The Rare Diamond

Chapter 4

"Aisha?" Nashwa called out. "What?" Aisha spat as she applied her lipstick. "What did you tell my family about me?" Nashwa asked. Aisha smirked and rolled her eyes. "I told them nothing" She said in a bored way. Nashwa got angry and grabbed Aisha turning her towards herself. "Don't lie to me. You said something that's why they are all hating on me" Aisha rolled her eyes and swatted her arm in disgust. "Listen b***h I don't know what you are talking about but because of you Layla was found dead" She hissed. Nashwa looked at her shock.

Aisha saw Kemal hiding behind the door listening to their conversation so she started to act. "Because of you she died. You left us, you ran away like a coward" Aisha faked a cry. Nashwa teared up in confusion. "What are you talking about. I went to get some wat-" She was cut off when Kemal stormed into the room. 

"STOP LYING YOU PATHEIC FILTH OF A SISTER" He shouted making Nashwa flinch. Before the incident she had never seen her brothers so angry and ruthless, especially Kemal. "I-I am not lying Kemal, you are my brother, please just-" She was cut off with a slap making her lip bleed. "You are not my sister, I am not your f*****g brother. You are our slave, w***e. Aisha proved herself as a better sister than you will ever be. She respects her family, she doesn't go around seducing men you slut. You are a disgrace to our family" he sneered in disgust.  "I wish you died instead of my sweet sister" He said in anger.

Hurt was shown over Nashwa's face. His words were sharp as a razor that shattered her heart to pieces. "Y-you believe her over me?" She asked with wide eyes. "Yes" He said straight away. Aisha smirked looking at the scene. Finally everything is hers now all hers. 

Nashwa looked at her brother that she loves so much in pain and hurt. She felt betrayed and used. Without saying anything she left the room and locked herself sliding down against the door as she sobbed. 

Nashwa aged 18

"Mom, Dad I got a great offer from Omar Hadi" Zayn said with a smirk. "Omar Hadi?, the mafia leader?" His mom said with wide eyes. "Yes, the one and only mafia leader. He accepted my offer to join our businesses and is offering us 5 million" He said with pride. Aisha quickly looked up at Zayn who she was secretly crushing on as her eyes lit up on the words '5 Millions'. Everyone knew who Omar Hadi was. He was a handsome womanizer, feared by many. He was ruthless and cunning and was the wealthiest man in the city. Aisha always dreamed of meeting him, she always dreamed of bathing in his gold and money. She snapped out of her thoughts when Zayn said "But he has a condition, he wants to get married to one of the girls" He said making Aisha smile widely. 

"Then just get that slut married to him. Everyone knows he is a manwhore. Aisha doesn't deserve to be with a man like him, so just sell that b***h" His mother spat. Aisha glared at her aunty for ruining her plans to be rich. She didn't care if he was a manwhore or not, she just wanted him for his money and his body. She wanted to be the queen of the city, the richest woman in Pakistan. 

"Hmm, you are right. Tell him we accept his proposal" Zayn's father said. Aisha was burning with jealousy. 'Now that b***h gets to become rich' She thought mentally. She then smirked as she looked at Zayn with lust. 'If he is getting 5 million then that can become mine if I trap him and make him mine' She thought evilly. 

Nashwa cried as she was forced to dress up as a bride. She always dreamt of getting married to someone she loved, her prince charming but is getting sold by her family to a man she doesn't even know. She cried with pain and hurt. How could her family do this?. She begged her mother falling to the ground holding her feet as she cried to not get her married off but her mother kicked her away ignoring her cries and pleads. "Stop crying, you're ruining the makeup and be thankful you are getting married to a hot rich guy" The makeup artist said in disgust and jealousy. 

"Q-qubool hai, Qubool hai, Qub-bool hai (I do, I do, I do)" She said sadly trying to control her tears. "Finally we are getting rid of this b***h" Her father said in a cold tone making Nashwa flinch. She hasn't seen her husband's face yet as she sat in the car. "Stop crying" Her husband said in anger as her cries were making him frustrated. 

The car stopped and Nashwa saw the mansion ahead of her. It was beautiful and bigger than her house but it looked dark and empty giving her the chills. She saw her husband getting out of the car so she got out and followed him. Once she entered, she saw how empty the house was. Her husband stopped and turned towards her. Nashwa's eyes widened when she saw her husband's face. He was a tall and handsome man with jet black hair and a small beard. He had dark chocolate brown eyes and a firm jaw line. 

"This is my room and I hate sharing my bed, so get your s**t and sleep on the floor" He spat and entered the washroom. Nashwa flinched as tears filled her eyes. She missed her family, she missed her mother's love and her dad's care for her. She missed her protective brothers who would tease her. She missed Layla. She sobbed when thinking about her deceased twin. She laid on the floor hugging her body, shaking in coldness as darkness took over her.