BORNO EMIRATE COUNCIL.

Slipping her hands through the light gown she insisted on wearing, Suhayr kept her scowl intact because that tartar ruined her day and nothing could bring a smile to her face if not a ticket to Mauritius. The fact that he had the audacity to threaten her is what has her blood boiling to the point of no return. All she wanted to do is insult him, embarrass his life but for the sake of her Majesty, she won't do that. One thing she knows is, she will make him pay for those three mistakes of his.

First, he awoke her when she didn't want to wake up and that is a deadly crime in her eyes of law then he again woke her up last night just because his male ego don't want to take the fact that she hit him for sleeping on her side of the bed, he had to take revenge like a little boy. And today, he threaten Suhayr Imraan Khalid? He dared say those useless words to her thinking it will make her shrink and submit to him? Does he know what he is getting himself into? Messing with her early in the morning that she didn't get to enjoy her breakfast?

She will make him pay and that too, dearly!

Nude mauve textured maxi dress featuring a waist belt, subtle textured finishing, pleated waist, scoop neckline and regular long sleeves. This is a dress she drew herself and have her mother make it for her, it is the first dress she ever bothered to continue drawing while the others get discarded halfway through so her mother was really proud of the achievement and have it made immediately. Suhayr has soft corner for that dress, she smiled looking at the mirror.

Finally she gets to explore the walk in closet that has more of her clothes than her husband's and she likes it that way. The new clothes they gave her in those boxes, the ones she brought with her are all arrange. One look at them and you'd know the designer one she was given and the old sleaze ones she brought from home, it is that obvious. It didn't make her shrink though, she feels proud that she at least brought some things with her.

There are many rows of shoes lining the modern looking shoe rack that has the theme of latte and white, it's beautiful. There are tiers of jewelries that are in display like some jewelry shop, be it designer or real gold, they are there. She can't help feeling that they are exaggerating this tradition of theirs giving her too much clothes. How is she to lack this clothes to leave when the time comes? Except if she has her private jet then, wishes! She will pack everything she wants, even her favorite pillow in Sa'eed's room.

She suspire, then took nude pink veil she can't remember buying so it means it is given to her by her in-laws, she tied it around her head in Indonesian style. Since her hair is still braided, she looks somehow with it, she changed it to Turkish which looks good on her. She slip her feet into a nude pink loafers she also can't remember buying not that she cared at the moment, she doesn't. The clothes is meant for her not any other person, she should wear it and show her appreciation.

"Can you please wear this? As soon as the sisters of the groom leave, you can remove it. They are the only ones coming as per the tradition." Tasneem cajoled, holding another lapaya coloured oyster, it is so pretty but Suhayr still felt somehow.

"Are they here yet or what?" She took the lapaya angrily as though she can tie it herself, she can't do that to save humanity.

"They will be here any minute." Tasneem took the lapaya from her hand and started helping her wear it in those rounds like she is some chocolate getting wrapped with a wrapper.

"They better be here before we finish this." She grumbled underneath her breath but Tasneem didn't say a thing and instead concentrate to tying her around.

As soon as they finished, they left the room after adding some nude matte to her lips and winging her kohl in cat eyes. She took a deep breath knowing she will need each and every self reserving energy to take care of a place filled with young women. The envious eyes, snaky reactions, serpent like turns will all take place and she don't want to start creating problems just a day after their so called marriage. She will give them time to adjust to her then strike anyone that latches at her.

Oh, the joy of putting some royal ass princess in her place is really inviting and the truth is, she can't fucking wait for the time she does that. She hopes she will be able to do it in front of Sa'eed so he would know that she can do anything if he ever double cross her. If that Bisma girl is there, she will probably glare at her from miles away for shutting her off like she did the day before, she cares not. Many of them will try, she is all ready for them and is already filled with rage their brother induced in her.

She held her head up high as soon as they made it to the living room and she heard the commotion going on, she will show them just who their brother got married to. She stretched a model like smile that spells 'I mean business and nothing more' to stop any unnecessary drama. Not that that will stop them, she has been to highschool to know that they don't get the message of a smile but fists on their noses.

If only she is back in highschool, teaching more brats some lessons.

"Chin up and don't be so sarcastic, also keep your yob side in you please." Tasneem tried sounding sarcastic but you can hear the underneath tone of beseech. She knows enough about her friend and what she would do in many situations, mostly, these ones.

"Whatever, as long as they don't sound like bunch of bitches, we will get along well." She shrugged her eyes shifting to the couches where nine girls of different ages but no lower than fifteen are sitting on, chatting away heartily not all though.

"She is here!" One of them beamed, standing up abruptly notifying the others in not so good way, they were surprised and some placed their hands on their chest to calm their raging heartbeat.

"Hello, good afternoon." She smiled at them and sat down on a stool Tasneem brought for her, right in front of them.

"Hey, you are beautiful!" The same girl that announced her presence exclaimed with more enthusiasm in her voice, she looks young.

"Why, thank you and you are pretty." Suhayr brought her charming side that gets everyone to like her except the envious ones she can't help, jealousy has no cure.

"Let me introduce them all to you. This is Bisma," she pointed to a chubby looking girl that sat quietly not joining the conversation but rather only stare keenly at them like she was interested. Bisma waved at her, her almost large mouth yawing to a smile, she looks to be older than them all, maybe twenty three.

"And this one here is, Fareeda and Amal, sisters." She pointed to two other girls that look slightly alike only that one has dark skin while the other has a fair one, they also smiles and waved seemingly too interested in the gist. They look to be around late teens, the older one being Fareeda who is twenty then Amal who is seventeen.

