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She was wearing a blue skinny jeans with a Chiffon top and an open abaya on top.
The heels she wore made sounds as it collided with the tiles of the airport. Her hand luggage and and a single beige suitcase were behind her as she walked towards the exit.
She stood by the doors outside looking for it. And there stood a man dressed in a white shirt and black tuxedo with matching pants and office shoes.
He held a paper that said 'Miss Tilde ' as he stood by a yellow Audi R8. She smiled seeing the man.
"Miss Tilde?" He said in his thick British accent.
He bowed liked the gentle man he is to which she gave a little curtsy.
"It's finally nice to see you again Miss Tilde "
"Come on Will I told you to stop calling me that "
"Oh right. Sorry ma lady "
She let out a chuckle.
"Shall we ?" He said opening the back door.
"Let's go home " and she entered whilst he put her things in the car.
Ten minutes into the drive.
"You know madam, I can vividly remember how you,Aman sir and Salim used to turn the whole house upside down. Your parents would scream on top of their lungs"
"Good old times Will. But everything has changed now ever since the accident. I hope he's okay."
"Aman was broken madam, we was all afraid he wouldn't go back to normal. But he did. And now he's a successful business man."
"I hope he finds someone to keep him happy. He deserves so much"
"Well there's this girl---" He blurted
"What? What girl? Who is she?"
"I've said enough madam"
Twenty minutes later the finally arrived. There were two heavily packed body gards standing by the entrance of the gate.
They knew who it was so the gate was opened by another person and they drove in.
A water fountain was in the middle of the compound which they had to round.
She went out of the car and stood,looking at the staircase she was about to start climbing. It might had been fun running up and down those stairs when she was twelve but not now.
Now she's a grown twenty four year old woman managing her father's automobile company.
"Is there a problem madam?"
Will asked as he stood next to her with her suitcase.
She sighed.
"No will. I'm just trying to figure out how on earth my uncle managed to put up a house after these stairs"
"Don't forget the man is an intelligent architect and that too the white people taught him everything about it "
"I used to forget that part" She said and started.
After managing to climb the last step the huge bullet proof door was opened ajar.
She entered with a taslim and headed straight to the living room.
"Where is everyone?" She said to particularly no one.
"Your bag madam"
"Thanks Will"
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Crossed Paths (complete✅)
Historia CortaShe lost her parents when she was five and was taken to the orphanage, Sa'adatu but preferred to be called Nadrah is a twenty three year old girl who has seen life. Works two jobs a week just to meet up with her expenses. Muhammad Aman Bature, a CE...
