...Tiara s POV...

Newyork was a complete entertaining package. I had my aunt i.e. my moms sister and her son and my elder Brother, just one year elder. As soon as I was done with the customs and I came out of the airport I was engulfed into a hug by a massive body. Oops my brother Adrian, I have no idea what did the girls like in my brothers, first Aryan and then Adrian like sure they had looks but brains were the only thing God forgot to give them.

“Aidey, u idiot, leave me I can't breathe”.

"Adrian Asher, you better leave my daughter before i rip you out." My brother had a horror-sticken face because of my aunts threat and I started laughing, as I hugged my aunt. We were all laughing while Adrian drove us to house.

When we reached my aunts house or for now even mine i had the aroma of the best food made by my aunt. As I and my aunt entered my brother was muttering something about being a porter and having to carry all my heavy bags and I did the best thing I am known for, I laughed.

"Ara dear u go freshen up and then come to eat the dinner till then I'll set the table, Adrian go show her the room".

If you did not get it yet "Ara" is what my family calls me.

"Adrian, go show her the room" Adrian repeated in falsetto voice and took my stuff again. Reaching the second floor he opened the door to the right, looking at the room I knew my aunt and brother had worked on it .. It was all white with one wall of dark purple, my favourite colour. I had red back there in my room where I had all my pictures hanging. To make it look same my brother had hung mine and his photo. And i smiled looking at that, he left me in the room saying not to disturb him if i wanted something. After freshing up I changed into pajamas and went down. After dinner i went back up with my brother following me. "Adrian Asher, was a player for sure. He had shit loads of girls behind him. He had looks,money and a heart." Yeahh I loved my brother he was more like a real brother to me like Aryan. We practically shared everything. He thought I did not know he was behind me when we reached my room, (ha  ha  my room since last what 30 mins). I stopped and raised my eyebrow in a way asking my brother what which he failed to understand so finally I had to speak my expression and so I asked i a falsetto voice "How may I help you sir." He smirked and then just hugged me or more tried to kill me he just said "I love you and I am happy to see you moving on" to which i just hugged him back and smiled.

Now this was a warm welcome from New York. I dont think coming here was a bad decision.