Na'eemah shook her head, quickly clearing those thoughts before walking to the kitchen where Aunty and two more maids work around. She went to the fridge and grabbed a coca cola bottle. She grabbed a cup and turned to aunty

"Aunty I'm heading over to the upper parlour. I'll be down to help soon" she said looking around the kitchen

The kitchen was huge with a kitchen island and grey cabinets. Everything in the kitchen was either black, white silver or grey.

There was the main living room downstairs themed gold and cream, a dining room, the huge kitchen with it's store, two extra rooms by the left. One is a guest room with a toilet while the other is simply a room with a television and a fluffy carpet and huge Tim Tims scattered around. In between the rooms is a little lounge area with two long sofas, a centre table and television.

Up the stairs are four rooms, the master bedroom which is a whole section hidden behind a door, in the section is a small corridor then Hafeez's living room and his room. Outside his section by the right is Humaira's huge bedroom in it a mini Arabian parlour, next to her room is her living room themed cream and periwinkle.

On the far end is two extra bedrooms each with a bathroom in.

Humaira's house was large but sensibly good. It has the maid apartment very close to the kitchen and also has a door connecting the apartment straight to the kitchen. It contains two bedrooms with a bathroom each and a little living room. It is just like a mini guest house.

Na'eemah settled down seeping the drink as her eyes lingered on the movie. Suddenly she heard a honk

"Maybe it's Zainab or Humaira or even Hamma Hafeez? She said standing up to look through the window. She couldn't see clearly and instead decided to go check it herself. Before she could reach the end of the stairs, she heard the clicking of heels and that alone told her who it is.

She heard the greetings of the maids as she answered them her voice tired and strained

"If it isn't the CEO" Na'eemah said appearing into view as Humaira glanced over to her and smiled

"If it isn't the great naeems. How are you doing? Humaira asked removing her heels and wiggling her toes before settling down on the couch

Na'eemah loved the name Humaira calls her with even if she won't accept it

"I'm good, how was work? She asked coming to sit next to her

"Stressing, tiring, exhausting........but we need to make those money" Humaira replied rolling off her hijab.

"Uuuuuhhummm" Na'eemah hummed in agreement

"So? Where's Zainab? Humaira asked when she's finally relaxed

"Yet to come back. I even thought it was you"

"Okay then" Humaira said standing up and taking her bag and veil.

"I'll see you in an hour or two we need to talk , let me freshen up and pray then sleep a bit" She added walking up the stairs

"What if you don't wake up early? Naeemah asked with a raised brow completely ignoring the "we need to talk" part as she just might know what it is.

"My husband isn't exactly a happy man when he doesn't find food. I have to cook" Humaira said as Na'eemah laughed

She knew Humaira was joking, she couldn't count the number of times she came and met Hafeez cooking with Humaira and he won't be mad when he doesn't find food. Sometimes he does the cooking. Whoever is home first, cooks.

"Maami's word finally paying off? Naeemah shouted as Humaira reached the top of the stairs reminding her of when she told them about Maami scolding her for sleeping late so that her husband doesn't leave to work hungry and she would grumble and say he should cook.

Or in this case, come back home hungry

"Whatever" Humaira shouted back as Na'eemah chuckled heading to the kitchen to help. The cook cooked for the house but Humaira cooked for her husband and sometimes herself.
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"Thank you" Humaira muttered under her breath as they set the last warmer on the dining table. Na'eemah simply nodded as her mind drifted to their discussion earlier

"Sooooo... What did you want to talk about? Na'eemah asked looking at her

"Ohh right that.....ahm come let's sit" Humaira replied leading her to the couch on the main parlour

"Reduce the volume Zainab" Humaira shouted to her sister who was watching a movie upstairs. She came back an hour ago and went straight to the parlour after changing and praying of course. She sat down eating the spaghetti and sauce aunty made and tuned in to find literally anything she can watch

Humaira heard the volume going down as an answer and she turned back her attention to Na'eemah who looked at her with knowing eyes. She knows Naeemah knows or has a hint on what she's about to say.

"Sooo we talked with hafsa earlier at the office" Humaira started as Naeemah nodded

"She sent her regards" She added and received yet another nod

"And she said Ameer really needs your number" She finished off

Naeemah opened her mouth to object but Humaira quickly beat her to it

"I know you once said no but I have no idea why you don't want to give him a chance. The guy is pretty much great and he's really into you, everybody knows that.

Naeemah heaved a sigh just then the door opened as Hafeez walked in. She turned her head only to find Humaira already walking towards her husband

"Welcome Hun" Humaira said smiling as Hafeez engulfed her into a hug before releasing her

"You look beautiful as always Aira"

"Ohh please" She smiled lightly smacking his arm "I just woke up"

"Still looking exquisite" He replied in a whisper to her ear

"Welcome home Hamma Hafeez" Naeemah said interrupting their moment

"Ahhhh Naeems you and who came? He asked as they walked further into the living room

"I came with Zainab. We are leaving after maghrib"

"The small madam is here, I better go see her" He laughed standing up

"You won't eat first? Humaira asked

"Ohh I will. Let me just freshen up, I see you have already rest without me" He said walking to the stairs

"I had to, we'll be having a meeting tomorrow with Mr Yaari early in the morning" Humaira replied with a sigh

"Aww babe, you'll do just fine" He replied turning to give her a comforting hug as she smiled up at him

However the only thing that caught Na'eemah's ears was the meeting her cousin is having with Mr Yaari

Mr Yaari is Humaira's business partner. Naeemah met him at Humaira's business launch and ever then he had been her dream man. He gave her his card at Humaira's wedding but unfortunately for her, she lost it. That day she was so angry at herself she even denied giving Ameer her contacts.

Mr Yaari however is someone she wishes to meet and be in contact with again. He's handsome, successful, ambitious, tall, well built, and hopefully morally stable too. Mr Yaari is simply................. Perfect

"Ahmm Humaira? Na'eemah called out to her cousin who was halfway through the steps with her husband

"Yes Naeems? Humaira turned to look at her cousin who beckoned for her to come. She glanced back at her husband who nodded in recognition before heading upstairs

"What's wrong? Humaira asked after descending the stairs

"I'll give Ameer my number" Na'eemah said as a smile broke on humaira's face

"But I need you to take me with, to go meet Mr Yaari tomorrow" She finished off as Humaira narrowed her eyes

"We are going to a meeting, how will I go with you? She asked

"I can come after your meeting or during it and wait, all you need to do is introduce us please. I'll give Ameer my contact if I can have one with Mr Yaari

Humaira heaved a sigh knowing there's no way out. Hopefully by having both, Na'eemah will realise who's the best for her. The least Humaira could do is pave a way for her

Humaira looked at her and nodded before muttering " Tomorrow at 8am,you come by 9 or 10am. You'll be able to meet him

"Thank you Humaira thank you" Naeemah Squealed hugging her cousin who simply nodded and walked up the stairs

Naeemah watched her retreating figure smiling silently. Maybe she really can get a fairly tale, even one with unicorns and rainbows
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