"Fashion comes and goes, but style lasts forever" – Gabrielle "Coco" Chanel

A fashion designer regularly designs four collections a year. Every creator hopes that each piece they pattern would become a beloved classic, yet trends are always fleeting.

At the end of the day, there is only one thing that never changes. 

The fact that nothing is forever. We must be in the moment and just enjoy it for that juncture because it is wavering too and will never come back again.

Nevertheless, my right hand extended towards one of my own sketched matte black sac de jour bags with suede lining.

Being involved in this progressive industry where you have to gradually work yourself to the top, the merciless competitive system had never stopped me from establishing my own clothing brand named Dahlia.

The prominent flower of the same name got a unique yet alluring label and above of all, those are my mother's favorite colorful blossoms. I could not think of any other title when the company had started to lay its foundations three years ago.

Our primary team started off small, just in a sketchy back alley of State Street where we sold our manufractured clothing on the spot. Somehow, our small enterprise got recognition from various influencers and celebrities without any foul play.

We quickly moved to the Oak Street District, perfectly hidden in between respected exclusive brands while I still could not grasp the fact that were able to have our shops and head office separated from one another.

Pride is what I managed to sense at the age of 22, everyone around made me feel successful except for one single soul.

My dad was not quite satisfied with the career path that had chosen. He wanted me to be a doctor like any other ordinary Indian parent, a lawyer that would follow his footsteps or at least have a "normal" degree.

Deep down I knew that he meant well, but on the other hand I wanted to climb the heavenly stairs towards my moonlit dream. 

After a lot of deep talks into sleepless nights and fights that were not actually solved, my father just let me go do my own thing even though I get the stinky eye thrown at me from time to time when things get rough.

The pleasing thought biked across my head. If that enormous gorilla is home, I could get a free ride with his car and do not have to pay for the taxi. 

Saving money. My genius mind.

Bringing up my utterly annoying older brother with an age gap of three years, here I present the infamous pretty boy from Class 6 named Abhimanyu Agnihotri. He is the proclaimed it-guy of the Heart of America or let me rephrase, the most attractive resident at Chicago Med. 

The last descriptive term is certainly not aligned with my opinion.

Not only is he the drumming headache that I have been having my entire existence. My older brother is also the only person in this entire world that has my back on anything without any anger-jumpy questions asked. The more bothersome he is, the more affection Abhi has for me in store.

I walked through the open door which led to the living room. My gloomy happiness was shortened because the exact moment I got in, a busily printed newspaper flew against my face.

Welcome to an ordinary morning with the Agnihotri's!

Looking in the direction where the self-invented weapon came from, I met my dad in that same route who was sitting right on the edge with the black remote control in his dominant hand.

The parent swung the device in rapid uneven circles towards my frame while screaming his so-called justification. 'How many times do I need to tell you? Do not to watch any TV-shows with my Netflix account! God dammit Amaya, listen to your father for once!'

Continues of his rambling and swearing without the intention to stop lingered around until the point that I had enough of this maltreatment.

Before I could open my mouth to yield that the culprit was in fact that bastard of a brother of mine, someone had laid their hand on my mouth from behind in order to stop me from spilling more milk tea. 

Various attempts of freeing myself went in vain, eventually letting that mundane person drag me into the kitchen space. When I turned around with rage on my face, Abhi could not help himself but to stand there with this troublesome killer smile that swoons every sane girl on planet earth. 

Yes, I am calling myself a complete nutjob.

I slapped his broadly trained chest, getting a whiny older sibling in front of my face while I stated an inescapable fact. 'You never take the blame yourself, do you?'

Abhi took his right hand behind his head to ruffle his dark hair in imperfection, still appearing annoyingly good in the morning light. 'That is why I am the oldest here. I do not need to take the blame myself because I have you to take the fall every, damn, time. Please respect the course of actions.'

Planning a lengthy rant on my older brother about his way of dealing with self-created problems, I immediately mended my methods and means when the sudden smell of freshly baked pancakes had arrived in my nostrils.

Oh yes, I forgot this aggravating matter. 

Abhi is in my favor a born chef too, cooking every meal when he is at home which the lazy demeanor of mine really appreciated. A hell of a multitalented guy with no steady relationships, that would definitely be the description on the back of his memoir.

My older brother turned around to turn the pancake, preventing the food to burn it to dark ashes of food. 'Do you want some behenji (sister, but in a sarcastic way meaning the addressed one is not sophisticated or modern)?'

The nickname that Abhi sometimes calls me by made me roll my light brown eyes, opening the cabin above me with numerous spices and spreads stalled in it. My fingers wandered around only to stop at the king-sized Nutella jar.

Knowing that the fresh strawberries were already cut and put into a bowl, I opened the fridge to get my healthy take on the sweet dish. 

Paying no attention to the designated cook of this household, the man had his eyes set on my actions while he shook his head in disappointment. 'Oh hell no, you will get fat Amaya.'

Letting my bothered gaze meet the gruntled smirk plastered on his face, I shoved his body out the way by the side of my hip to get a butter knife. Why do siblings always stand in the way of progress? 

