"Ha?! You look different today Aisha." He smiled while scratching his mediumly grown beard and tilting his head a bit. Aisha hates that he shares the same appearance as her and also the fact that both of them resemble their father the most.
If only she had some resemblance to her beautiful mother, she wouldn't have hated her face so much. "You are not in those glamourous gowns today and instead in your nightwear. Perhaps Father has come to the right conclusion that you do not deserve any luxury."
'The same brown eyes and pitch black hair and long at that, he looks so similar to me.'
"I hate you!" Aisha looked aside after clicking on his face.
"How dare you?!" He pulled her wounded arm with much more strength than earlier in anger.
"Ouch!" Aisha said in a sarcastic tone though it didn't hurt one bit because she was ready to be harmed. After all, they all only knew violence.
Aisha grabbed his arm that had been clenching on hers and then looked straight into his dark brown eyes, which were certainly darker than hers, and smiled. "Be careful, now there!" She whispered.
"You might think, Neel, that you are hurting me but just give it a thought do you think this much pain would affect me after all that I have gone through?" He stayed quiet there, still not letting go of her wrist and instead pressing it harder.
"Fine. It seems you like seeing me bleed but it looks like you are forgetting something, aren't you?" Aisha slipped her finger near her wrist to grab some drops of blood dripping from there and then splashed it into his face. "My blood is poisonous."
Aisha's aim was so good that a drop of her blood ended up landing right there on his bottom lip. He immediately shoved Aisha away and briskly started cleaning his lips and face.
"Ha! Do yourself a little favor and get yourself checked by a doctor first." Aisha shoved her hair behind her shoulder and started walking up to her room.
"Now I know what has changed. You are not crying, blood slave."
On hearing what he said, Aisha's feet stopped. She turned to find him still smiling.
"Do not call me that!" Aisha exclaimed, frowning. She was angry and hated it whenever he called her blood slave. Her brother, her blood brother was on their father's side. How could a sibling be so cruel to the younger one?
"And why shouldn't I? Have I said anything wrong?" He folded his arms around his chest.
"No!" Aisha calmed herself down. "But let me tell you this—" She walked towards him. " — if I am a blood slave, you are also nothing in this house, Neel."
Neel laughed. " I am the heir of the Khurana group and you say, I am nothing? "
" You are just a puppet. " Aisha narrowed her eyes, pointing her finger on his chest and he glared at her like an animal who could feast on her anytime.
Nervous, she stepped back a little. After clearing her throat and getting herself back together, she continued, "You will be disposed of once used just like me. "
"Disposed? " He raised one of his eyebrows.
" Yes, like how my importance has decreased now that Father has enough of my blood, I am going to be sold off. " Aisha said in a gentle and low voice, difficult for anyone else to hear but Neel.
" Sold Off! " Neel shouted. Aisha immediately shut his lips using her finger, scared that their father might hear them.
" Careful, now there. You don't want Father to hear that, now, do you? "
" Why? Isn't he the one who told you that? " He slapped Aisha's hand away from his lips, harshly, making her broken bones hurt again.
Ignoring the pain Aisha tilted her head innocently and smiled, "No! " Then turned and started walking forward in the opposite direction again, " I got to know it with the help of my sources. "
" You are going to be in trouble, Neel. " Aisha gracefully turned her waist to get a glimpse of his puzzled face. That face was enough to satisfy her. " Bye! Dear brother. " She waved at him and walked out of there in style. "Hope, to not meet you soon."