"Assalamualaikum"
Greeted the the Sheikhs altogether to their parents
Khalid's parents passed away a couple of years ago in an accident and Hassan, Zayn's father martyred in their childhood. And Tarif's father too passed away when he was a child due to an illness.
Tarif's mom was always busy in her luxuries and in her life as a fashion designer and had little to no time for her son
Rayyan parents are delegates and always busy and out of country
Zaynab, Hassan and Zayn's mother was a world renowned author. Even with her busy schedule of book promotions and interviews she made sure to be there for all of them whenever they needed her. So it was her who actually raised them
"Waalaikum assalam" came their reply
They were seated in the living room of the main palace where the parents lived when they were home.
"You guys came back early" Khalid stated looking at them
"Why? Are we not supposed to?" Asked Tarif's mother
"Yes you can, but all together? Any special occasion?"
Questioned Tarif sarcastically looking at his mother
"What do you mean?" Leila, Tarif's mother narrowed her eyes at him
"Mrs. Leila Al-Ashraf who has a time schedule to even meet her son has come early. So don't blame me for being suprised at that" Tarif replied with a smile but his eyes held anger
"Why do you always have to quarrel with me whenever I'm home?"
Before Tarif could say anything Hassan put a hand on his knee to calm him down
Now was not the time to confront his negligent mother
"You didn't reply to Tarif's question?" Reminded Rayyan while looking at his parents
"We were missing you, so we thought of cutting the trip short" replied Madiha, Rayyan's mother
"Really?" He raised an eyebrow at that
"What? Are we not supposed to miss our only child?" Questioned Ibrahim Rayyan's father
'You just realised you even have one?'
He thought but didn't voice out due to respect. No matter whatever they did, they were Still his parents and he respected them only for that reason.
"I completed my book tour earlier so that I can come back to you guys, I even got you gifts from Italy" said Zaynab with an excited tone.
This made the Sheikhs smile as she always treated them like some five year old's.
"Please don't say that you got me one more doormat this time" Teases Tarif
"Heyy, it was an expensive Persian rug ok, not a doormat" came her offended voice
"Yeah yeah , and a pink one at that too"
"Godd! It's a rose coloured Persian rug, not pink"
"Yeah, whatever" he rolled his eyes
"Hmm! People don't have respect for fine arts at all" she exclaimed
That sentence made them smile cause Zaynab's taste was well, a little peculiar.
"Well, we wanted to talk to you about something, rather say, wanted to tell you something" continued Madiha dismissing the joyful atmosphere at once
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Their Unconditional Love.
RomanceI loved him with everything I had in me . Never asked for anything in return. Nor the riches nor luxuries but just one thing 'To love me back' but he didn't, he just used me and when he was done he just stomped on my heart and left me. Not only that...
