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"Zuhair bhai, apna gussa zara kaaboo mai rakhein un k samne". His younger sister- Areesha said smiling mischievously while he tries his best to tie his tie (Keep your anger under control)

"Mai ghussa un per karta huin jo mere dil k kareeb ya mere aziz ho woh kon hai mere". Zuhair replied throwing his tie away wearing his branded suit (I only show my anger who are close to my heart or the one I care for who are they to me)

Zuhair Ahmad Khan- his name is a perfect example of dominance, manner and principles nothing in the Khan mansions goes beyond him and his approval is the key to get anything done. This position is his because he was the first son of the eldest son of the Khan's house and thus he was granted the owner of being the man of the house.

However, considering his experience in a few things he can be seen as aggressive but that remain his speciality that no one else in the households.

He is the man of few words but each word said is to be done.

No one questions him and he can question anyone he wants at any time he wants without any delay or permission required.

However, today the arrival of new guests is going to turn the world around him.

"Kia pata woh bhi ap k bohat aziz mai a jayein". Areesha said running away (who knows they might become the one you care for)

He rolls his eyes at his sister words there was no way that is happening. The new arrival is the youngest son of Khan's family children- Azaan and his youngest sister Hoorian. They are both the youngest grandchildren of the mansion who have lived all their lives in the UK.

With their divorced parents.

As the story of their parents is known that their mother was not a good woman and a few years into the marriage and the birth of Hoorian their parents divorced. With their father taking away Azaan and mother left with a 1 years old Hoorian.

No one knows the story behind but that was what they were told or assumed since that's what people are best at these days. They just need a topic to gossip and spread the rumour about. No one cares for fact or to respect the ones who are in the story or what it might affect the people connected to them they just spread the false news.

He has no idea why he was upset about them coming back because their grandfather had requested for it since he had never seen his youngest son children ever in his life. He wanted to see them before he dies. He suffers from a brain condition and that his brain can stop functioning any day which worries Zuhair. He had found a surgeon but his grandfather doesn't want to be treated.

Their families aren't that big.

His grandfather had 4 children- Eldest son who has Zuhair and Areesha father. The second eldest son- who have two daughters- Zoya and Safa. The third is the daughter who has one son and daughter- Rizwan and Hanifa. And lastly is the son who is father of Azaan and Hoorian.

In them, only the eldest and third son stays at Khan mansion and occasionally or frequently their daughter who is always after something.

He wonders why his grandfather didn't ask the driver or someone else to pick them from the airport instead of forcing him to leave his important meeting to bring them home.

"Bhai aj a rahe hain woh". Areesha said coming back into his room (Brother, they are coming today)

He frowns, "I know that".

"Oh! Great! I thought you forgot so I came to remind you because their flight lands in just 1 hour". She said cheekily running away again

He sighs.

After updating his secretary on today schedule and work he heads outside to his car to bring the highnesses of the mansion.

Highnesses isn't his word. It's his phopho (aunt) word.

The one person who is with him at calling them here after so long for no good reason. But the level is different while he just doesn't want to be involved in their matter nor open the old wounds of everyone his phopho plainly dislike them to even call them family. Still, she is the one who brought her both kids to stay at the mansion to welcome them.

It's always a headache when they come. For him, he hates the people who cling onto him asking him questions he absolutely despise to answers such as his wedding. His wedding is a never going to be a question because he never will find someone who he likes- obviously his phopho had asked him to marry according to his family wish instead of finding his own partner to not become like Azaan's and Hoorian's father.

He shakes his head stopping the car at the airport going to the waiting area for the flights to arrive to find still a few minutes. He decided to work on his office work instead of idle wasting his time.

Zuhair has a strong muscular with his body well built and his dark black suit make his presence more intimidating which always attract yet keep people at bay. He likes his authoritative personality because that makes things easy for him.

He heard the flight announcement for landing which reminds him that he had never seen any of those two highnesses.

"God". He groans angrily calling his sister as soon as she answers he speaks, "I don't know how they look, Areesh".

"I was wondering when you will stop daydreaming and ask me that". Areesha replied chuckling

"Just send me a photo of them". He commanded

"No. As far as I know, it will be easy if you use your high brain". Areesha said grinning to herself because frustrating her brother is the best thing in the world

"And how is that?". He asked rather calm

"I don't know about Azaan but I saw Hoorian picture and she is so beautiful". His sister gushed making him roll his eyes

"So that's how I am suppose to find her?". He asked obviously thinking how dumb his sister is

"Actually yes. Look for someone who looks absolutely beautiful and she is wearing matching clothes like you". His sister added

"You mean black?. Half of the people here are wearing it and-". His words stop when he finds a young woman walking out of the gates with a man behind her dragging the luggage

But what stopped his words is the woman who is exceptionally beautiful. That kind of beauty that is pure and untouched probably unknown too.

