Double fire🔥

//59//: FAROOQ'S POV

Little did I know she was fire herself disguised as a dashing damsel. I've never been more pissed off since Noor's death like how I was on that day. No one, literally no one talks to me like that but she had the audacity to spew venom on me. People are usually frightened by my mere presence but she fixated her harsh gaze deep inside my eyes. She held my gaze to firmly and no hint of fear was sensed in her.

I hated her right there and then.

The next day, I found out that she was actually my Abi's childhood friend's daughter. Abi, Mr Mahir and Mr Sayhaan were basically brothers. Baba Kaka raised them all together so the bond was tight and firm. After my awful discovery, I realised that there was no avoiding her since she's my sorta cousin. No matter how and what I would do, there was no possible way of not seeing her once in a while.

She was Baba Kaka's Sabrina. I envied her since when I was little due to how Baba Kaka speaks about her. She was his favourite grandchild despite the fact that she wasn't exactly blood. But what confused me more was that she was nothing like he had described her to be.

Well, whatever.

As long as she doesn't open that silly mouth of hers to say rubbish to me again.

Five years later, I had now become a self made billionaire. That too one of the world's youngest one. Modelling and Architecture was my key to triumph. It was the only thing that kept me going because truth be told, despite having all those amount of wealth. I wasn't happy. I knew it but never accepted it openly. The only good thing was that I always had my friends by my side. They put up with my arrogance, stubbornness and gigantic ego as they say, so well. The only set of people that could lash out on me without getting a piece of my mind.

Then came the so called surprise birthday party that I was forced to attend by Amma. I'm not the most social person out there, I'm the last thing close to social. I only tolerated social gathering because it was mostly business related or had to do with professionals. But this was the birthday party that I knew half of the inhabitants of Abuja and Los Angeles would attend, no doubt there. That too of the person I hated with my all.

Amma being the manipulative mother she is, manipulated her way till I agreed to come but under the condition that my friends were also going. She forced me to buy her a gift. I didn't have a choice. I went online and ordered from Neelam's favourite jewellery store, a blue diamond ring. It was the first thing that captured my heart—oops I mean eyes.

Setting eyes on her after five long years was strange and beautiful at the same time. It was as though her beauty had increased to a surplus level. She didn't change one bit. If anything she got more beautiful and her mouth and fists became sharper.

Dragon.

That was what she was.

The birthday was boring and too affectionate for my liking so I decided to sit in my car all through the event. Later on, I heard some arguments from the other lane which I assumed was her as expected. Next thing I knew, she was running like a runaway bride with her gigantic princess dress but trust me, she ran faster than any runway bride.

At first, I shrugged it off. Then I remembered a week ago, I saved a girl from being raped by two men around the route she took. Without thinking it through, I followed her till I found her. I felt so much ease seeing nothing happened to her. I swallowed my pride and begged her to get into the car but she had the audacity to decline my offer! The girl was harder than a diamond, real hard. Reluctantly, she got in and I could see the ease her face held. Before I dropped her off, we surveyed the city at night with so much intense speed. I enjoyed every second of it.

She might be annoying and crazy, but she was the last thing to boring.

I found out how strong her hands were after she slapped Kamal Malik, Neelam's cousin. And according to the story Kamal narrated—which I had no intention to listen to but eventually did—they used to like each other or something of sort. The pain and fury her eyes held was vicious. You could see the hatred she had for him by a far distance.