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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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Wessam – 7th November 2015
DASHING AS EVER, Aryan Sheikh looked like he has stepped out of a fashion magazine in a black stripes pants and plain black turtleneck. He waited for his family members to hop into their vehicles before settling down in the back of the white limousine.
On the touch of a button the dark colored screen purred up giving him the privacy he needed. Much to his surprise, his sister opened the door and slid next to him.
Head tilted to the side, he asked, "What are you doing here?"
Taking her denim jacket off, Aliyah said, "I'm coming with you and why in the world are you wearing a black turtleneck? It's like a hundred degrees Celsius today."
Aryan cringed at her off shoulder blouse making no remarks though. "I have a slight cold and aren't you supposed to be with them?"
"Well I'm meeting a friend at the mall, Starbucks to be precise that's not far from the airport. She had flown from Adelaide two days ago."
"That's not an excuse. You could have taken another car."
"Have you drunk vinegar for breakfast? You are acting sour. Besides you are leaving the country, the limo will be free for me. Look, I'll pretend to be invisible and mind my own business."
He chose the latest Forbes magazine and flicked through the pages within minutes. He loved to be up to date on the success and failure of billionaires around the world. The reasons their market value bounced up and down fantasize him. It teaches him lessons, one being what mistake to avoid as an important figure of the society.
Despite wearing a headset, the music on Aliyah's phone somehow reached his ear. To his annoyance, the songs of quick and equivocal lyrics with swear words and dirty dancing brought a bittersweet memory that he had of his wife.
He tugged her sleeve leading to a distraction. Hanging the headset around her neck, she glared at her brother with raised eyebrows.
"Do you mind, I'm reading?"
"You liked rap," she answered, not even trying to hide the fact that she has been disturbed.
"Yes, liked as in past tense."
"Come on; don't be grumpy and boring. I missed the old you."
He chuckled. "The old me will return when my wife return in my life. Now, you either listen to your music at a lower volume or I'll throw your phone out. I'm not joking."
Lips set in a firm line, she minimized the volume. Aryan has always heard that love can change a person and today he is a living proof of the myth.
The limousine steered in the outskirts of Wessam city, turning on the highway crowded with cars taking the direction of the airport or the mall which also happened to be one of the biggest in the country at two minutes to ten. Closing the magazine, he eyed the traffic moving a little faster than a snail's pace.