"I am Khairat, that one there is Zaitun, my older sister." She pointed to fair woman that looks around twenty one or more, she wasn't interested in what they are saying so she didn't even hear when she got introduced.

"There is Juwairiyah, Ya Sa'eed's younger sister." She pointed to the one that looks like she wants to be anywhere but there.

"Wow, I hope I remember your names all since it's too much to take in." She let out a short laugh to fill in the awkwardness that enveloped the air then said, "I'm Suhayr, nice meeting you all." She grinned widely at them by the end.

"Likewise." It echoed in the air by everyone of them then they move forward each with gift packs.

"Today is dibdu, the day we welcome our sister in-law to our home and shower her with gifts. We are the kususu, groom's sisters." It was the Zaitun who talked which astonished Suhayr because she thought she wasn't even listening to anything. Oh, well, she is ready for the surprises.

"Oh wow! I hope this is the last tradition." She said in an exaggerated tone earning a chuckle from a few of them while the others are only stern, wanting to leave.

The family drama has already begun, she don't like big families!

"Yes, this is the last one then honeymoon." Zaitun commented wiggling her brows around jokingly earning a bashful look from Suhayr, she needs to keep appearance. She don't want to have her Majesty breathing on her neck, she likes the woman.

"I would love to join this honeymoon." Tasneem chirped in, settling on the stool she brought for herself close to Suhayr.

"Nah, it is meant only for couple but if you want to go, get married ASAP." Zaitun kept talking heartily with Tasneem and the other girls but Juwairiyah and Fareeda only hauntingly give her glares but she didn't show any acknowledgement, she knows that hurts.

"Okay it's all done now, you can leave my home." She said referring to Juwairiyah and Fareeda who are sitting close together, maybe gossiping in their phones as they can't say it to her face. Such weak pussies are not her mate even though they look older than her.

Some of the girls gasp, thinking she was talking to them but then they stare straight to her line of vision only to roll their eyes, it seems like no one likes those girls. It makes her feel more powerful at the thought so with her eyes set on a glare, she stood up looking high and mighty but they match her glare instead making her raise her brow in mockery. Now they've got the wings to glare at her after secretly insulting her?

They wouldn't have had the guts to stand up to her had it been she didn't declare the war first, feeble pussies.

"It's not like we want to be here either. Low class woman with low standards are not who we exactly like associating with." The Juwairiyah woman who is Sa'eed's sister bellowed wrathfully while trying to square her up.

She could see the way they look alike meaning that she is not hideous too but clearly not as fine as her douche husband. They share the same nose and eyes but that is all they share then maybe the blood filled with craziness. They are all fiends, no doubt about that. To think the lady standing there trying to fight with her seems to be older than her with three years, that doesn't sit well with her. Like she is lowering herself to older people, she likes her mate more, the energy that pump with the knowledge.

"Go tell that to your brother, he got married to this low standard. Ask him what he sees in me that he didn't see in you to marry instead." She smirked when her sister in-law's face fell and pure rage took over, she will provably act stupid.

Suhayr heard some of the girls snickering while wording out 'bursted' or 'touchéd' making her grin at herself, she knows just how to put them in their place. This is something Suhayr encountered everyday back in highschool with those wannabe bitches, she won't have problem with comebacks though her opponent is struggling with one.

"Who knows, he just pitied you since I know my brother doesn't set for things too low. But, I will make sure you are thrown back where he gets you from! You are going back to pits of poverty, bitch." Juwairiyah threatened and there is nothing Suhayr hates like a threat so she moved forward to stand right in front of her, angry that Juwairiyah is slightly taller than her.

"I like accepting challenges but from zealous people, not apathetic ones with horrible comebacks. You are not my mate." Suhayr use her right hand to brush away the invisible dirt from Juwairiyah's designer Ankara.

"Yo-you bitch!" Juwairiyah was about to lurched at her in anger when a loud voice thundered into the room stopping her dead in her tracks.

"I dare you to take that leap." An unfamiliar voice came from the front door halting Juwairiyah, her hands hanging mid air while she stared at the intruder.

No doubt, the woman loves this man who just entered but the guy looks like he really hates her with everything in him. The man is handsome, tall but dark skinned unlike her husband and he doesn't look anything like him too. He has this aura of royalty around him too like her husband, looks to be around the same age as him too. They have too many handsome men that it makes her want to cry in a corner, too good.

"What are you doing here, Ya Man?" It was Bisma who asked with a beam while leaping forward to hug him tightly to which he returned sharing equal enthusiasm. She don't look like the shy Bisma minutes ago.

"Just hours ago and thought to go see you only to be told that you are here with our new sister in-law." His last sentence earn Suhayr a glance with that emotion she always sees in men's eyes, admiration that praise her beauty.

"And who are you?" She took few steps away from stilled Juwairiyah to face him, etching that model like smile yet again.

"I'm Sa'eed's cousin and Bisma's older brother, Sulaiman. Nice to meet you." He introduced still lazying his arm around his younger sister whose mood changed entirely.

"Oh, likewise. Why did you stop our wrestler here? I would've just shown her she is messing with someone who has black belt in taekwondo and krav maga." She shrugged when his eyes widen slightly at that, gets that a lot too.

"Well, remind me to always stop them before they make the mistake of messing with you. We don't want to attend funeral right after a wedding took place." He joked, moving forward to show his dark washed out jeans that clad his muscled long legs and the button up short sleeves he is wearing.

"Yeah, they won't always be that lucky though." She glanced at Juwairiyah to find her glaring at them both then took her designer bag and made her way to the door without any word.

"Hmm, not always." And they chatted the whole afternoon where she found out that he is a neurosurgeon.

The family drama just began.