UN-RAVEL : The inner strength.....

UN-RAVEL 1.... Hye!!! I am Zamira....

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UN-RAVEL 1....

HYE!!!! I AM ZAMIRA.....

ZAMIRA'S P.O.V.

Hye!!!! I am Zamira Mal.... Urgh..... Let it be. I am Zamira and that's basically what everyone calls me, except for my mother aka Nanadani Murthy, who prefers calling me Zara. Zamira means thought, conscientious. I am 15 years old and a nerd. A typical book worm, invisible, docile and a person of few words. In my school accept for teachers anyone would hardly know my name, while I live at a very quite place, often people around us end up asking mum, whether I live away from her as they have barely seen me. I am a sort of person whose first and last date would be with Netflix, chocolates, ice creams, nuttela and popcorns.

That's me a typical good girl material. But who knew that my life is going to take such a big U-turn. Even a week back from now if somebody would have told me that I will do, what I am doing right now, I would have laughed out on his/her face. But yes, today I am doing this, this thing that's entirely unimaginable. I am walking down the drive way with my aunt Cadrica, who's my mom's colleague and friend, she's a lawyer by profession, a very sweet yet stern lady. She's a tall blonde brunette, her locks flow down her shoulders and her petite frame has a neatly ironed lawyers black and white suit uniform. She's beautiful. 

Coming back to the scene, the main part is that we are walking towards the round about of Mr. Manik Malhotra's house..... Urgh.... This isn't the house, it's a mansion..... No! If you ask me, I feel it's more like a palace. Acres of land from entrance has been converted into lush green garden, with few pet animals wandering around, tall trees homing numerous birds, bushes, flowers and herbs sprawling around. In the middle of the roundabout sits a giant statue of two ladies with earthen pots from which the water is gushing out and a pigeon with a twig sits at the side. The view is undoubtedly, magnificent. The nature lover, that I am, I can't stop drooling over the beauty which makes a perfect picturesque with the hills behind them. If you think that this house.... Sorry palace belongs to Mr. Malhotra, then a big NO! Not only this palace but the entire valley belongs to, Mr. Manik Malhotra. The famous and freaking rich, businessman. The exterior of the palace is in an off-white fashion with highest precision of carvings, setting an authentic level. The outside of the palace has a cavalcade of most expensivest cars. I know no such words exists but I can't really help, the cars aren't only expensive but par expensive and undoubtedly, sexy. You wonder how cars can be termed as sexy. But yes they are the red Lamborghini, the black Rolls Royals, metallic silver Audi, Mercedes Benz, coupe, hatchback, latest Bugatti Divo and what not. Well, the cavalcade doesn't only has exotic cars but even authentic bikes, from Kawasaki Ninja to Royal Enfield and n number of jeeps.