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Aziz, a successful business mogul and a person of interest, gained his success and fortunes after inheriting part of his father’s company along with his sister Sage. Together, they worked diligently to grow the business and elevate their family’s legacy. For the past six years, Aziz has risen to the top of the business world, using his entrepreneurial spirit and strategic mind-set to expand their company’s reach and profitability.
However, along with his achievements, Aziz has also garnered a reputation for his occasional rude behaviour and playboy antics. Some perceive him as someone who works on his own terms, seemingly unaffected by societal norms. Adding to this perception is his penchant for indulging in alcohol, often flirting with the line between casual drinker and a complete drunkard.
Despite these vices, Aziz manages to maintain a delicate balance between his unhealthy lifestyle and his professional responsibilities. He recognizes the importance of maintaining a public image and ensuring the smooth functioning of his company. This means incorporating moments of self-reflection and personal growth into his daily routine.
On an ordinary Monday morning at 8 am, Aziz finds himself waking up in a luxurious bed, his head throbbing with the consequences of a wild night prior. To his surprise, he discovers a lady’s arm wrapped around his chest. With a groggy voice and a deep sense of confusion, he mutters, “What happened?”
The lady beside him, a light-skinned girl with black eyes and vibrant red hair, greets him with a warm smile and asks, “Are you okay, baby?” Aziz, still trying to comprehend the situation, replies with a puzzled expression, “Yeah, I’m fine, person.” He contemplates the implications of using a term of endearment so casually and wonders if his behaviour may come across as pushy and inconsiderate.
Breaking the awkward silence, the girl inquires about using the shower. Aziz informs her that she can use the ensuite bathroom while he opts for the main one. As she covers herself with the morning covers, resembling a makeshift towel, she expresses her hope that her sister didn’t finish all the hot water earlier.
With confusion still lingering, Aziz decides to put the morning encounter aside and proceeds to the main bathroom to freshen up. He splashes cold water on his face, hoping to shake off the remnants of his alcohol-induced haze.
Once presentable, he makes his way to the kitchen but is halted by a tantalizing aroma that wasn’t a regular feature in his spacious mansion. Curiosity piqued, he follows the scent and discovers another girl cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Strikingly similar to the girl from earlier, this one boasts vibrant dark blue hair and a slightly deeper voice.
“Morning, baby. I hope you like scrambled eggs,” she warmly greets Aziz, pulling out a plate. Intrigued yet astounded, Aziz takes a seat at the kitchen counter, still attempting to piece together the events of the past few hours. Attempting to initiate conversation, the girl asks, “So, are we going to talk about last night?”
Aziz, his memory hazy at best, awkwardly chuckles and rubs his chin, replying, “Yeah, it was something else.” Just then, the other girl enters the kitchen, drying her red hair as she joins them. Aziz’s realization hits him like a bolt of lightning - they were twins.
“Oh! Twins,” Aziz utters beneath his breath, inadvertently catching their attention. “What was that?” the blue-haired girl inquires. Caught off guard, Aziz quickly dismisses his mumbled comment, assuring them it was nothing, and promptly focuses on his scrambled eggs. The red-haired girl joins her twin in standing before Aziz, their eyes locked on him as they beam with enthusiasm.
Sensing the weight of their expectant gazes, Aziz can’t help but blurt out, “What?” The blue-haired girl simply responds, “Nothing. We’re just still thinking about last night,” as her red-haired sibling finishes her sentence. Aziz, feeling increasingly pressured by their presence, forces an awkward smile and stuffs a forkful of eggs into his mouth, his mind racing with thoughts of his not-so-sober escapades.
Amid the unusual breakfast encounter, the red-haired girl interrupts the silence and asks Aziz if he’d like some coffee. Startled, he answers with a nonchalant “Sure,” not hiding his annoyance at being addressed as “baby.” As she retrieves the coffee from the cabinet, the other girl chimes in, “Oh yes, and your bed was comfy.”
In that moment, a flashback rushes through Aziz’s mind, recalling snippets of the prior night and how he ended up with the twins. He remembers sitting alone at a sports bar, sipping his drink when the girls approached him. The red-haired sister exclaims excitedly, “Hey! You’re Aziz, that big business guy.” Aziz, feeling a mixture of amusement and curiosity, responds, “I must be if both of you recognize me so easily. And who might you be?” The blue-haired sister playfully replies, “We’re the Fire and Ice sisters,” prompting Aziz to quip, “Is it because of the hair?” The sisters exchange knowing glances and reply, “Something like that.”
Aziz shrugs his shoulders, and before he knows it, the night unfolds into a blur of laughter and shared drinks. The trio, fuelled by gin and a carefree spirit, create moments of unexpected connection. As the evening draws to a close, the blue-haired sister checks the time and insists they return home. In a drunken haze, Aziz suggests they accompany him to his mansion, stating he had a comfortable bed. Nevertheless, both sisters smile, seemingly intrigued by his audacious proposal.
Returning to the present, Aziz smirks with a cocky sense of satisfaction, taking a sip of his coffee. The blue-haired girl interrupts the moment, inquiring about the time and reminding Aziz of his work obligations. Aziz nonchalantly disregards the implications, remarking, “I own the company I work for. I just have to show face.”
The trio soon heads to the spacious garage, with Aziz confidently clutching the keys to one of his sleek and luxurious cars. The sunlight glistens off the polished exterior, revealing his impeccable taste and appreciation for the finer things in life. As they approach the car, Aziz turns to the sisters with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with genuine concern.
“At least let me drop you girls off to wherever you need to be,” he kindly offers, his voice filled with sincerity. However, a sudden shift in his demeanour catches the attention of the blue-haired sister, causing her to furrow her brow in curiosity.
“What’s wrong?” she inquires, her concern matching Aziz’s earlier display. Raising an eyebrow, Aziz shakes his head slightly, a mix of vulnerability and determination evident on his face.
“Yeah, I’m still feeling a bit too hungover to drive so early in the morning,” he confesses, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. He then turns to the sisters, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and poses an unexpected question.
“Can either one of you drive stick?” he asks, his gaze shifting between the sisters. A mischievous grin spreads across their faces as they exchange knowing glances, fully aware of their shared secret.
In an almost synchronized fashion, both sisters smile at each other, their eyes dancing with amusement and excitement. It is the red-haired sister who decides to step forward, her hand confidently rising into the air.
Without hesitation, Aziz tosses the shiny keys in her direction, the metal blades glinting in the sunlight. “You can drive us all to your place,” he suggests, a hint of mischief in his voice, “while I gladly sleep off my hangover in the backseat.” Pausing for a moment, he adds, “Then, once I am fully recovered, I’ll take the wheel and drive myself to work.”
As the trio settles into the comfortable leather seats of the luxurious car, they exchange a few light-hearted laughs, eagerly anticipating the journey ahead. With the engine purring to life, they set off on their adventurous drive, guided by the red-haired sister’s steady hand and the shared camaraderie that bonds them together.
With the wind in their hair and a sense of freedom in their hearts, the trio embarks on a memorable and perhaps even transformative experience, their laughter and conversation echoing in the confines of the powerful, yet elegant, machine that carries them forward.
