The pearls of Abyss

Amaira

"Just get up mudhead" said a Stern voice from beneath the bed. " It's been two weeks already and you haven't made the decision yet"

A brown head emerged from the mess below, holding a pair of sneakers in one hand and lace in other. "Why the hell did you steal my sneakers? And for the sake of heavens what happened here last night?"

"Nothing" muttered the bundle on the bed from the pillows."Just borrowed without your permission".

"I am not blind to notice that your room is damn messed up" Amaira spoke as she stood up balancing herself. " If you don't clean this up, you are not going with us today!"

The reply was as expected. A pillow thrown at her. It indicated that she had to walk out now or face the tantrum of her younger sister. She slipped out of the room skillfully and stepped down the stairway.

Amaira had completed her college education and was working in a renowned company. She was gorgeous in her own way. She was tall , lean, had a flawless skin tone and thick lips. A responsible young woman stuck (so she thought) with an irresponsible irritating and lively sister. The age Gap between the both had made Amaira to be the forgiving one and the compromiser.

Being a naturally confident person, today she found it odd to be jittery. The reason was valid.

Arya had completed her schooling . She needs to get into a college . Sending her off that far was something that she couldn't digest yet. Nearly eighteen, Arya could handle herself well. The worst part was that - Arya doesn't know about this yet. She has to tell her soon ...after the trip to her grandma's she would let the cat out of the bag. When her short tempered sister would be in good spirits.

The bond between the sisters was a remarkable one. If the younger was an imaginator, the elder was a transformator, if the younger was a collector the elder-a minimalist. The younger short-tempered then the elder sweet tempered. Yet they fit with each other perfectly, like puzzle pieces and Lego blocks. Being opposites they did quarrel often about the TV remote, the decluttering, the popcorn but, being besties they gossiped about everything imaginable.

The condo too reflected their mindset. Ever since the death of their parents they were left under the care of their grandmother. Brooklyn had been their home for 8 years after which Amaira had moved to Manhattan with her younger sister. By that time she had gotten herself a decent job in a reputed company and thus decided to give her grandmother a break . The sisters had taken an Immediate liking towards this condo and loft because of the cheer and life it emitted. The personalization was a continuous process with the younger still adding a lot to the walls. But somehow today even the pleasant weather and the cheerful environment could not relieve Amaira of her worry. As she thought of all this, Her hands moved swiftly on the kitchen's marble counter.

"Where's she taking us today?" A croaky voice startled Amaira.

Lost in her own thoughts she hadn't noticed Arya entering the kitchen. Dishevelled black hair, lively black eyes and those chubby cute cheeks. She was a living depiction of their mother.

"And what's up with you?" Arya continued as she seated herself on the kitchen counter. One of the few things that the sisters agreed on was the kitchen-one rule-it should be neat , clean , spacious and organized.

"Can't you see I am chopping onions?" Amaira smirked, without looking up

"Yes" Arya continued applying an enigmatic tone. " But Your ebony eyes say it all my dear, there's something,-" she waved her hands dramatically, " something that is troubling you. Share it and be done with it."

"Now this White witch will solve my problems for me?" Amaira asked in a teasing manner.

"No but this White witch can eliminate your foes in a moment. Her loyalty remains pledged to you."

Amaira smiled and continued to whip up the classic -Mac and cheese and onion rings. Arya tried to prompt something more out of her but realizing that her efforts were turning futile, she walked away to fresh herself up. While doing so, she didn't notice that distant look her sister gave her. If Amaira had learnt one thing in her life it was acting. Over some time she had gained expertise at it too. Yet using it on Arya was something she could never bring herself to do.