Ayzel excitedly guided Ibadat through the grand halls of the Ibrahim Mansion, her enthusiasm bubbling over as she explained every intricate detail.
Ibadat, on the other hand, was in awe.
This wasn't just a mansion-it was a literal palace.
The opulence, the intricacy of the carvings, the chandeliers that dripped elegance, and the regal ambiance left her speechless.
"And this," Ayzel gestured dramatically as they walked through yet another lavish corridor, "is my room!"
Ibadat chuckled at her excitement and stepped inside.
The room was a reflection of Ayzel-bright, lively, and welcoming.
They sat on the plush bed, chatting for a while before Ayzel's eyes gleamed with mischief.
"Come! I want to show you something special."
Curious, Ibadat followed as Ayzel led her towards the west wing of the mansion.
The moment they stepped in, Ibadat felt something different.
Every part of the mansion was huge, but this space-this was special.
It was vast and exuded an aura of exclusivity.
The west wing housed a swimming pool, a grand library, and a study room, all breathtakingly magnificent.
"Yeh library kis ki hai?" Ibadat couldn't help but ask, her fingers tracing the spines of the books lined up on the massive wooden shelves.
("Whose library is this?")
"Yeh Bhaijaan ki hai," Ayzel replied with a grin.
("This belongs to Bhaijaan.")
Ibadat blinked in surprise.
She hadn't expected Aahil to be the reading type. "Sach mein?" she murmured, amused.
("Really?")
Ayzel nodded. "In fact, yeh pura west wing unhi ka hai. Yahan hardly koi aata hai. He loves his privacy."
("In fact, this entire west wing belongs to him. Hardly anyone comes here. He loves his privacy.")
Ibadat nodded in understanding. "Toh tum mujhe yahan kyun laayi ho?"
("So why did you bring me here?")
Ayzel chuckled. "Woh kya hai na, Bhaijaan abhi neeche hain, issliye maine socha tumhe yeh west wing dikha doon. Don't worry, unhe pata nahi chalega."
("The thing is, Bhaijaan is downstairs right now, so I thought I'd show you the west wing. Don't worry, he won't find out.")
Reassured, Ibadat followed Ayzel into Aahil's bedroom.
The moment she stepped inside, she felt the shift in atmosphere.
The room was just like him-dominating and intense.
Shades of grey adorned the walls, and the minimalist yet imposing furniture screamed power.
A king-sized bed stood proudly in the center, a luxurious couch placed nearby.
What caught Ibadat's attention the most, however, was the balcony.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She loved balconies-the way they opened up to the sky, how they allowed her to gaze at the moon for hours, lost in thought.
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