"You found her". His sister said smirking

"I think". He said breathing out cancelling the call

His eyes access her as she walks towards his direction. She is wearing plain back jeans and shirt with a scarf wrapped around her head. Her face remains bare of any makeup which shows how pale it is being that she is so petite.

"Hoorian, wait for me". Azaan said shaking his head at his sister

Hoorian turns to her brother giving him a wide grin as she turns again she almost bump into someone. She raises her head to find a pair of charcoal black eyes looking directly at her and the intensity of it only seem to deepen as she stands so close to him. She notices the aura the man holds and just how strong it is to the men she has already met in her life.

"Are you Zuhair?". Azaan said nudging his sister

Hoorian blinks her eyes embarrass hiding behind her brother who chuckles.

"Yes, I am". She heard his deep voice that makes her shiver

"Good! I am Azaan and this is my sister Hoorian". Azaan said smiling shaking Zuhair's hand

Hoorian peak over her brother's shoulder to find his eyes looking at her and she immediately hides behind her brother again.

"We should leave now". Zuhair said irritated at something he doesn't quite know

The two follow Zuhair quietly judging the tone of his voice as they walk out of the airport and into his car. She takes the back seat which only seem worse because she feels his gaze constantly on her and she didn't dare to look his way.

She releases a sigh when the car comes to halt but the anxiety comes with it. She has never ever been in contact with anyone here and all she heard is from her mother or brother.

She stands beside and in middle of the two men as the door open and she barely recognises the new few minutes because all she saw was people throwing themselves at them mostly her brother while she stands awkwardly until they throw themselves at her.

She wishes she at least know who is who and beside Zuhair and her grandfather she doesn't know anyone by face.

With a thankful quick introduction of which name belongs to which face they all sit in the lounge quietly for a few minutes.

Until her phopho spoke.

She wishes she didn't.

"So, Hoorian what is your age?. What do you study?. What is your grade and do you know how to cook?". Were the questions her phopho throw at her

She nervously plays with her fingers, "I am 20 and I am currently studying for an anatomy degree online and my grade are good. Um, I don't know how to cook".

Her phopho eyes widen at her last words, "What girl doesn't know how to cook?. My daughter can cook every dish that is on earth and a girl should know the basics. But then the girl who lives outside tend to not know your mother doesn't know either, right?".

Her smile vanishes after hearing the words and she finds her brother hand clenching which she holds before his anger explodes. Being children of divorcees they were thrown under the bus many times and many times her brother got into fights.

"She does know how to cook". She said gritting her teeth, "It's best if we do not talk about her like that".

She finds everyone looking at her shock because she didn't choose to stay quiet but she can care less when her mother is in question.

"You say Beta what-". Her phopho ignore her like she has been from start going to her brother

"Well, I can cook if that's what you want to know". Her brother replied making her chuckle watching her phopho getting embarrassed

"No- cooking is for the girl but your father is an amazing man to teach you how to cook. Tell me about yourself". Her phopo said after a while

Her brother shrugged, "I am 25 and currently working as an auditor".

"You must earn well". Her phopo said excitedly

"I guess?". Her brother said confused

She zones out of their conversation feeling someone eyes on her at first she thought it's him but the unpleasant feeling made her look at exactly who it is.

Rizwan.

Her phopho's son.

It isn't that she must have imagined it but the way his eyes looks at her makes her extremely uncomfortable. She isn't someone who assume things and she has lived among men to know those aren't the right eyes and the moment she realises that she feels her skin burning.

She hates it.

She isn't wearing anything inappropriate and it doesn't seem to be the case.

Her legs bounce as her anxiety gathers in her and all she wants is an escape as she tries to look around so her mind diverts only to find the pair of another eye and the moment they clashes her movements stops maybe her heartbeat too.

Because the next moment her heart seem to be running even faster and she doesn't realise what this is. She diverts her eyes knowing it's not right looking at the female of the house who looks irritated at something. She follows their eyes to find two things.

One her phopho who is in the full interview with her brother.

Second is the eyes which were looking at her a moment ago now looking at a figure that clings to him. More specifically Hanifa and Zuhair.

Well, that irritated her.

Before she can look away his eyes look back at her halting her steps.

Did she just got caught?.

Her cheeks flare as she looks down biting her lips waiting for this meeting to end already. She has already embarrassed herself twice.

"So, does your mother do anything or she is just a waste?". Her phopho said cracking her heart