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"Oh, darling. You can't fix yourself by breaking someone else."
Every young woman wants to marry Aryan Sheikh, the young, handsome Prince and a self-made businessman. His eyes are set on Yasmin Omer, the girl who has re...
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Eiffel Tower – 12th February 2018
WHEN MYRA STEPPED into the lobby not attiring like a polar bear for once, she witnessed Niyah wiping Zaynoul's tears off.
"Oh my God," she uttered too loud, causing their eyes to snap at her.
"I had to meet him. I missed him a lot."
"How could you not tell me Niyah called you last night?" Zaynoul rebuked.
Her lips set in a firm line. That's all her innocent brother has been told. She crossed her fingers and advanced towards them.
"You were tired, I could not disturb you."
"Drama queen," he muttered.
Niyah pulled both her little siblings into a hug and soon Yasmin joined them from behind.
"Shall we leave or are we going to cry whole day?" Kabir remarked.
"This is a small world. He is the guy who helped me in the plane Myra and he works in the same company as Niyah."0
Myra nodded. "Yeah, I remember, I thanked him after you returned downstairs."
"This is awesome."
As expected, Kabir is the driver and the four of them became the chattiest passengers. Roaming Paris with Niyah is going to be stylish and without question expensive. They first hit Eiffel when Zaynoul announced he has not gone there yet.
"Are you serious? You have been here for a week. It's a ten minutes' walk from the hotel."
Niyah sighed in frustration.
"They planned it for fourteenth and now the schedule has changed," Zaynoul added like a child who has been forbidden to go anywhere by his stern parents.
"You could have asked Myra to take you."
"Thanks but no thanks"
Both Niyah and Yasmin burst into laughter at his sassy response. Kabir on the other hand glanced at her through the rear view mirror. She is thankful that he did not denounce her 'date' with Emraan in Eiffel's vicinity and preferred to steer away from the conversation.
"We're here," Niyah announced, clapping her hands like a little girl while urging them to hurry up before the queue gets long.
The ride from the ground to the first level encased Myra with sheer terror. The tons of iron looked like a lethal trap where ascent and descent from the middle is the only escapade. When they stepped out with the group of strangers from different parts of the world, Myra sighed in relief, taking in the spectacular view from the oblique and transparent glasses.
