𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬

Chapter 3: She's a bit of mess

-Aydin's pov-

As I stood before the mirror, straightening my tie with practiced efficiency, thoughts of the clumsy girl from earlier flitted through my mind. Rahaf, was it?

Dad informed us about their arrival. She was the daughter of uncle Raheem, Dad's old friend back in his college.

The memory of her awkwardness elicited a small chuckle, but I quickly brushed it aside.

She was inconsequential, just a brief interruption in my day. I couldn't be bothered with someone so... clumsy. It wasn't that I was rude, just disinterested in her antics.

"She's a bit of a mess," I muttered to myself, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. "But that's not my problem."

The sound of my own voice echoed in my head, a reminder of my indifference towards her. I had more important things to worry about than some girl who couldn't even walk properly.

As I finished getting ready for the day, I pushed thoughts of her to the back of my mind, focusing instead on the responsibilities that awaited me at the office.

Being a 24 years old CEO is not easy, I've so many other things to take care of rather than wasting my time on something stupid.

With a final adjustment to my appearance, I squared my shoulders and left my room walking downstairs.

As I descended the staircase of our grand family home, my footsteps echoed softly in the cavernous foyer. The warm morning sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting golden hues across the polished marble floors.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I spotted our guests aka the clumsy girl's family gathered in the living room, their faces alight with anticipation. My father sat across from them, his imposing presence commanding attention as always.

"He's my younger son Aydin, beta come meet Raheem uncle and his family." Dad introduced me. I nodded and walked near them.

I approached them with a polite smile as much as I thought was needed, my demeanor calm and composed. "Assalamu alaikum," I greeted them, my voice smooth and even.

The family returned my greeting with smiles of their own, their eyes bright with excitement.

"Aydin beta kitne bade hogaye ho, chote mein dekha tha tumhe." Aunty spoke, a wide smile brighting her face forming wrinkles near her eyes. (Son, you have grown so much, I saw you when you were little.)

I only gave a small smile in reply, honestly I don't know how to reply on such statements.

My jaw was already hurting because of smiling.

I didn't want to engage in the elders talks anymore so I made my way to the dining table.

Reaching there I found a guy sitting on my chair and bhabhi was serving him food meanwhile Bhai was sitting on his respective chair drinking his morning tea.

Zain bhai was 2 years older than me and married, her wife, Noor bhabhi was pregnant with their first child.

I raised an eyebrow at that guy who'd probably be her brother. But to my surprise he was already staring at me or wait...he was staring at my shoes?

I looked down at my feets, my branded Louis Vuitton formal shoes were shining perfectly under our house lightings.

I raised an eyebrow, my cold demeanor tinged with irritation at his audacity to scrutinize my attire so openly."What's the matter?" I inquired, my voice sharp and authoritative as I met his gaze head-on.