PROLOGUE

Aaliya Siddique: Definition of strong willed, Confident, Sharp minded businesswoman. Who has quite immediately made her own name in corporate world with her sharp mind, intelligence and some credit can also be given to her family reputation as she belongs to The Popular Siddique Family, big name in corporate world.

But she has worked hard for her own fashion brand which has made its place in people's heart in no time due to affordable prices and uniqueness.

Arslan Siddique : He is a prince of modern era, with name, fame and Greek god like handsome features. He decided not to join his family's legacy and went to abroad and started his own chain of hotels across the world, started his construction company and several other businesses on his own.

Aaban Siddique : He has followed his father's path and started working in family business, which made him reach the top in no time, he is confident, handsome features with brown hairs and Striking blue eyes, he has been made CEO of Textile business.

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Yes so, after all how can you know about love? Leave about love You didn't even respect about your promises!" She scoffed at him, he felt hurt on her statement but then his hurt turned in to rage.

"You don't know anything so I would suggest you to keep silence on the topics which you doesn't have knowledge about!" He said in rage closing his eyes as well as fists to control saying anything further.

Her mobile rang flashing Aaban's name on the screen which made him scoff at her.

"Go, I think he might need you. Why don't you provide him comfort through your words and hugs?" He felt bitter saying those words but that is what it is.

"Are you out of your mind?" She yelled at him in anger not taking his non sense talk anymore.

"Oh, did I say something wrong? But then again it's fact right. As I have always seen you close to him on the other side it feels as if my touch burns you!" He too shouted at her, his insecurities and jealousy were talking on behalf of him.

"It's because he is Permissible for me!" she said in comparatively small voice looking at him with hurt expressions.

His eyes snapped at her with disbelief, does that mean...

"You two got married?" He whispered in small broken voice trying to gulp the big lump formed in his throat as well as to keep his tears at bay.

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Three cousins, unbreakable bond but something happened which made one of them to break apart. What was that? Continue reading to know.

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CHAPTER 1 - Siddique empire!

She woke up due to buzzing sound of her alarm, her eyes immediately opened as the sound registered in her brain sending reflexes to open her eyes. She woke up and checked time it showed 5:31 a.m.

She got up from the bed after stretching her body like a lazy cat, went in to her en-suite bathroom to freshen up. She came out prayed her morning prayer and sat on prayer mat for sometime. She got up from her prayer mat and got her water bottle from bed side table After getting ready in her gym wear.

She started walking in directions of their gym, which was only used by four persons. She, Aaban, Ayaan her elder brother and Arslan when he is home.

She went and as usual gym was empty. She started doing her workout.

Hamid Siddique and Aamena Siddique have three sons.

Eldest is Rehmaan Siddique and his wife is Samina Rehmaan Siddique.

Second Son Rashid Siddique and his wife is Daniya Rashid Siddique.

Youngest son Aamir Siddique and his wife is Faeza Aamir Siddique.

Young generation of Siddique's are:

Razia Rehmaan Siddique is married to Omar Mirza.

Arslan Rehmaan Siddique.

Ayaan Rashid Siddique married to Sadiya Sheikh.

Aaliya Rashid Siddique.

Aaban Aamir Siddique.

Hamid Siddique got married to a Kashmiri woman named Aamena and took over his father's small startup and took it to great heights due to his wife's constant love and support.

His son's then took over his father's business and also started their small start ups according to their likings and then linked all their business in one and created the name 'Siddique Empire'.

Siddique Empire from then is grand name in corporate world and they consist of all different branches in all fields. Siddique Textiles, Siddique Factories, Siddique Constructions, Siddique Interiors, Siddique Brokers, Siddique Enterprise, Etc.

Their young generation came and took up their legacy and continued it except two.

Arslan and Aaliya decided to do something different, so Arslan went abroad and started his chain of hotels and other businesses.

