my parents have invited the two of us over lunch as it's sunday and tomorrow we are living for hon..vacation" - Amirah.

"That is exactly why he needs to oversee the work" - Junaid.

"Its-" -

"Amirah dear, it's about work and between brothers, stay out of it" - Hashim.

"But-"

"Alright, bhai" - Faizan held her thigh under the table to stop her, otherwise his father might get angry on her which he didn't want.

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"Amirah, wake up early from tomorrow and help in the kitchen", - Yusra.

"Alright Mom"

Next day, she woke up at 4 am and knocked at her mother-in-law's room to ask what was she supposed to do?

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"How dare you to feed leftovers to my son?" - Samaira.

"This dish is literally cooked in the morning, and now it's afternoon" - Amirah

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"Why the hell did you give this curry to Faizan? Don't you know he is allergic to white paper?" - Amirah.

"If you care about your husband so much then cook his food yourself" - Samaira.

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...Family Tree:...

(This is an AI edit of Faizan, I created, that I described in the book)

Faizan Sheikh

27

Studied MBA from Harvard uni.

Job - General Manager at

Sk Corporation.

Personality - *V***ery polite, sometimes shy (not submissive tho) and kind. The obedient youngest son of the family**.

Mother - Yusra Sheikh

Father - Hashim Sheikh

Elder brother - Junaid Sheikh

Sister-in-law - Samaira Sheikh

Nephew - Zayan Sheikh

Elder sister - Tasnima Ahmed

Brother-in-law - Munawar Ahmed

Cousin brother - Naim Khan

Sister-in-law - Noor Jahan

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(This an AI edit of Amirah, I created, that I described in the book)

Amirah Ali

25

Studied Journalism and Mass communication from Boston uni.

Currently not working.

Personality - Sweet and kind to only those who deserve but is a sass/badass Queen. She doesn't take anyone's shit but can be polite ONLY if she wants to be.

Father - Murad Ali

Mother - Samima Ali

Elder brother - Yusuf Ali

Sister-in-law - Jumana khan-Ali 

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...This story contains:...

Muslim characters.

Billionaire romance.

Halal romance fiction.

Family Drama.

Multiple P. O. Vs

Happy ending.

⚠Warning

Mentions of stereotypical or orthodox rules/statements which might look unfair, triggering or offensive.. But this is how our society is, UNFAIR.. So yeah..

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...Disclaimer:...

The characters in the book follow the religion of Islam.

The characters are not perfect because humans can never be and this book is nothing but a product of my own imagination, thus DO NOT RELATE THE STORY WITH REALITY.

I tried my hardest to portray the beauty of my religion but as I said my characters are not perfect thus they do not represent the religion

itself.

I repeat DO NOT TAKE THE STORY TO YOUR HEART AND MAINTAIN THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN REALITY AND FICTION.

Feel free to ask if you have any questions..

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Amirah

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"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Mumbai! This is your pilot speaking. We've just landed safely after a smooth flight from Boston. We hope you enjoyed your journey with us on our premium airline. Thank you for flying with us and we wish you a pleasant stay here in Seoul or a safe onward journey. Again, thank you for choosing us today.",

Closing the magazine that I had been reading, stood up from my seat. Grabbing my hand bag from the compartment, I made my way to descent down the stairs as I was in the Business class.

As I stepped out of the door I drew in a deep breath, my lips curled into a subtle grin after inhaling the fresh morning air of my mother land after four years.

Walking past the long hallways, I found myself near the baggage carousel. I was about to grab my first Louis Vuitton luggage case, but out of nowhere a man probably in his late twenties got it for me. It would be a lie if I said, it didn't irritate me.

"Let me get that for you, sweetness", the man gave a boying smile but I was compelled to roll my eyes.

I didn't have any problems with people working for me but I hated when men try to act all tough and show off their strength. 'Like bro I ain't gonna be impressed by your muscles'.

"Dare you to call me those cringe ass petnames then my fist might greet your cheek gracefully", my lips curled into a bashful smile but it was enough for him to get the message.

"I was just helping", he stated with a bewildered frown.

