in one of the richest parts of the country. No house can be compared to the beautiful mansion and most importantly the mansion wasn't built to show pride, wealth or power.

It was built on and in love.

Raza Ayub had fallen in love with his wife at the tender age of 18 years old when he had first seen her in one of the houses down the road in his past neighbour. His wife- Khadija was buzzing with excitement beaming at the small cat in her hand as she stands unaware of the effects it had on him.

Hence, he worked harder than ever to become a man enough to deserve a beautiful woman like her.

Later, they had three sons and one daughter through the years.

Oldest son- Rizwan Khan who was married to Eisha with two sons. Akbar (28) and Ali (26)

Second oldest- Ahmad Khan married to Amna with one son- Omar (23)

Third oldest- Zuhair Khan was late to marry so he has only one daughter- Ambreen (18)

And lastly, their daughter- Emaan was married before Zuhair and had one son and daughter - Waseem (25) and Aiza (20)

They all lived happily in the mansion and it was no surprise that one daughter filled with only men in the house was loved and protected by every single male in the family hence leading her to be an innocent girl with a beautiful heart.

She had lived her life in between many of the male wanting her to be with her, to play, help or something as she jiggles between them. She never raised her voice (she never needed to), she was taught how to be grateful and value things around her and she was a young genius of the house.

Each of her family members was no less than her. Everyone holds some sort of position either in business or in another field. They had no restrictions in studies and to lead their own lives unless they lead it in the right way.

Today she stands in front of the mirror as she calms down her beating heart at remembering that in just a few months she will be leaving her school and going to the real world.

She has dreams of her own and one being to be able to graduate from Cambridge University with Archeology degree so she can be proud of herself. She had dreamt that dream since she heard her father was a graduate of the same university. She had always wanted to make her name from the same place as her father.

She had applied for the admission since their system is different from her country system. She had worked hard throughout high school as she took GCSE courses to be able to achieve Cambridge admission. She also took extra lessons and courses in her free time such as vacations to work through the learning procedure and to add more credibility to her admission form.

The system back home is rather old and not at any standards to truly make an individual shine in their own light. It's the same years old book and same old paper which one can simply memorize a few lines, good handwriting and most importantly examiner good mood and luck is all that needed to pass. Not that, the system didn't allow plenty of people to reach the top but changes are important.

That's why she choose a different way to her dream.

She wraps her scarf around her tightly as she looks at her school uniform one more time before heading downstairs with her bag. She lives for her modesty that is one thing she values the most. Knowing how precious modesty is and how her heart always swells in pride when she held onto it is the best feeling in the world.

As she descended down the stairs she heard the morning chattering going around knowing everyone will be busy cooking and setting the tables. In her mansion, no one is the boss of anyone. Every single person is in charge to do something to help around.

No slacking.

Beside her, of course.

Let's see an example.

She enters inside and everyone eyes turn to her making her grin and blush at the same time. No matter how many years she has lived with this attention it is always overwhelming for her.

"Let me take the plates". She said moving to her chachi Amna (aunt)

She slaps her hands away with a firm glare from her,"Kitni dafa kaha hai larki k tum kaam nahi karo gi?". (How many times have I told you that you won't work)

"Per mujhe acha nahi lagta na, Chachi. Please sirf plates". She whined using her ultimate power- puppy eyes that usually works (But I don't like it, Aunt. Just plates please)

"No". Her chachi said walking away making her sighs

"You know they won't ever let you work, bunny". She heard his voice from the side

Her heart stopped beating for a second before it started to run a marathon making an instant blush across her rosy cheeks.

"Ji, pata hai". She replied in a low soft whisper as she watches everyone setting the table for breakfast (yes, I know)

"Aj mai choro ga ap ko school toh yaad se kisi aur k sath na jana". He said as his voice sounded deeper making her shiver involuntarily (I will drop you to school so don't go with anyone else)

Akbar Khan is the renowned owner of the hospitality industry and a proud winner of many prestigious awards throughout his career. He was no less of a model if you look at him. With almond hair, deep charcoal grey eyes and a built body made him look exquisite. For her eyes, at least.

No matter how much she looks at him he always seems so different to her. And her innocence never understands the reason of her heart frantic beating around him.

So, she keeps her distance.

"Per mai toh Omar--". She started turning to look at him only to find him gazing down at her (But I-)

Ambreen Khan is not a simple girl he had thought she would be when he had come back from studying overseas. She was growing into a beautiful woman with her amber-brown eyes shining along with her personality. She had turned into a woman who he had never even dream of however she remains childish and innocent which is something he fears.

