Tale Of Two Sisters

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The scorching heat of the sun had shone the black runway across Bhopal International Airport and it looked even more elegant when a airplane landed in all its glory. The letters "MIRZA" had glowed in beautiful gold when the sun shone over the name imprinted on the private aircraft.

When the door to exit opened, the two beautiful young girls came out in the sun. Adjusting their sunglasses over their eyes, they had huge grins all over their delicate faces. One grinned in happiness to see their family after a span of 4 years and the other grinned in mischief,spinning ideas in her head as to how to scare her brother after their arrival at the Mirza Mansion.

The girl who smiled in happiness is the middle and eldest of the Mirza's daughters- Zoya Mirza. A girl who has love and determination in her eyes to fulfil her 'dead' mother's only wish; to become a successful fashion designer. She was one one step away from her dream. After excelling in almost every part of her curriculum at the world famous Yale's University, she now strives to open her own brand of clothing and to be world renown.

The other girl with the mischevious grin all over her lips, is the last and youngest among the Mirza's siblings- Zara Mirza who had spent her 4 years too at the Yale's University to complete her course towards what she calles her first love, Computers. She had the ability to hack any device from any part of the world. Being the apple of 'her' mother's eye, she had her support in every step of her life, which Zoya still craved in her life time.

Smiling as they continue to walk towards the terminal, a glance at each other, their faces now scowled. Clearly the siblings never got along each other. Their recent arugment was from the London airport when they were at the lounge area, waiting for their plane. Zara had successfully hacked their fellow mate from the Uni, Sam's phone and started to send threats to him. Profusely sweating and highly scared, Sam zoomed across the airport almost missing his flight back to New York, and begged Zara to put back his phone right! Zara giggled and set it right but with a return of a large cup of chocolate latte from the Star Bucks across the airport area. Zoya was furious with her and had reprimanded her for her childish behaviour to which Zara had counterback answers, leading to another argument among the sisters.

After finishing their formalities which was lead by another petty argument of who would do it first, the girls successfully came out of the airport. Their eyes searched for a familiar face among the crowd and they did find one. They could see an a very handome and chiseled face who smiled sincerely seeing the girls approching him. He was none other than the eldest amongst the Mirza siblings - Zubair Mirza.

The girls ran into their brothers arms and squeezed the life out of him. Though he felt breathless, he smiled and hugged his sisters back.

"Asalamualikum girls! I really don't want to die this young. I think you can let go of me now." He said

The girls immediately retreated and sheepishly grinned at him and said "Walaikum Salam brother".

He laughed and proceeded towards their luggage and his eyes widened seeing 5 huge bags.

"What's with women having so much stuffs? Ya Allah! I'm sure you both have enough stuff in these for your daughters too." He muttered while trying to put down their luggages at the back of their BMW car. Zubair groaned when he felt his back protesting while trying to pick the bags.

"Hey! I've brought only 2. The other 3 belongs to this idiot here." Said Zoya.

"Oh please!" Zara rolled her eyes. "I cant help it brother. I love shopping. And you simply can't resist any piece of cloth in London"

"It should've been the other way around. Since Zoya is the designer here!" Said her brother amused.

"Hah! She thinks only her designs are the best!" smirkes Zara "We all know that it ain't the truth."