"I don't remember asking for it also there was definitely no need for you to add the cringe name", I hissed at him.

"Chill bro! What got you so worked up?", he retorted. I scoffed at his words.

"You calling me names", I deadpanned. He stared at me in like I grew two new skulls as he walked away grumbling.

If it wasn't for me being in the airport, I would have thrown hands at that moron. How dare he? Idiot.

Ruined my mood just when I landed, great.

I got my two other bags as I made my way to the exit terminal. I scanned the area to find the familiar face but to my disappointment my brother was learning against his Mercedes as if he was too bored to be here in the early hour of dawn. This b-

I stood in front of my still oblivious brother with a scoff.

"Why are you even here if you are so uninterested?", I rolled my eyes as I abandoned my wheel cart for my brother and chauffeur to fix the luggage and hopped inside the back seat.

"Be grateful I am here, brat", I heard him say before closing the door.

I sent a quick text to the one I was expecting to see the face of but I was certain that sloth might be sleeping like a log. Rolling my eyes, I kept my cell aside, as my brother got in beside me.

"Won't even greet me properly, brat?", he hissed as he pulled me for a side hug anyway, before pressing a kiss on my forehead.

"You seemed like, you would rather be in your bed than being here", I glowered at him as he chuckled.

"Can't blame me, your bhabi is too cuddly to be left alone in bed", he smirked as I gagged at his disgustingly romantic self.

"Whatever",

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Jumana

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Hustling and bustling would be the perfect words to describe the present scenario of our home. The domestic helps were running around to clean the fancy room which was specially designed in a black and grey theme yet looks cozy at the same time for my beloved sister-in-law, Amirah, who was coming back from the states after years.

The bed sheets, curtains, cushion covers, fluffy rug was particularly grey in order to contrast with the black furnitures and to match with the walls.

The study room which had similar decor as the bedroom consist of a fancy desk with a full length open shelf, containing different magazines, books related to journalism, romance fictions and arts supplies as it was Amirah's hobby where as passion was journalism. Although, she was an heir to the family business nevertheless there was not a trance of business among her belongings.

Very selected dishes were getting prepared and cooks were really anxious of the perfect taste that she demands. It had to be spicy yet shouldn't burn the tongue.

"Have you asked the guards to spread the red carpet from the gate till the front door, Jumana dear", my mother-in-law, the beautiful lady of the house asked with a roll of her pretty eyes.

"Yes mom", her expression had me laughing.

"What about black roses, that brat will throw a huge tantrum if it's not present", she huffed rolling her eyes for god knows how many times.

"Yes, it has already arrived. I had to place a special order for the color because not everyone like black flowers", I let out a chuckle.

"Of course.. That brat is obsessed with black", she sighed.

"What is the chaos early in the morning?", my father-in-law asked whilst descending down the stairs, yawing and scratching his hair. It was sunday hence he woke up late.

"Don't tell me you forgot about your devil of a daughter's arrival", she again rolled her eyes.

"Oh! yes.. Didn't she land yet?", he asked fixing his hair and casual clothes a little while staring at himself in the mirror present in the living room.

"Yusuf just texted me, they are on their way back", I informed before locking phone.

"Hmm.. Do you think I need to change?", Dad asked posing himself weirdly in front of the mirror checking himself out which had us to face palm.

"Wallahi! Like father like daughter.. I am done with these two", Mom exclaimed dramatically.

"Don't be dramatic, my princess is returning back after years", he retorted.

"Then do one thing wear the tuxedo that you recently bought for the business party", Mom sassed and I was having a hard time holding back my laugh.

"Yes.. Why didn't I get the idea before?", Dad suddenly said with wide eyes and idiotic grin and we could just blink at him dumbly.

"No?", his smile fell as a pout formed on his lips and return back to styling his plain white t-shirt and pants. He could be a kid sometimes.

Not long after, a honk of a car echoed indicating the arrival of the brother and sister. The three of us quickly rushed towards the already opened front door.

"Ma'am, the flowers", a maid came running up to us with the bouquet of black roses.

"Oh! thank you dear..", Mom took it, before quickly composing her posture.

