Zoya hears her mother call her name from downstairs, so she gets up and heads down.
As she gets to the top of the stairs, her mother pulls her back and whispers, "Don't go there, I heard it too."
Zoya Zinadine, an executive interior designer of Gate...
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*Zoya's POV*:
"The frock looks fabulous on you," he complimented me.
"Thank you for this outfit you gave me that day," I thanked him with a wide smile.
"Zoya!" Haya ran towards me and embraced me in a quick hug.
"You look gorgeous. The emerald frock matches your iris, oh so perfect. And wow, those pretty curls. You look like an angel," she said, planting a kiss on my forehead.
"Welcome, home, Zo," my in laws wide opened their arms and embraced me into a hug.
"Zo!" Viyaan waved his hands at me with a genuine smile.
"Welcome, sis," Dawid said, gesturing us to enter the mansion.
Such sweet people.
The server served the welcome drink to us.
"Blueberry Ice," aunt Inshia said, winking at me.
"Oh, God! How did you find this? It's so arduous," I said, sipping my favorite drink.
"Zoya, you think Daaniyal roamed all over the city to get this for you? No way! He demanded me to look for your favorite Blueberry Ice at any cost, but I couldn't find it. Thank goodness our senior chef is a pro at this, so we got him to make it for you," Viyaan said, smiling.
"How sweet of you, Viyaan. And look at you, my brother, you've become skinny and you look so tired," I said, pouting my lips.
"Haha," everyone laughed.
"It's outstanding!" I complimented on the drink.
"Thank you." Dan winked at me, and smacked Viyaan's shoulder playfully.
*****
The smoky, heartwarming and mouthwatering smell of sizzling barbeque was in the air. Peanut butter and jelly fish shaped sandwiches, chips and dips, crab cakes, mondo drink, individually wrapped candy, buffalo wings, and they arranged gold fish cheddar crackers on the other side of the pool in a buffet form.
Another set of servers arranged Arabian Naan, BBQ chicken, BBQ beef, roasted turkey, sausages, salad, Arabian pickle, and humus on the right side of the pool.
"Zo?" Viyaan said, walking towards me.
"Divert Daaniyal's mind," he whispered.
"No worries," I said, smiling.
"Daaniyal, take Zoya on a house tour," Haya said, winking.
"Yes, yes," Dawid said, patting Dan's back.
"Of course," he said, planting a kiss on my forehead.
