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*:
She threw a newspaper at Umar and cried uncontrollably.
"It says Hea, the owner of a leading chocolate factory, committed suicide last evening," she read the headlines, sobbing.
"I'm not a coward. It wasn't my fault. They murdered me brutally," she screamed her lungs off.
"Please give my mansion back. I don't want to take any revenge against them. I just want to live. I want to live for two days. Just two days. And I promise I will leave this house," she cried, and Adiva fell unconscious.
"Adiva, Adiva?" My father yelled, running towards her.
"Relax, Zinadine. She's alright," Umar said, sprinkling water on her face.
"Carry her to the room. Never let her know anything about what happened," Umar said, and my mother nodded her head.
"Zinadine, it's your daughter's life. What is more important to you? This house or Adiva?" Umar asked, taking a seat on the couch.
"My daughter is my world," my father replied, taking a seat beside him.
"Hea's main purpose here is the house. She just wants to live here for two days. She's been through so much, and betrayal is something that any human cannot accept. You'll be reconstructing this house in another few years. All what I'm saying you is, leave Hea alone. Her soul will Rest In Peace only if she lives here for two days. What is your opinion on this?" He asked my dad and then turned towards Lia, Viyaan, Daaniyal and me.
"I will do anything for my daughter. I want her back. Materialistic things are temporary, but relationships are permanent," he said, rubbing his temple.
"Let's bring all this to an end," Umar said, sprinkling a handful of sea sand on the mat.
"This house is yours. Leave them. They're innocent," He screamed.
A smoky black figure appeared and wrote okay on the sand with a long mourn and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
"Leave this place as soon as possible," Umar said, walking towards the main door with my father.
"Mama?" Adiva asked, furrowing her brows.
"Hey, Adiva!" I said, smiling.
"Bro, when did you arrive?" She asked, smiling.
"A while ago," Dan replied, smiling.
"I'm sorry. I fell asleep," she said, scratching the back of her head.
"No problem, Adiva," Dan said, patting her head.
"Adiva, brownies?" Lia mouthed, taking her upstairs.
Lia. What would we do without you?
"Uncle, Don't worry. House isn't a matter. We're all there for you. You can stay at my place," Dan muttered.
"I have three vacant houses. You're always welcome and I'm always there to help you out. You're like my family," Viyaan said, smiling.
"Uncle, you know you can always count on me," Hammaad said, smiling.
"Thank you, my boys. I've a few apartments, but I'm wondering if —"
Ring! Ring!
"Oh, really. What joyful news! Alhamdulilah!" My father spoke over the phone.
"Dad?" I asked, raising my brows.
"My PA just called me," he said, smiling.
"And?" my mother asked, rearranging the furniture.
"We're all set! We'll be moving tomorrow," my father announced, grinning.
"You mean we're moving to our mansion!!" Adiva yelled, racing down the stairs.
"Yay!" Lia screamed out of joy.
God tests those whom he loves the most. He will never let you down. Trust him.
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