A/N. THE PICTURE OF THE BROTHERS. DO YOU LIKE THEM? WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE ? DO TELL:)

Zeeniya

"You mean you are not going back...?" I looked up from the plate full of delight a.k.a biryani.

"Yup. I'm gonna finish my residency at St.Clair Hospital." Zayd flashed an honest smile.

"So you are stuck here for the next year or two if you fail." Which earned a chuckle from Dad.

"And don't think you'll have any special treatment being the son of the Head of Neurosurgery."

My Dad was promoted seven years ago. It was his only escape after...Mum's death. The hospital was and still is his second home. Everything fell off after that.

"Hey! Stop zoning out." Adam clicked his finger in front of me.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes at him.

"So Dani, how are college application thing going?"

I could feel the air getting tensed. I looked over at Dani who was toying with his food, wanting to avoid Omar's question.

All five pair of eyes were fixed on Dani, waiting for him to answer.

"Why do you care?" He shrugged with hint of annoyance in his tone.

I clenched my fist in anger. He has no respect left for anyone.

"Dani...." Zayd warned him.

"Don't 'Dani' me, okay? Don't act like you care." He hissed.

"We do care!"Dad shouted, standing from his seat.

"I'm sick of your attitude! God knows what is going to happen to you. You are not focusing on your studies. It's your senior year!" Dad turned red with anger.

"Leave it Dad. Just come with me." I took him by hand and guided him towards his room.

Drinking water cooled him down. He was sitting on his bed, tears were hidden under the glasses. Wrinkles were spread across his face.

"Baba, its late. You must be tired. Sleep."

"Zeen make sure he gets my message. I won't tolerate this kind of behavior in my house." I slightly nodded, switching off the light I went out.

Adam was standing by the door with a small smile playing on his lips.

"Lets go check up on your brothers." And with that we both padded off to Dani's room.

Omar

"Talk to me, Hamdan. Tell me what's bothering you." I perched on the edge of his bed.

His room was probably the most neat room in the house. Bed properly made. Check. No dirty socks, shirts, undergarments scattered around. Check. Not a typical 17 year's old room.

Dani was standing by the window, lost in his own thoughts.

"Why should I share it with you?" He turned around, facing me.

"Because we are family. Don't you see it? Everyone is worried 'about you."

"You call that 'worrying', Omar Bhai (brother).Dad insulted me in front of the whole family. He thinks I'm useless, a shame for him."

"Hey, we are family and no, he didn't insult you, you were wrong, admit it. Listen Dad is worried about you, he wants you to be successful in life. And it's no biggie, okay? Its hard for him too. Mum was his...everything. He trying to play both the parts." Putting a hand on his shoulder I gave him an encouraging smile.

I walked up to him and suddenly his arms we're wrapped around me.

"I miss her." He said inaudibly.

"We all do. But you need to make her proud. And you know how you can do it? By keeping Dad happy and pursuing what she wanted you to."

"Yeah." He detached from me, wiping the traces of tears from his face.

"If you are done with your emotional speech,can we come in?" Zeeniya stood by the door, a smirk plastered on her face.

"She always do that." Dani acussed pointing at Zeen.

"What do you want me to do? Give you 20 pound note? Idiot."

"Right. Zeen you don't have money to buy one of your hijabs and you'll give him 20 pounds. In your dreams." Adam chimed in.

"Really Zeen?" Zayd inquired.

"He is lying. I have loads of hijabs." She said proudly.

"Really? Would you like to share the number?" Dani raised an eyebrow.

"Umm...three." That girl is really weird. Well I don't mind that she isn't all girly girl, she's fun, absolutely amazing. I haven't met a more talented football player than her.

"So how many precious days of mine are you gonna waste?" Zeen was laying widespread on the bed.

"Wow! And I thought you missed me." I pointed at my broken heart. "Anyways, well as soon as my work is finished."

"What work?" Adam questioned.

Adam is adopted. He was the son of Mum's best friend. She died during labour, which caused Adam's dad to become drunk with grief. His father was killed by some drug dealer, when Ad was two months old, or as we know. So Mum took him in and nursed him, so he could easily live with her and Zeen. Mum and Dad love him immensely, they did no difference between any of us, in fact, Ad was more attached to Mum than anyone else. After her death, he rented an apartment near our house, cause he couldn't imagine his life in this house without her.

"Guys I think you need to know something. But don't tell Dad, okay?" His caught everyone's attention.

"Yeah. What happened? Are you dying of cancer? Or you are joining FBI? Tell me you are working with aliens who are going to destroy the Earth and will take us into space?" Zeen asked with a horrified expression on her face.

"No, you idiot." I laughed at her crazy theories.

"Then what..."

"You guys won't freak out, will ya'?" I don't know why I am hesitating.

"We won't, Omar. Spill it." Zayd muttered with annoyance.

Although Zayd was practically my best friend due to one year gap between us, I didn't tell him.

"I think.... I'm getting married."