NEHA
I laughed as Ilyas all but ran into our bedroom. Shaking my head at his childish behavior, I make my way towards the elevators to see who reached first.
It was Danial.
Before I know it, I am grinning from ear to ear. He just has this aura of spreading happiness and warmth everywhere. I knew it was wrong to look at him, but all I felt towards him was this brotherly affection, and I knew he felt that too. He loved me as a sister.
“Well, hello,” he singsongs. “Look who graced us with their presence.”
“Selam,” I grinned.
He laughed. “Selam. I think you don’t get this happy when you see your husband. It’s good though,” he said, “that your brother here makes you happier.”
He followed me into the lounge. Eyes widened, he scanned the contents of the table. I could practically see the
