Chapter - 1

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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