As I heard a surprised gasp which made me thus pleased with myself, the reason for my blunt jab arrived in a bare mumble. 'I am fat bhaiya (brother). You are trying to alarm me of something that I already know.'

My older brother froze his motions noticeably, staring at me with an eccentric expression as if he saw a ghost walking behind my head. 'Do not even think about cutting even more sugar out of your diet. Remember when you tripped in middle school and Dad got the whole hospital almost sued because they thought that the damage was not that severe?'

Abhi got his payback right away, pushing me away from the plate as he began preparing my breakfast himself.

Giving the filled-in pancakes to me soon after, my older brother patted my head and gave me a swift kiss on the dark brown hair. 'To prevent that from happening, you will have to eat your pancakes like this for as long as you live here in this house. I was just joking around Amaya.'

Unlike most siblings, those kinds of gestures are a daily playground course for the two of us. 

My light brown eyes investigated his dark ones as I stuck my tongue playfully out, not buying his feigned sorry at all. 'If you are going to apologize, be sincere because you are making me cringe from top to bottom.'

We do fight a lot, talking about physical and mental battles where we are running around the house with our father ignoring the brutal scene as if the culprits are not his own blood.

But, loving each other was the most natural thing in the world. Abhi is actually the most caring sibling for whom I could ever wish.

If I think thoroughly about it, I used to hide the fact that he was my brother back in high school. 

Being a promising and popular senior at the same schooling institute was burdening itself. Everybody adored him, regardless of them being men or women and yes, he used to be a straight-A student and took part in three influential afterschool clubs.

The number of stories that I had heard about Abhi made me sometimes forget that we lived under one roof. Only if I did not forget my lunch at home in eleventh grade. He personally came down to his old school, not letting me aware of his highly appreciated arrival led me straight to my downfall.

Being the big showman that Abhi is, he stepped in slow motion into my classroom and walked up towards my desk while I recalled trying to wake myself up from that nightmare.

Dead silence was how the whole classroom reacted, Abhi showing his white teeth in a broad smile as he dropped the green lunchbox onto the table. 'You forgot this at home.'

All the girls and a number of guys were screaming and drooling, ear squeaking sounds that left me stuck in trauma. You know what they say, the aftermath shall be the worst.

Abhi laughed in his signature snicker while ruffling up my dark brown hair like he always did. Glares of jealousy and envy got me to crumble in one tiny ball of fluff. 

The gossip road a bullet train after that singular incident.

From romantic rumors to a contractual arranged marriage, not a single person had the decency to think that we could be family members. And yes, of course I have beaten him up about it when I arrived home. 

Logically speaking, the reason for that hoax could also be that the way I dressed myself was moderately low in a terms of trend.

The cited one is now a hotshot fashion designer with her own entrenched clothing brand.

Basically vacuuming the pancakes down my throat, I sprinted towards one of the wooden shelves to find the car keys. Making my way through the door that led to our exit, I kicked the furry mint green house slippers off my feet to put a pair of white chunky mid-heeled sock boots on which were also known to be my ego boosters.

In the corner of my light brown eyes, I met my father's darting judgy looks, immediately questioning and guessing what the problem must be. 'What is it now?'

Dad came forward with his dark navy coat-covered arms folded in one another as he exaggerated the journey of his head from up to down. 'The splits nowadays cannot get any longer than this right?'

My fellow Agnihotri's wanted me to get nauseous on a daily basis, rolling my light brown eyes for the nth time this morning while I reached for my woolen trenchcoat. 'First of all, my fashion style is comparable to my dignity. Dare to touch it for one more time, Mr. Agnihotri. And speaking on that matter, you should be thankful that I put on the darkest panty possible. The weather is still chilly anyway.'

Dad shook his head obliquely at my taunted scolding, coming closer to my frame to pull me into a warming side hug. 'No one that I do not approve of can spare a single look at my precious daughter. Understood? Amaya to give you a heads-up, it is going to be long trial for me at the court today. See you around 9 pm.'

Always saying something unrelatable to the comment he made earlier. That is the essence and principal that my father lives by, even though it may sometimes be without him being aware.

As Dad opened the door to let me out, he murmured a familiar phrase that I have heard a thousand times. I decided to ignore the upcoming sympathy like I always do. 'Day by day, you look more like your mother Amaya...'

Something felt missing on the scene, the boisterous sound of my animal-like brother coming from behind our father while asking the obvious stated question. 'Dad, have you seen my car...'

My brother's dark eyes wandered to my right hand where the car keys were already residing. 'Did you not ask for a ride along?'

A teasing smile formed on my lips, shaking the metallic keys in a melodious sound together in the outside air. 'For as far as I can recall, I never said who was going to be the driver.'

Abhi's miffed presence betrayed his opinion on this matter, yet he could not refuse his precious little sister's request. Waving our dad a good day, I started the car in one go in hope for a day without unpleasant surprises.

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Okay, the first rewritten, revised, precious, everything chapter is out!

I will try to stay as consistent as possible (uploads on Monday's and sporadically Friday's is my plan)

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