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Attack on Bae

Umair's POV:

I threw the blanket off my face. Beautiful sunrise as seen from the glass window opposite my bed greeted me and boosted my already excellent mood even further. Mornings have always been my favourite. Morning walks and gym sessions have always been part of my morning routine, which has helped me immensely in maintaining my fitness level and good physique. Today I was going to skip both in order to surprise my baby sister, Aisha, whom I haven’t seen for the last two years.

“Yes.”

I responded to the light knock on the door.

“Sir, should I get your breakfast ready?”

Mattia, my favourite servant who travels everywhere with me, asked the regular question.

“Yes. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

Yawning, I got up, brushed my teeth and showered. I got ready and stepped out of the bathroom.

It was time to complete my personally styled attire but my favourite shoes weren’t there where they were supposed to be.

“WHY AREN’T MY SHOES READY?!” I yelled.

Mattia came running in my room.

“Sorry sir, they must be somewhere here.”

He started shouting orders to other servants.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY SOMEWHERE HERE? DON’T YOU KNOW WHERE I WANT THEM EVERY MORNING?!”

I could see his shaking legs but I was raging at that moment. I don’t like to wait for things and these servants have totally destroyed my perfect mood.

“I am extremely sorry sir. A new servant has been assigned with your duties, she must have messed up.”

A petite woman dressed in a long worn out royal blue kameez and white shalwar came running and took out my shoes from under my bed.

“Sorry sir, I thought you like your shoes next to your bed.” She managed to whisper while shaking uncontrollably.

“GET LOST!”

I put on my Testoni dress shoes, applied perfume and picked up my car keys.

“Don’t prepare lunch.”

I stormed out.

“Won’t you eat breakfast, Sir?”

Without bothering to reply I stormed into the garage.

Wow! Perfect sight. My sweetheart was waiting anxiously there for me.

“Good morning hon. Your sight just boasted my mood a bit, otherwise, these idiots had totally destroyed it.”

The sweet purr of my Audi S5′s engine replied to my morning greeting. I reached NED University, one of the main universities of Pakistan in 30 minutes. I parked my car next to Aisha’s department and entered.

“Now where is this girl?!”

I began searching for a redhead since very few Pakistanis are red-headed. I spotted her a few feet away, busy giggling with her friends. She was looking beautiful as ever, slightly curly red hair, nose resembling a small cute button, high cheekbones just like mine, rosy cheeks, milky fair complexion and beautiful slightly pink lips just like mom were her main features. She was giggling over something with her friends who seemed to be absorbed in her beautiful giggle.

I slowly walked towards her, stood a few steps behind her and dialled her number. Her beautiful voice greeted me.

“Morning brother. What an honour! How may I help you?”

“I must say it was a good effort to make me ashamed but sorry mate you failed.”

“SHUTUP JERK! WHERE ARE YOU? I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER YOUR FILTHY FACE. IT HAS BEEN 2 YEARS. 2 Y-E-A-R-S!”

“Turn around sweet sis.”

She turned around, spotted me, removed her sunglasses to flaunt her prominent hazel eyes and over excitedly hugged me.

“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! WHAT A SURPRISE!”

“Calm down baby sister” I replied with a small smile.

“Come on brother let’s catch up. It’s been too long.”

I looked around me.

“Here?!”

“Obviously not here. Let’s have breakfast at someplace cool”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

As I stepped out a temper boiling scenario greeted me.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING WITH MY CAR?!”

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