"Quick everyone stand at the either side and be as dramatic as possible", I instructed in a hushed tone, as the house helps complied.

A security opened the back door of the Mercedes and a black heavy boots came in sight. Everyone of us was holding our breath in anticipation for we would see our devil Queen after four years.

No matter how much annoyed Mom usually got, nonetheless she was really excited to see her daughter after years. I could feel her happiness in her slightly glossy eyes, as was Dad's which had me to chuckle softly.

Finally, Amirah pushed her body out of the car before looking up at our family with a.......smirk?

Mom yet again, rolled her eyes... But smiled at her beloved daughter either way seeing her coming towards her.

She was clad in a black full sleeves t-shirt that reached her mid-thigh paired with black jeans, she wore a pair of heavy boots that reached her calf. Her waist length wavy hair was covered with a black headscarf adding more to the beauty.

Her face was indeed ethereal like an angel but appearance and persona was of a demon Queen.

"Assalamu Alaikum! fellas", she greeted with a smirk, her voice was melodious but aura was dark.

"Yah! Brat did you forget your manners.. ", Mom barked which made the younger to roll her eyes.

"Fine.. Assalamu Alaikum.. Ammijaan.. Abbujaan and Bhabijaan", she made dramatic gesture of Salam. I laughed, she didn't change a bit.

"Good", Mom said proudly.

"Here.. Your bhabi had to place a special order", she rolled her eyes handing the bouquet to her daughter.

"Oh! dear mother.. Don't roll your eyes so much, one day your irises will be stuck at the back of your head", she said innocently, sniffing her favorite flowers.

Mom was about to retort but another voice stopped her.

"My princess. Come to dada", Dad chirped spreading his arms to which Amirah cringed so hard.

"Eh! What am I, 4? Don't be dramatic, dad", she scrunched her nose which was enough for Dad to pout sadly.

"Also.. You should have put more effort in dressing, why so casual?", she questioned.

"Meanie.. I styled my hair with water for you", he mumbled jutting his lips more intentionally.

"Okay okay.. come here my action packed father", Amirah giggled before hugging Dad dearly, which had everyone of us present there to smile.

"Amirah", I chirped, throwing myself on her who chuckled.

"Yes! I missed you too, bhabi", she patted my head as if I was a toddler.

"Hey! I am older than you", I smacked her arm.

"But still shorter than me", she laughed and I huffed playfully.

"Don't bully my Wife, Amirah", yes my husband came to the rescue.

"Yes, Yusuf tell her", I faked a whin.

"Don't be so whipped, bhai", she rolled her eyes at which the other just shrugged.

"Let's go inside now", Dad ushered us as we walked in just to be showered with rose petals.

We thought Amirah must be really happy and twirling around while giggling. But Naaahhh!

"Yes peasants.. Hail your Queen", Amirah spread her arms with a proud expression on her face and the family members was completely fed up with her dramatic self.

The little family of ours settled in the living room, the helps served us with refreshments.

"I made home made dark chocolate milk shake for you", Mom smiled giving the glass to her daughter.

"Why did you put so effort mom? Could have just bought the cartons instead", she said taking the glass.

"Can't you just be thankful for once, brat?", Mom said faking her annoyance at which the younger shrugged.

"How was U.S... Princess?", Dad asked.

"Blast", she said shortly.

"Yeah! that's the reason I received calls every now and then from your professors", Yusuf shook his head in disappointment.

"What? Why am I not aware of this? Amirah Ali, what did you do?", came a roaring voice of Mom.

Amirah rolled her eyes at her brother who gave a sheepishly smile for exposing her.

"Why do you have to be so big mouth, bhai?", she exclaimed in annoyance.

"Just look at this brat.. Not even guilty for getting into trouble", the lade of the house gritted her teeth.

"Mom.... I don't find troubles, troubles find me.. It's not my fault.. And anyway it's in the past now", she shrugged casually.

"Honey.. She just came back, let her be", Dad said saving his princess from her mother's wrath.

"Go freshen up, Amirah. Lunch is ready", I added.

"Okay..", the aforementioned left to freshen up.