"Nahi ab se bus mai choro ga". He said firm and she nodded meekly (No, from now on only I will drop you)

"Baba, dekhein na mujhe koi kaam nahi karnay day rahe". She said stomping her feet as she turns around heading to her father warm embrace (Father, look no one is letting me work)

"Meri piyaari bachi". Her father said lovingly as he looks down at her innocent eyes and her father loves her more than anything in his life,"Choro kaam ko apne baba jaani se batein karo mai tumhay miss kar raha tha". (My sweet daughter) (leave work come and talk to your father. I was missing you)

"Mai toh kal raat mili thi apse?". She asked naively since she had talked to him until 10 PM when her mother had pushed her to sleep (I met you last night)

Her father laughs wholeheartedly so did the others around her at her words,"Raat gayi baat gayi". (Night passes so do the talks)

She crisscrosses her hands on her chest, "Per mai toh ap se kuch aur baat kar rahi thi abhi". (But I was talking about something else just now)

"Acha acha kar layna kaam jub bari ho jao gi". Her father said holding her hand in his warm ones (ok-ok you can work when you grow up)

"Mai abhi bhi bari nahi?".(I am still not an adult)

"Mere liye toh kabhi nahi ho gi". (For me you will never grow)

She huffed tapping her feet feeling a gaze burning in her side which she ignores,"Baba. Ap phir se meri university ka soch rahe the?". (You were again thinking about my university)

Her voice was soft as she holds her father hand whose eyes brimmed with tears at remembering that he had to send her away. He wouldn't stop her but he worries about her. She is naive to this filthy world.

"Toh kia nahi sochon?. Ek beti hai us ki sub cheezo ka sochna hota hai. Abhi kal mai dekh raha tha koi acha apartment mil jaye toh tumhare naam per luin". Her father said as he had spent his night on searching online (Shouldn't I think?. I have only one daughter I have to fulfill everything she wants. Yesterday I was looking for an apartment so I can buy it under your name)

"Chachu (uncle), mera apartment hai na waha woh sahi nahi?. Apartment hai bhi achi building mai, security achi hai aur neighbour bhi nahi. Yeh safe rahe gi". Akbar offered kindly (I have apartment there isn't that good for her?. Apartment is in good building, security is good and there are no neighbour problems. She will stay safe there)

"Haan yeh bhi sahi hai per agar meri beti razi ho toh mai haan bolo ga". Her father said leaving it on her (Yeah that is good if my daughter thinks it is)

"Dekhein na kitni jaldi jaldi yeh bari ho gayi abhi kal toh mere pichy garden mai bhaag rahi thi". Ali said dramatically making everyone else chuckle (Look how fast she grow up it was only yesterday she was running after me in the garden)

"Aur ap bhi budhay ho gaye dekhte dekhte". She said showing him tongue while her father pats her head laughing (and you also have grown old)

"Ji nahi. Acha khasa jawan insaan huin. Abhi abhi toh sahi se jawaan howa huin meri jawani ko nazar na lagao larki". Ali said placing a hand over his heart (No. I have just enter into my youthful and don't cast evil eye on it)

She giggles feeling a sudden warmth behind her as she heard a low deep whisper, "Drama".

She purses her lips nodding as her father holds her hand taking her back to the table where everything was ready. Guess her father job today was to distract her so she doesn't do anything.

After breakfast, each member (male and female beside her grandparents who are elderly)of the house grab their keys heading towards the big garage outside where their cars are heading to work. Her parents kissed her forehead lovingly, "Have fun".

She nodded smiling as she turns to head to his car when Omar stops her.

"Ji, bhai?". She asked as her eyebrows knitted together in an adorable frown (yes, brother)

"I will have to drop you, remember?". Omar asked unsure as he always drops her since everyone else works starts early and his doctor shift starts late

"Aj se mai choro ga is ko, Omar". She heard his authoritative voice behind her (I will be dropping her from now onwards)

Everyone else already left not before saying her goodbye and more.

Omar smirks looking at his brother, "Ahaan. Chorein chorein dil bhar k chorein is ko ap". (Ahaan. Drop her as much as your heart desires, drop her as much as you want)

"Omar". He warned obviously catching on it

They both turn to her who stands between them looking from Akbar to Omar not aware of the conversation underlying meaning and a adorable frown on her face only deepen.

"Nahi nahi. Ap ka haq banta hai chorna mai toh chala. Maza karein per zayada nahi karna abhi". Omar said laughing as he ran away before Akbar comes after him (no-no. It's your right to drop her I am leaving. Have fun but not too much fun)

"Bhai ko lagta hai khud doctor ki zarorat hai ab". She said shaking her head thinking how long shifts had ruined her brother's brain (I think he needs a doctor himself)

He purses his lips in a thin line, "Shayeed. Ya shayeed tumhay batein samjhnay ki". (Maybe. Or maybe you need to understand better)

"Mai kia nahi samjhti?". She asked confused as her doe-eyes looks at him for answers (what did I not understand)

He gulped turning around to sit in his car not wanting to answer and she follows behind him.

