Perfect Together

chapter one

"Do not walk proudly on Earth. your feet cannot tear the Earth apart nor are you as tall as the Mountains."

- Qur'an

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"How dare you?"

Terror filled the servant's eyes as she clutched the plate tightly in her hands and bowed her head down, regretting her clumsiness and praying for her job; which she was sure that won't last long.

"Do you even know how expensive this dress is? I took half an hour to get ready and you useless girl, how dare you spoil everything?" Daneen Ali yelled at her angrily, her almond-like eyes held nothing but anger and disgust for the person in front of her.

"Daneen Darling, what is all the noise?" Came the voice of her favourite person, looking at whom, her face softened a little bit.

"Mami, she spilt this stupid sauce on me. How careless can these people get? Who even hired these useless people? God, I'm late and that stupid professor is going to give extra assignment's. You're fired. Just get the hell out of my sight before I do something worse." The servant sprinted away from there with teary eyes. Mentally cursing Daneen for her arrogant nature.

"Get changed into something else, darling. What if they punish you for getting late?" Wajiha stared at her niece with concern, who snorted at those lines.

"They can't do anything to me, mami. The college runs on Mr Ali's money anyway."

"He's your father, Daneen," Wajiha added sternly, having enough of that attitude.

She just rolled her eyes at that. "yes, good for nothing father. I will see you in the evening, Mami. Eat your breakfast." Kissing her aunt's cheeks, affectionately, Daneen walked upstairs and slammed her door shut.

The word father doesn't hurt her so much anymore, for she has stopped caring about him or his wife. They can die for all she cares.

Stripping out of that disgusting dress, she slipped into another brand new sleeveless frock, which ended up below her knees, showing some of her legs. She also made sure to change her earrings and bracelets, matching with her new dress. Her eyes wandered towards the wall clock. She still had some time after all.

Looking at the stained dress, she scrunched her nose in disgust and threw it in the bin and washed her hands almost immediately.

"Useless b***h," cursing that servant angrily, Daneen picked her bag and strode outside, with her head held high. Pride and arrogance defined her in better words. A boastful smirk appeared on her face as the watchman bowed at her appearance and she dismissed him with a wave of her hands making him raise his head slightly.

He didn't dare make eye contact with her. Daneen Ali hates when people look at her like that, eyes to eyes as though they were equal to her. Because they are not.

"Where's the driver?" She asked, whilst looking into her phone, "he's waiting for you, ma'am." The watchman replied softly. He was a middle-aged man, almost a decade older than her.

"Good."

Throwing the bag inside her BMW, she got into the backseat and slammed the door shut. "Drive faster today."

The driver winced at the loud noise of the door slam but nodded his head nevertheless.

As they crossed the normal speeding limit, the furious police stopped them in between but his eyes widened in shock looking at the car number plate and lets them go almost immediately. Which made Daneen smirk proudly.

"Its better that they know their place." She thought to herself whilst replying to her best friend, who were asking about her whereabouts. She was supposed to be there twenty minutes ago.