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Amirah

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"Ahh.. So good to be back", I inhaled the fresh homely aroma of my room as I walked in with a satisfied grin.

"Everything looks perfect", I smirked knowing no matter what my dearest  mother loved me enough to prepare everything as per my preference.

I pull my t-shirt over my head throwing it somewhere on the ground whilst walking towards the closet, unhooking the jeans, I abandoning it on the ground and continued to walk, my hips swaying naturally.

I shuffled through few of my cloths already neatly arranged inside as my luggage was yet to be unpacked. Grabbing a loose comfortable hoodie and trousers I walked towards the washroom but stopped in front of the mirror. I scanned my perfectly curved lean frame, tilting my head,

"Hmm.. I look hot", I complimented myself smirking before posing like a model playfully, giggling at myself.

I walked towards the washroom, taking off my shoes, I closed the door to take a long refreshing shower.

I went down stairs after, dressing myself and had lunch with my family, usually bickering with my mother while Dad and Bhabi were saving my butt from time to time.

Being the youngest daughter, I was always pampered and spoilt, my parents didn't think their,

"Oh! she is a kid, will learn when she will grow up", will back fire at them.

I grew up to be sassy, a woman with a strong will who prioritise her beliefs, opinions and values who doesn't give a heed about society if it didn't concern me. I never thought what would people think of me and lived my life to the fullest following my own rules.

Ever since childhood, I was a free bird who never even listened to anyone, not even my parent's instructions, well only if I think those are unnecessary. Of course, I loved and respected them a lot but if I believe they are trying to control me or wrong in some matters, I fought back.

My parents taught me to be independent and always honor my dignity which I knew how to do it very well.

However, my parents knew I never disrespected them unnecessarily, I just loved to get on their nerves, behaved like a brat as they called me.

I was someone who loved herself more than anyone in this world. Those funny bickering are nothing but happy moments, none took my words seriously unless I was actually serious.

Also no matter how much sassy I was, I never disrespected others unnecessarily as well.. If they didn't manage to get on my bad side, of course. I wasn't someone to back down from standing up for myself. I knew how to show people their right places.

I had one rule in my life, 'Amirah sees it, Amirah likes it, Amirah wants it, Amirah gets it'. And no power on earth could stop me from achieving my goal, if my Creator was with me.

Yeah! I was a spoilt brat who loved spending her father's money on herself but my father never complained, so none other should.

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Faizan

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A piercing sound of alarm echoed inside the eerie silent room, it did reach my ears but failed to wake me up from my semi conscious state. And like every morning exactly at 8 am, I heard the familiar ring tone of my phone indicating the arrival of a call.

It finally managed to earn a movement from me, I shuffled my hand on the night stand, struggling to grab the device without opening my eyes to received the call.

I jolted up on my bed when the piercing high pitched voice stung my poor ears, sleep disappearing from my eyes, making me sober almost immediately.

"I'm up", I was quick to inform, voice extra deep and groggy considering the fact I just woke up, as I hung up the call and threw the phone casually, somewhere on the bed, ignoring the awaiting struggle I might face when I would be in a rush to go for work, later.

I spent few minutes stretching my sore muscles and yawing heavily to over come my laziness and then made a beeline towards the washroom tiredly. Although, I was exhausted everyday but managed to offer the morning prayers on time.

Could you blame me? I had to work my ass off throughout the day. Although, I was a general manager but I was the one running around from one department to another, let alone the floors, like a faithful obedient dog, I was. The thought had me sighing heavily.

No, I wasn't a workaholic, rather  I was forced to act like one, who would want themselves to be scolded like a toddler in front of the employees, definitely not me, hence, I tried my hardest to stay away from troubles.

But no matter how much I gave my hardest, I ended up getting scolded every other day by none other than my older brother who was too strict with me, and my parents never interfered because they believed he was disciplining me, making me stronger.

Sometimes the work load was too much that I had to being it home, apparently we had a family rule to return back sharp at 8 p.m to have dinner together and finish my work  untill late at night. This was also one of the reason waking up early in the morning became hard for me.

