"The taint in Aurous"

The Beginning!

Aurous-
| au·​rous | \ ˈȯrəs \ |

Definition: relating to, or containing gold.

Taint-
(here)
To spoil, or damage something good.

The taint in Aurous

"Your case will be in
front of the bench tomorrow and I assure you, justice will be delivered to you."

"Thank you sir. I owe you."
The man in light blue shirt and navy blue black pants, forwarded his hand.

Nodding his head, he shook his hands, after the modestly dressed man left.

Abharan Dewan,
fixed his black tie, a smirk graced his devilishly handsome face. Get ready for your downfall Mister opposition.

This twenty seven year old
criminal lawyer, was someone you would call dangerous.

Calculative and intelligent.

Charming and a heartbreaker.

He screamed danger.

Shaking his head, he stepped down the stairs of the Supreme Court.

His wrist turned over as he thought of checking the time. He would be late if he doesn't leaves for the airport now. And The Abharan Dewan is never late. Walking to the parking lot, he pocketed out his car's key.

Pressing on the unlock button, his black Range Rover flashed a light with a ting sound, opening the driver's door, he settled.

The drive form the court to the airport soon came to an end.
His driver was already there in other car- greeted as Abharan stepped out of his car.
Dipping his hands in the pockets of his black
trousers,
he waited for the flight to land.

A loud scream caught his attention,
his arms open for his sister to jump on him.

"Swarnima."

His deep- raspy voice
caught the attention of the few women near them,
paying no attention whatsoever, he patted the back of his sister.

"I missed you."
Swarnima affectionately looked at her older brother.

I missed you too,
was something Abharan wanted to say.
However his too big for
his own good ego,
stopped him from saying that.

"Where is Ayesha?"
Making him ask the
whereabouts about his other
sister, instead.

"In the lavatory,
she is."

"You left her all alone."
Scolded Swarnima's brother.
He was protective of both of them,
just too over protective
for the youngest one.

Swarnima rolled her brown
with flicks of grey
in it- eyes.

She was a devil in disguise
of an angle.
The actual female version of
her older sibling.

Her pretty eyes,
her waist long raven hair,
her plumed lips,
her heart shaped face.

She was beautiful.
Outside.
Inside was she? Or was she not?

"Bhai." Ayesha clung in the strong muscular arms of Abharan.
Pressing a peck on her hairline,
his ego receded in front of the amber eyed girl.

Breaking apart from the hug,
the eye contact between the oldest and
the youngest sibling was still intact.

Her lips in a big curve displaying her imperfect white teeth,
her eyes craved for some love
which she now had gotten ample of.

She was the outcast of the Dewan family.

Her dad and brother being the
people to love her.
Her mother
excluded her from the share of love.

Her sister envied
her after
Ayesha became the
youngest family member
and was
showered with attention.
Fake attention.

She never minded it.
She was grateful for her family, even they did
nothing to be called as a family.

Standing at
five feet four inches,
long hair waving with each step,
she was happy.

Things were perfect. Her germaphobe though was acting out recently.

Life was okay
Or
so it seemed to Ayesha.