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power, wealth, ego, pride, age-old rifts and arrogance..... what happens when a mixture of all these elements threatens to bring forth a hindrance in your future and desire?. They all thought they had finally attained their happily ever after but what? turns out it was just the beginning of their ONCE UPON A TIME!

could it be a repeat in history? I also have no idea. only when you follow this story will all mysteries unfold.

A story of the kinds of games destiny plays with us! sequel to QADR: THE GAME OF DESTINY!

Where are the Qadr-nation? Tighten your seat belts, I'm 'bout to be back with your favourite couple, story getting bigger and better. Thank me later.

Soundtrack: Outlaws by Alessia Cara.

Her.......

I watched as he opened the gigantic metallic door using the biometric scanner

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I watched as he opened the gigantic metallic door using the biometric scanner. My breath almost ceased seeing the interior of the mansion, the walls were fashionable shades of white and the floor polished concrete. There was no sentimentality for chintz, but on the walls were the most astonishing black and white family photographs.

 There was no sentimentality for chintz, but on the walls were the most astonishing black and white family photographs

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"Your other sisters?". I asked gazing at a photo of him, Aiman and 2 other girls.

He said nothing rather he nodded.

"They're pretty". I added.

There were no clutter of things at all, rather there was a magnificent flight of 2 spiral staircases going up. I followed carefully as we took the left stairs, none of us saying anything, only the click of our shoes to the elaborate and expensive ceramics tiles which I could obviously see my reflection if I looked a little bit harder was heard. The mansion was just made of pricey things all over.

          

'Must've taken a great fortune to build and furnish this place'.

All the new features were built into the house without sentimentality for old ways. The windows up were equally large as the ones down, letting in maximum light but fashioned so well that I bet the mansion stays warm during winters. Every line and detail was clean and straight, the colour scheme too is so perfect.

 Every line and detail was clean and straight, the colour scheme too is so perfect

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"Let's go say hi to Abba before seeing her royal highness". He suggested while I was busy and foolishly gaping at everything; from the expensive art pieces and paintings, to the elaborate flower vases and other world fortunes.

We passed through a corridor, to another door where he still used his biometric to open and voila! It was another world.
It was a big room, with all the interiors in shades of gold, black and brown, with 2 magnificent chandeliers hanging up and a whole wall made of glass panes, giving easy access to the landscape outside the house.

"Make yourself comfortable, let me go get Abba"

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"Make yourself comfortable, let me go get Abba". He said and disappeared into another section of the gigantic mansion.

"Is it Marwah today at our place". I heard his soft voice.

"Good day sir".

"Good day young lady, how do you do?".

"Fine, and you? How is your health?".

"Getting better by the Almighty's grace". He smiled.

We made few more conversations, then decided to go meet little Aiman in her room.

"I'm sorry If we caused you any inconvinience".

"Not at all sir".

"See you around then some other time". Abba said.

Just before we left, Mr Arrogant used the intercom to communicate with Aiman's nanny asking her of Aiman's whereabouts.

"In her room sir, she won't let anybody in".

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