After my morning routine, I decided to wear a pastel purple button down, paired with black dress pants. I wasn't really fond of formal suits, moreover, I would be abandoning the blazer anyway. I tend to sweat a lot, and running around made it more difficult, even inside the air conditioned building.

I styled my hair in slicked back, I really liked long hairs but my father didn't allow it and I had to maintain a decent style which was approved by him.

I wore my favorite watch which was gifted by one of the most important person in my life, grabbed my work bag and car keys, as I expected that piece of electronic device hid itself somewhere in the sheets, I managed to found it in the gap between head board and bed, how it ended up there was beyond me as I descended down the stairs.

Upon noticing, I was late and every family members were already present, I almost flew my way towards the dinning.

"Assalamu Alaikum, everyone", I greeted, receiving it back, "Walaikum Assalam", as I settled beside my mother who offered a smile, everyone else was busy in their own world.

"Chachu (uncle)", little Zayan threw himself at me who was on the other side.

"Hey buddy", I cradled his little body in a warm hug as I showered him with kisses which earned me heartfelt giggles from the youngest family member.

"Eat quickly.. Otherwise, you will be late for school", I tried to baby talked with him which had the little bean to giggle even more.

"You are late again, Faizan", came a sweetly voice from bhabi, she offered me a smile which didn't really reach her eyes but it got unnoticed by everyone other than myself. I knew she acted all sweet but deep down she was bitter, I had no idea why, though.

I studied business and was a topper for a reason. My sharp eyes could read people just by their simple body movement. Might be my hidden talent.

"Yeah.. Was tired a little", I mumbled with a smile anyway.

"Try to wake up early, Faizan.. Breakfast and dinner should be your priority as family time, no matter what", came a stern voice from my father.

"Yes, dad", I muttered nodding my head curtly.

Mom placed a aloo parathas on my plate followed by mixed pickle and egg omelette. Needless to say, I hated mixed pickled with passion, I preferred curd as a dip instead. I contemplated whether to ask mom for curd while staring at the food but seemed like mom already noticed my hesitancy.

"Samaira forgot to mention curd on the grocery list, Faizan. I will send someone to get it today", she said.

"It's okay mom", I offered a smiled as I digged in, ignoring the churning in my stomach. I just ate the parathas and omelette

"Faizan.. Are you free during lunch hours?", my elder sister asked, her voice void of any emotion like usual.

"Not really, apa", I said softly, no mater how emotionless she was, I loved her dearly, she was my only sister after all.

And yes, my sister and brother-in-law lived with us and work in our company itself. In fact  my sister was the COO.

"Well, whatever it is just leave it and help Munawar, as he was having some difficulty with his project", she said more like ordered.

"It's fine, Tasnima, he has his own stuff-", my brother-in-law tried to deny but was interrupted by my elder brother.

"He can help you out, Munawar. It's his duty", Junaid spoke from the other head of the family seat. Yeah! Duty! I wasn't any different from an employee anyway.

"But bhaijaan-", Jiju tried to speak again but was stopped by the raised hand of the CEO, which was my brother.

"I can help you, Jiju.. Just mail me the details", I assured with a  smile because it was my elder brother's order and I could never deny my elders, it was against my family ethics.

"Thank you, Faizan", he offered a bashful smile, his eyes conveyed his gratefulness clearly, I gave a reassuring smile along with a nod

Little Zayan was blabbering and giggling, keeping me engaged for the rest of the meal. I was smiling and listening to him like always but bhabi's stern voice stopped the little one to speak further, saying he shouldn't talk while eating, making him pout, adorably.

I chuckled before placing a kiss on his head, "We will get ice cream after school", I whispered in his ear which made him grin widely, yet again.

After the usual breakfast, everyone left for work leaving behind my parents and sister-in-law.

I took Zayan with me to drop him off at his school because the little one didn't like to go with the driver assigned to him. Apparently, bhabi was too busy to drop and pick him up for whatever  reason, which I had no clue off. And Junaid was the ceo hence he was always busy.

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I reached the company headquarter, greeting back politely to everyone and straight away went to my small cabin consist of a simple desk just in front of the glass wall, a full length shelf consisting of numerous files and a long couch. A flower vase kept neatly at the corner beside the couch with fresh flowers in it, and some artistic  paintings in the wall.

