THREE

AYRA’S POV:

“Well, that must be the famous saying at that time.” I mumbled as she smiled too getting out of her thoughts. She must have missed her friend.

I didn’t like the way I liked her in a motherly manner because I came here just so that this family could feel the way that they made me felt and what I felt was painful. To be honest I never wanted anyone to feel the same way but that’s the cruel part of revenge. You have to becomes unbothered by the genocide happening around you because you want them to realize what type of destruction they had brought in your life. Some forgive and some stand up and my uncle made me do the latter one. Before him I was just thriving for survival but now, I had a new goal in my life.

Johara bibi was physically unfit and unable to walk since she had met an accident years ago and my uncle knew that and that is why he invested in me to become a therapist. I could get paid a lot if I had started working in a clinic but my uncle didn’t let me. According to him I should look forward to the money I would get after getting these Durani’s. They had few parts of my land but I wasn’t interested in them although those were mine.

“Let’s get over with.” Johara bibi said as I came out of my thoughts getting embarrassed instantly.

“Yes ma’am.” I said as I opened her file.

“Ma’am?” She gave me a side eye.

“Mrs. Johara?” I thought for a while before answering as I didn’t want her to get offend again.

“That’s better. I like my name.” She said shaking her head in approvement as I couldn’t help but smile a little. She was a little childish as she acted like a small kid showing tantrums but I guessed that it was because of her disability. She was the woman of power and wealth being disable wasn’t acceptable to her personality and that made her rude like that. But it could also be her nature depending on the way her son made his impression on me that morning.

Thinking about him a wheezing shudder ran down my spine as I wondered how a person could have such dark colord eyes that made him scary and attractive at the same time.

Shaking my head, I got back to work as I spent a whole hour with Mrs Johara and Wallah she was really tough to deal as she wanted every exercise according to her own way and that would never make her stand in a better condition.

Nonetheless. An hour passed and somehow, I made her do basic few steps as she didn’t want me to support her but also, she wanted to do the exercise.

“I think it’s enough for today.” I said as I made her sit on the chair on her balcony as we did all the tasks on the vast balcony of her room.

“Breakfast is ready.” Sabreena came as soon as we finished as she helped Mrs Johara to sit on the electric wheel chair with latest technology.

“You should get freshen up and eat Miss Mirza. I will send the maid to your room. I hope the jet lag won’t make you suffer after one hour exercise.” She chuckled at the end as she herself knew how hard it was to deal with Mrs Johara.

“Thank you, Miss Sabreena.” I answered as I was looking tired.

“You can call me just Sabreena so that I can call you Ayra.” She said and then the maid came to guide me towards my room. I didn’t like how all these people seemed very kind to me. They shouldn’t be kind as I fought with myself to stay cruel for people like them by fueling the anger inside me by my uncle’s words.

The mansion was indeed huge as I expected but I didn’t know I would have the need to keep the blueprints with me because I could get easily lost in here. Taking a deep breath, I kept following the maid clad in a professional uniform showing how everything was in order for these Durani’s.

“Thank you.” I said as she opened the room door for me to enter and I gasped as it was so beautiful. There was a window wall guarded by long curtains of white and purple color. The headrest of the comfortable bed was of the same color as were the curtains. The whole room was in contrast with white and different shades of purple and I liked that.

“Tell me if you need anything.” With that the maid left as I moved towards my luggage which was already present there. It was just one suitcase because I didn’t have much stuff to bring. I wouldn’t be staying here too long. I hope so!

I entered the restroom and as expected it was much bigger than my room back in Qatar. Taking a cold shower, I slid into my beige colord tank top and black bottoms with beige colord silk scarf in my hand which I would wear after drying out my hair.

I was rubbing my hair when my phone started ringing and I knew who it would be as there was only one person in my social circle and that too was my uncle.

“Assalmualikum.” I greeted obediently.

“Have you reached? Is everything going well?” He asked as he never got into greetings and stuff because according to him it just stalled the conversation.

“Yes.” I answered as I contemplated whether to tell him about the sleeping part or not.

“What are you doing now?” He asked as I glanced at the tray placed on the table filled with fruits, fresh juice, scrambled eggs and bread. Seemed too much for my stomach to eat those.

“Taking breakfast.” I informed within a small sentence.

“With everyone?” He asked as his voice was even not giving me the idea of how his mood was.

“No in my room. They didn’t offer me to eat with them.” I told ready for a backlash.

“Yor first step is to mingle among them. Keep that in your mind and then we would do our next step. It’s your revenge remember not mine. I am just helping you to stand for yourself. I am not like your parents who used to forgive people easily because with that what happened to them is in front of you. You shouldn’t let these people repeat this with someone else.” He tried to make me understand and gather confidence for everything I was going to do here.

“Yes uncle.” I said and he cut the call with few more instructions in which not to blurt out something stupid was on the top.

The next therapy of Mrs Johara was in the evening between Asr and Maghrib and I had to look at her medical reports thoroughly once again as I didn’t want any error in my work whether its small or big it should be perfect because I didn’t to get scold.

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AUTHOR’S POV:

The room was filled with smoke as he kept puffing cigarettes although he wasn’t a chain smoker. His eyes were fixed on the screen with a smirk playing on his lips. There was spark in his eyes that belonged to the person who was going to achieve something he thrived for so long but the way was wicked just like the smile invading his face.

There was knock on his door as he didn’t say anything and let the man come inside closing the door behind him. The room wasn't dark but his aura and the cold inside made him felt that way.

“Has she stepped in the Durani’s mansion?” He asked with his eyes fixed on the laptop’s screen as if he was eagerly waiting for her to cross the doorstep of Durani's mansion.

“Yes, sir and everything is going quiet the way you wanted. Her records are clear without any change in her name. They won't get who she actually is.” His man informed feeling proud of himself.

“What else?” He asked as he sensed his man wanted to add something more.

“She…the girl is naïve. Just like her parents. I know we have trained her for years but we can’t change the genes.” He blurted out what was he feeling and the man finally diverted his attention towards him.

“Adam had two sons. Same genes but one was pure evil Qabeel and the other one was quite the opposite, Habeel.” He didn’t need anything to say further as he tilt his head motioned her to go because he didn’t need to justify him for anything. It was enough for him to let him speak what was inside his mind because didn’t belong to people like these. They had one but they refused to use that long ago.

“What happened?” The other man asked as soon as he exited the room of his boss.

“The genes were same but the upbringing was also the same.” He mumbled as he wasn’t satisfied by his boss’s answer.

“And what does this mean?” He couldn’t get what he was saying.

“That means that we can’t just be confident on the training.”