Chapter Five

After almost 10 hours the plane was about to land and at the same time, Myra and Kia also woke up from their sleep.

They came out of the Room after getting freshened up. the plane landed at the private Airport owned by Singhania.

Both Myra and Kia came out of the plane and were greeted by the handsome man spreading his arms to welcome his princess.

When Myra saw the person she runs towards him and clasped him in his arms and started to cry.

"Hey, princess, why are you crying, are you not happy to see your Bhai after almost 1 year," Aahil said while broking the hug and making her look at him.

"I missed you Aahil Bhai," Myra said with a crying face.

Aahil was also having tears in his eyes, he wiped her tears and nodded his head in no.

"Do not cry princess, I will not send you far again, we will stay together from now on," He said and hugged her again.

'Cough' 'Cough'

they both heard a coughing voice and that was when they notice that there was someone else also standing.

They both turned towards Kia who was standing at the spot silently and seeing the brother-sister meeting.

"Hey Aahil," She said.

"Hey Kia," Aahil replied.

"Come let's go home everyone is eagerly waiting for you and ( turning towards Kia ) you are also coming with us," Aahil said and they both nodded to him.

They made their way towards his car, The bodyguards open the car door for them, Aahil set on the passenger seat and Myra and Kia set in the back seat.

Soon their car runs towards the Singhania Mansion followed by 4 more cars in which they were guarded by the bodyguards.

Their car was in the middle of the 4 cars.

Soon they reached the Singhania Mansion. She looked at the mansion and her eyes went wet seeing the mansion after two years, she was feeling home, yes it was her home which she was missing for the last 2 years.

The security guards open the main door of the mansion and their car went inside.

The car stopped at the front gate, guards open the car door of the passenger seat and the back seat.

Aahil stepped out of the car, Myra and Kia also came out of the car to see that the whole family was waiting for her at the door.

She was having tears in her eyes after seeing her family after so many days.

Aahil guided her to enter but her Badi Maa stopped her from entering inside. A maid gave her Pooja Thal, she took it from her and started to do Arti of Myra.

Once she was done with the Arti she gave that back to the maid and spread her arms to Myra and she did not take a single second to clasp in her arms and started to cry.

They both started to cry while others also had tears in their eyes.

"We are also here Jaan," Mradula said.

"Choti Maa, I missed you so much," She said and hugged her tightly.

"My baby, I also missed you," Choti Maa said and caressed her back.

"You didn't miss us," Her brothers said with a pout on their faces.

"Bhais how can I not miss my brothers," She said and run towards them and they all hugged her, they all had tears in their eyes.

And why not their happiness comes back in their life after a long time.

"Okay now stop your crying session and let's get inside," Aahil said breaking their crying episode.

"Guys I am also here but no one is interested to welcome me, it's okay I am going now, no one loves me here," Kia said with a pout and turn to leave.

"Oho Drama Queen, come here," Sharda said spreading her arms indicating her to come and Kia run towards her and hugged her tightly, and then Mradula.

"You are always like Myra to us and how can we forget you," Mradula said

"I know after all I never give anyone a chance to forget me, I mean who can forget such a sweet girl like me," She said dramatically to which everyone shook their head in disbelief, she was always like that, they treated her like their own family member and she treated them the same.

"You will never change, full of yourself," Vihaan said rolling his eyes.

"So did I said anything wrong, tell me, ( glare at Vihaan and turn towards Badi Maa ) Badi maa you tell me, am I not a sweet girl," She asked with a pout.

"No, you are very sweet," Badi Maa said and Kia showed her tongue to Vihaan to which he just rolled his eyes and also showed his tongue to Kia.

"Where is Bade Papa, Chote Papa, and Dadu?" Myra asked searching for them.

"Dadu went to our village for urgent work and will come after 2- 3 days and Papa and Chahu went on a business trip and will come next week," Aahil replied to her question which made her a little sad.

"Do not be sad Angel, they will come soon," Yash said seeing her sad face.

"Let go, you must be hungry," Ayan said and they all made their way towards the dining hall.

They took their place at the dining table. Myra was sitting between her Badi Maa and Choti Maa.

Kia was sitting beside Aahil. dishes were already placed on the dining table and all were Myra's favorite.

She took a morsel of Paneer curry.

"Yash Bhai you prepared this right?" She asked.

"Who else, I know you liked my food so I and Mom prepared all the dishes for you but how did you know that the Paneer curry was prepared by me?" He was so happy that his Angel could recognize his food's taste.

"How can I not know the taste of the food which was prepared by you, you are the best cook Bhai and my favorite," She said and Yash was very happy to know that.

They had their food with lots of chitchats and jokes.

"Kia you stay here tonight," Myra said.

"No I will leave for home, Mom Dad will be waiting for me," Kia denied.

"It's already late, stay here tonight, I have already talked to your parents," Aahil said to which she nodded.

There was something between Aahil and Kia, Kia loved Aahil from childhood but she never got any green signal from his side so she never confessed her feeling to him and she was also afraid about the difference in their family status.

Aahil was from a rich family and on the other side she was from a middle-class family, It was enough for her that Myra was her friend and treats her like a sister and her family also treat her like a family member but she could not be selfish to asked love from Aahil, she was satisfied with her one-sided love.

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