It was simple yet sophisticated as I myself decorated the small space when I was promoted to the position. Being a Sheikh, my cabin was considerably smaller but I never heeded to that. I was satisfied with my small yet cosy temporary shelter.

There was a soft knock on my door and Lily, CEO's secretary came inside with a smile holding loads of files in her hands. I returned her gesture, sighing lowly.

"Let's get started", I mumbled under my breath like everyday since past three years, to encourage myself to do my best.

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After an usual busy day, I plopped myself on his couch, heaving an exhausted sigh, I checked my watch which showed it was 6 p.m and staffs are already leaving.

I managed to complete my work early, somehow because I was expected to see one of my important person for dinner who was whining to meet since past few days.

Generally, I would always hang out with my friends or anyone from outside during my lunch breaks so that there wouldn't be any problem but today, I had to help jiju during lunch and reluctantly cancelled my plans.

The person  I had to meet was furious and demanded to have dinner and I couldn't deny. I had very less number of friends and upsetting the person important to me, was unsettling for me. But there was an annoying dread in my heart, I had to take permission from my father in order to have dinner outside.

As I said, breakfast and dinner was strictly family time and I needed permission to do otherwise. But again, I had seen my brother and sister going out for dinner with an excuse of work, then my father would allow me too, right?

Drawing a deep breath, I dialed the familiar number of my father, hands already trembling due to nervousness.

"Yes Faizan", came the intimidating voice of my father. I didn't remember when was the last time he smiled at me casually or even talked softly with me or with anyone else for that it matters. That man was always dead serious if it was not necessary to smile, he wouldn't dare to curl his lips.

"Evening, Dad.. ", I started with a greeting trying hard not to shutter, getting a hum in response.

"Um! My friend wanted to um.. have dinner.. Can I go, dad?", I asked digging my teeths on my bottom lip.

"Don't you know you are supposed to have dinner with the family.. Who is this friend of yours? Is he/she more important than your family?", his voice was calm yet stoic.

"N-no Dad.. Of course not..-", I started, to defend myself but he interrupted me harshly.

"You could have had lunch with them.. Why dinner? It's clear you don't want to have family time", he accused without even listening to me, I literally wanted to bowl my eyes now. Disappointing my family was the least thing I ever wanted to do.

"No, Dad.. I helped Munawar jiju during lunch break and had to cancel my plans... It's okay I will cancel the dinner too.. Family is always important to me dad and you know that", I explained calmly.

"Good.. Come back home on time...you can go for lunch tomorrow or can spend the sunday with them", the line was cut after  that. "Okay", I whispered to myself.

I leaned against the back rest of the couch, defeated. It would be the hardest to explain the situation to her.

Sending a quick text, I gathered my stuff and returned back home. I greeted my parents who were in the living area and went to my room to chang into comfortable clothes and offer the night prayers before joining the family dinner.

"Faizan, I heard you wanted to go for dinner. Did you have a date, perhaps?", Bhabi asked in a chirping voice but I clearly heard a mock, concealed within perfectly.

"What are you even saying, Samaira.. Just eat quitely", Bhai said sternly.

"My brother knows his limits, bhabi..so don't blabber whatever comes in your mind", apa was the next one to defend me.

And I was on cloud nine, grinning widely like a kid who was given his favorite candy, at my two older siblings who just nodded. Jiju smiled gleefully seeing my happiness at such small gestures.

"I was just saying.. He is young and can get attracted to anyone", bhabi still tried to prove her point.

"Samaira.. My son, knows our traditional family rules.. So you don't have stress yourself", Mom said sternly, I knew she didn't like the fact what her daughter-in-law was trying to portray.

Where as father was quite all these time just having his dinner silently, like always.

After finishing my food, I waited for others to finish in order for me to return back to my room, and finally provide a needed rest to my sore body. My family has strict table manners.

It was 9.30 when I found myself lying on my soft mattress heaving out a tired sigh, fortunately, I had no extra work to do tonight and soon enough my eyes fluttered closed, as peaceful slumber conquered my concious mind.