Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Eight•~~

"Let's go!" Daneen mumbled.

As soon as the automated doors opened, a whiff of different colors smells, and sounds overwhelmed Andaleeb's senses.

After the crucial steps of checking out and getting their passports punched, they made their way to the area where they would collect their luggage. An iron slide was there on which many pieces of luggage and suitcases were sliding toward the awaiting passengers after they were getting checked by the machines.

Daneen pointed a finger when she spotted a big blue suitcase followed shortly by another blue one on the slide.

"That's ours!" She mumbled.

Andaleeb smiled and looked at her sister who was looking beautiful in a loose baggy jeans and a pink T-shirt wearing a blazer over it. Her hair was cutely tied in a stylish braid, giving her a youthful look. While she herself was wearing a brown one-piece body-fitting dress that was sleeveless and would reach her calves. She paired it with a short blue jacket.

After grabbing their luggage, they went outside where the hustle and bustle doubled with so many people talking in different languages.

"I am so happy to be here. We will enjoy till we will be hella exhausted, Dani," she chimed in excitement.

Daneen scrunched her nose. "Don't always cuss around, Andi. Ma would be so disappointed hearing it."

She chuckled. "Why? It isn't what is expected from girls. Right? Well, I'll make my own life as I want."

Daneen shook her head and definitely couldn't grasp the deeper meaning behind it.

"Why are we going for now, by the way?" She asked, changing the topic.

Daneen looked around. "Baba said that he will send some of his friends living here to the Airport who will drive us towards our hotel. I am looking out for him. Baba didn't even give his description. We just have to find him by a play card."

Even though Danee's fiance: Zaroon's family lived in Houston but they both preferred to live in their New York to enjoy themselves better. They would meet their Aunt who was his mother after a couple of days by going to Houston by bus. Soon they saw a man showing a play card of "Mr. Sultan" above his head. He was must be that man.

The man was a very good friend of their father and he drove them towards the hotel. The hotel was spacious, grand, and beautiful. Everything was carved from glass. The lobby appeared active and busy. Soft music played in the background. The hall had U-shaped seating arrangements. They went over to the reception and after getting cleared from everything, they were given the information and keys to their room.

The sunset deck patio was located around every room. The room was big and gorgeous with a white and grey interior. There were two single beds arranged having a crisp white bed sheet over them. The floor was tiled and the roofs were painted white. On the left, there was a big window which gave a magnificent view of the outside. There was a sliding door to the far corner. As Daneen got busy with taking care of the luggage, Andaleeb walked over to it and pushed it. It led to a cute and greenery-filled balcony, having a small table and chairs which was perfect for having coffee or refreshments even.

When she came back, Daneen was informing their parents about their safe arrival at their destination. She blinked looking at her before giving the phone to her as her mother wanted to talk to her.

"Do you want to eat something? Should I call the room service?" Daneen asked her, after a while.

Andaleeb removed her jacket from her arms. "I am not hungry right now. A coffee will do for me. You can order for you if you want."