When Fire Meets Ice.

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I woke up to the rays of scorchig sun peeking through the spaces of bright windows the curtains failed to cover, I slowly opened my eyes shading them with my hand as I slowly glanced towards the wallclock only to jolt up vigorously on my bed!

12:07 p.m! It's freaking noon, Ya Allah how did I sleep for so long?

"Damn it!" I ran my hands through my hair, as I tossed the blankets aside and rushed to the bathroom.

I was working till 5 in the morning last night but I never overslept for more than 5 hours, I was tired might be! Yesterday was the inaugural ceremony of my new resort built here in Maldives and I recieved many mails last night as the businessmen attending the ceremony would have loved it, and who would not love the work of Inaya Khan? Yeah?

Today was my last day here and I was definitely going to miss this place, specially my beach house. My flight back to India is at 7 pm. Thankfully I have enough time left to shop something for my princess Kinza.

I took a quick shower and got dressed into a plane black loose knee length top pairing it with white loose pants. I felt fresh because I had a good sleep and a good shower. I had a lot of works to be done today. I had to call for a meeting at my new resort, buy some gifts for my little brother, his wife and my cute little niece.

I took a look in the mirror, my eyes were a little swollen, I headed to the bedside table to get my phone, purse and the keys. As I unlocked my phone, it signalled a low battery. I huffed and then I squinted meticulously scrutinizing my phone closely as I saw 3 missed call from my Father.

Was I still asleep or am I dreaming?

Dad never called to check on me, he would do it only if he wanted me to attend  any of his business parties or had some work.

I stuffed my phone, keys and the charger inside my purse, wore my Abaya, tied the Hijab around my head and quickly left to the resort. As I walked towards my car, I noticed a couple and a little girl playing near the shore, they seemed really happy as the woman and the little girl ran in front and the man ran behind them attempting to catch them. I looked at them and it reminded me of my old times with Mumma and Dad, when we were a really happy family but it didn't last longer than 18 years for me. The world turned upside the down the moment Mumma left us, forever.

Her death was a setback I haven't gotten over yet. After her death, things changed drastically,  Dad immersed himself entirely in work leaving Me and Abbas all to ourself. We had the best facilities,  the best house, best school, clothes, food and toys but he didn't realise that these materialistic things couldn't fill the void of our mother's love. I just wish he understood. My trance was broken as I felt my eyes sting and tears brimmed their boundaries. Soon a lone tear escaped, I quickly wiped it off, entered the car and began driving.

On my way, I connected my phone to my earpods and called my Dad not wanting any trouble. He picked it up on the 4th ring.

"Where were you? I have been calling you since morning." He said his voice stern as always. I sighed controlling my rage as the pain slowly began creeping up my head. I was in no mood to listen to any scoldings or taunts right now! Not when I wanted to knock someone's brain out and I missed my mother so much.

"I was busy, Dad." I told simply focusing on the road infront of me.

"So busy that you couldn't he-" I cut him off abruptly saying, "Dad please, I have a headache. Just get straight to the point and tell me what is it you called for?" I asked not caring about how I sounded.

He huffed lowly and continued,"I have something important to talk to you about, by when will you be back?" I let out a low sarcastic chuckle, I was wrong to expect that he would ask me about how was I doing or how was the inaugural ceremony  yesterday.