"You didn't tell me?". She asked again

"Kuch nahi. Bus Omar ka damag kharab hai". He said shrugging then he mumbles,"Aur mera dil".(Omar has lost his mind) (and I lost my heart)

"Toh doctor k pass jayein na". She said as she heard his last words and he turns to find concern in her eyes making him shake his head at how much he would have to work on this,"Ap ko agar kuch ho gaya toh Taya abbu ka kia ho ga?". (So go to a doctor) (If something happens to you what will uncle do)

"Arey larki, mujhe kuch nahi howa bus yuhi bol raha tha". He said stopping the car in front of her school turning to look at her (Woman, Nothing happened to me I was saying nonesense)

"Promise?". She asked worriedly and he nodded promising her, "Dekhein wada torna achi baat nahi". (Look breaking promise is not good)

"Haan haan pata hai". He said sighing (yes, I know)

"Acha toh phir woh Omar bhai kia baat kar rahe the?". She asked curiously as she finds the time of bell ringing but her curiosity wouldn't let her chill (So, what was Omar saying before )

"Kisi din aur batao ga abhi late ho rahe hain hum dono". He said softly as his eyes find her like every single time making his heart skip a beat (I will tell you some other day)

"Pakka promise?".

"Pakka".

She grins widely at him rushing towards the school door not before turning around once more waving her hand at him and he chuckles at how adorable she looks waving back at her.

28 years old waving his hand is not normal. But, he hadn't ever been normal around her anyways. She holds an important piece of his in her small hands without even realising and he would do anything for her. He had been doing the same for a long time when he had gone away to study in a fruitless attempt to get over his crush on his own cousin but he clearly remembers that the day he came back and found her simply sitting in the lounge with everyone around her talking nonstop- his feeling only came back stronger. He didn't want to pressure her with his feelings that run deep for her so he had covered them or so he thought because every one of his other cousins never leaves a chance to tease him only the elders have no idea or that's his wishful thinking.

He couldn't look at her as a normal cousin like Aiza, there was always had been a big difference between them or any of the other female cousins. He would notice every small action of hers. When she smiles his lips automatically turns the same way and when she is sad he would want to do anything to have her smile again. He had been proud of her achievements throughout and how wise she is on studies because as far as understanding his feelings is- she is failing miserably and he is falling for her even more miserably because every day his feelings were growing stronger and he wants nothing more to make her his wife. But he is not an emotional or hormonal fool who will kill her little heart by binding her with him. Her dreams were his dream and he had asked her father to hand him the responsibility of arranging everything for her because as much as he wants her to achieve her dreams and have her freedom he wouldn't allow that at the expense of her safety.

It was lunch and she sits with her friend- Zobia who was her only friend. It's not because she can't make friends but these school girls are mean. They would either ask for her to spend money for them or bring one of the boys to introduce to them. She stopped when someone said something about Akbar and how hot he looked that one day and more. She had asked him to stop dropping her off and she was anxious even today when he offered.

"So, when will you get the admission form?". Zobia asked as she munch on her sandwich

"We have last three months of school so hopefully in two months". She said shrugging and praying she gets in

"I know you will get in--". Zobia started

But stopped when someone slid beside her making her move far away creating distance. She studies in a co-education school and while everyone stays away from her only Zafar is the one who doesn't. He just never understands the meaning of no and the day she rejected him before he even completed the cringe-worthy speech he was more aggressive towards her. He would touch her sometimes and she hates it. She is scared of him at all times.

"Hi, baby". Zafar said flitrous and she made a disgusted face at baby

"I am not a baby". She said frowning

"Oh, my bad". Zafar said chuckling, "Want to--".

"No". She said cutting him off watching his eyes darkening that made her shudder

"You know what I told you if you rejected me again?". He asked angrily, "I won't leave you and see what I will do now".

She was close to crying when Zobia hugs her she finally starts to cry. She never cries much but she was scared for her life. She doesn't know what to do as she never encountered such things and she just simply wants to study.

Her headache increases and she had to go to the nurse room who told her to call her parents or family to come to get her since her migraine medication was at home. She called her parents who didn't answer her call probably busy in some meetings. She slumped against the wall as tears still fall down her face and her throat clogs.

"Akbar bhai. She said as he answers the call after three rings and her voice was close to breaking again (brother)

His heart thunder in his chest as he had just left her smiling in school and he knows she is crying which made him feel worse and he even ignore the fact of her calling him bhai.

"Kia howa, Ambreen?. Kisi nae kuch kaha hai?. Batao mujhe?. Kia ho gaya?. Dekho tum pareshan kar rahi kuch bolo toh sahi?". He asked worriedly as he dismissed the meeting (what happened, Ambreen?. Someone said something?. Tell me?. What's wrong?. Now you are worrying me say something?)

"Can you please pick me?". Her soft voice whispers

"Mai abhi a raha huin bus thora wait karo mai waha a jauin ga. Ok?". He coaxed wanting her to stop crying as his heartbreak hearing her hiccups (I am coming in few just wait for me)

"Ji". She replied (ok)

Just as she ended the call she finds Zafar standing behind her. She screeches looking at him horrified as he ends the distance between them placing his hand on her waist bringing her impossibly closer and she struggles to break free which resulted in her slapping him hard.

"You will pay for this". He said pushing her hard against the wall running away when she was called to the front office