CHAPTER ONE

　　"Zafira, Zafira please wait, Zafira." He called out driving on his old bicycle beside the lady who was literally getting annoyed with the man who keeps calling out to her.

　　She stopped once they were out of the college school gate.

　　She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, when she opened her eyes she saw him infront of her.

　　"What is your problem Zain? I have told you countless times that am not interested in you, you are not my class, which part of that do you not understand?!" She said crossing her arms under her breast.

　　"But I love you very much Zafira, I know am not wealthy as you want but I can take care of you. I love you very much." He said making Zafira roll her eyes and shaking her head.

　　"Listen Zain, I can never be with a poor man like you when there are lots of rich guys out there and how do you plan on taking care of me when you are so poor and can't take care of yourself?" She asked and he made to speak but she shut him up.

　　"I can never spend the rest of my life with a poor man like you, not to talk more of falling inlove with a poor thing like you. Let me be now! You are not my type!" She said and pushed him aside before walking away.

　　Zafira's push made him stumble and about to fall but a hand helped him not to. He looked up and his eyes met with a pair of beauitful dark orbs.

　　"Sor-Sorry." She said with her beauitful tiny voice making him get lost in them for awhile before he came out of it and stood properly on his own.

　　"Thank you." He said to her and turned to his bicycle getting it ready to ride on.

　　"Wait-" the lady called out to him as he was about walking away with his bicycle.

　　He stopped and she came infront of him.

　　"Am very sorry on Zafira's rudeness to you, she really isnt in a good mood." The lady said and he was confused on who the lady was asking forgiveness on Zafira's sake.

　　"I am not upset, but who are you to her that you say sorry on her behalf?" He asked searching her eyes which happens to pull him to them strangely so he averted his eyes from hers.

　　"My name is Ira and am Zafira's cousin", she said and he was speechless has he had no clue Zafira had a cousin.

　　He looked at her closely.

　　She's putting on a sky blue layered kurta with churidar and marching hijab.

　　He could see the hint resemblance but she was brown skinned, completely different from Zafira's fair skinned.

　　"I-I know you are not upset but am still sorry for her rude manner toward you." She said squeezing her handbag in her hand and trying not to look up at him as she noticed he was looking at her.

　　He noticed his stare was making her uncomfortable so he averted his eyes.

　　"Like I said, am not upset and its nice meeting you Ira but I have to go now." He said and she nodded as he walked away with his bicycle

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　　"Gosh!" Zafira hissed to herself as she got into the gates of their house. "He's so so irritating! How does he even expect me to be interested in a low life like him?!" She said feeling disgusted with the thought of having to accept him as her boyfriend, not to talk more of her husband.

　　She got to know Zain when he saved her from some thugs about a month ago and since then he fell inlove with her and tried confessing his love to her but Zafira never gave way for him cause of how wreteched his life was.

　　"He's even a common machanic and he expects me to be interested in a mechanic man?! Never!" She half screamed to herself as she walked into the house.

　　"Zafira, you are back." Asama, Zafira's mom said when she entered the house but she wasnt in the mood as her mood was already ruined by Zain.

　　"Zafira, are you hungry?" Asama asked while cutting the cabage in the dinning.

　　"Not hungry mom, will be in my room." Zafira said and without waiting for another round of questions, she just went straight to her room and threw herself on the bed.

　　"I swear, if I ever see him again am sure going to give him a slap." Zafira swore.

　　Her room door went open and she sat up to see who it was and was and it was Ira, it made Zafira's mood more worst.

　　"Why can't you knock before barging into my room, Ira?!" Zafira half yelled at her.

　　Ira completely ignored her outburst and walked into the room.

　　"What has gotten into you Zafira?! Why did you have to treat that man in that way? Even if you dont wanna talk to him, you should have pushed him gently and not so embrassing." Ira stated, a bit angry.

　　"Hey, in what right do you have to interfer in my personal life?!" Zafira half yelled and Ira rolled her eyes.

　　"Now listen to me browny, you have no right to mingle in my life. So stay out of it and within your limits." Zafira said and left, brushing past Ira.

　　Ira lost her parents at a tender age of three to a car accident. She had no one till her uncle came and took her in to raise her as his own.

　　His wife Asama didt agree to it but he stood his ground. Years passed and Zafira and Ira never got along cause Zafira thought her father loved Ira more than her in everything they do.

　　And through it, Asama decided to use that opportunity to poisen Zafira's mind against Ira the more. Ira being a kind hearted person keeps hoping that one day, her aunt and cousin will get to accept her.

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　　In a dark lit room stood two men who stared ahead to a man whose back was facing them as he stared out the window.

　　"You said you did a proper investigation on miss. Zafira Mohammed, am I right?" The man staring out the window asked.

　　The two men glanced at each other for awhile before turning to the man who threw the question at them.

　　"Yes sir, we did." One of the men answered.

　　"Then you must've known she has a cousin by name, Ira?"

　　"Ira? We had no idea she had a cousin sir." One of the men replied.

　　The man standing by the window gently walked round his desk and took a seat, his face covered in darkness.

　　"I gave you all a simple task and you both didt carry it out properly."

　　"Am very sorry sir, it won't repeat itself again." They pleaded.

　　"Imran."

　　"Yes sir." One of the men answered.

　　"I want you to get me all and everything I need to know about Zafira's cousin, Ira. Is that clear?" He ordered.

　　"Yes sir." Imran replied.

　　"Sabir."

　　"Yes sir."

　　"I want you to continue following Zafira where she goes and ensure her safety, am I clear?" He ordered.

　　"Yes sir." Sabir replied with his deep husky voice.

　　"You are dismissed." He said to Sabir and Imran with the wave of his hand and they left.