While Aaliya has completed her Fashion Designing and Business Studies simultaneously. Now she is owner of her fashion brand and soon to be exploring construction business and some other also.

Razia Rehmaan is eldest in new generation and Aaliya Rashid is youngest in all.

Siddique's treat their daughter's equal as son's would be understatement as they cherished them more in comparison to Sons.

After Razia there is Ayaan Rashid.

Then Arslan, Aaban and Aaliya all have 2 years gap in between them.

Aaliya completed her regular workout and went back to her room and took shower and changed in her office attire which consisted a White and blue Kurti and White palazzo pants.

Her brown mid waist length hairs as always in high ponytail, she did a little makeup, applied eyeliner on her doe shaped eyes and she is ready to rock.

Aaliya always wears clothes which is comfortable to her, she feels uncomfortable in clothes which shows off her skin.

She believes comfort is the priority in fashion, which is motto of her fashion brand.

She took her hand bag , put it on her arm and came out of her room.

Siddique's lives in a giant mansion named 'Siddique's Mansion'. They all lives in a joint family as Hamid Siddique do not believe in nuclear one. They all live under one gigantic roof as a big happy family.

They don't have any conflicts between them as they all are allowed to do anything they wants to do.

Siddique's have certain rules that are : They always takes their meals together if they are present in home, They are not allowed to live alone in different apartments or flats.

Aaliya came downstairs and sat on her chair which is beside her Cousin Aaban. They were not that close before two years but situations made them.

Before two years, Aaliya was so close to her other cousin Arslan but then everything changes with time.?

They were having their breakfast with small chit chat here and there.

"When are you leaving for your Conference in Spain?" Aamir asked his son.

"I'll be leaving in today evening." He said while eyeing beside him grey eyed girl.

But Aaliya seems to have forgot him as she didn't even raised her eyes to have look.

"I'll be returning after a week!" He said still eyeing her, but she looked indifferent.

Everyone looked towards both of them and smiled seeing them.

She got up after finishing her food and bid everyone bye. She crosses dining room and was crossing lounge walking towards main door when a hand yanked her back and she collided with a hard chest.

She composed herself and started wriggling out from his hold but he held her closer and looked directly in her eyes.

"I am sorry." He said but she kept wriggling while looking straight in his eyes, her grey eyed resembled to a burning fire as golden specks of grey eyes were prominent. The stare she was bestowing could have bring anyone to their knees but he was also Aaban Siddique, no less stubborn than her.

"I was about to tell you but you were in Fashion event!" He said still keeping her in place.

"It was yesterday night." She said and glared at him. He cupped her face and was about to say something but she pushed him away with her hands on his chest which made him stumble back.

"Now go away before i do something i regret! And never try to manhandle me, consequences will not be as lenient as this." She spat at him and walked away from there wearing her sunglasses.

She sat in her Audi, "Main branch" she said and car zoomed out from the porch while he came running towards porch only to witness vanishing sight of her car longingly.

She got out from her car when driver opened her car door, she walked straight to main entrance of her main branch of office.

Her heels made sound on white marbles as she walked. There was a pin drop silence in office and everyone stood up from their places when she walked through cubicles. She is an example of boss lady.

She went towards her cabin and her assistant rushed towards her.

"Black coffee" she said and entered in her cabin. Her cabin was big with brown and black interior. Her big brown wooden desk was placed in center of the room. One side was brown leather couches settled in L shape and a glass coffee table in front of it.

Another side of wall was covered in book shelves consisting of Fashion magazines, Business Magazines, Important files and Documents.

Behind her desk was her favorite part, a big sized transparent window which gives an outside view of Busy roads of Mumbai and sky Scrapper Buildings. In front wall of her desk contains a large screen of LED, just right to it is a door for entrance of her cabin.

She put her handbag on her desk and turned on her MACBOOK Pro which was settled on the desk. At the same time door opened and reveled a girl looked in her early twenties with a black shoulder length hair spread on her shoulders , took confident strides in front of her desk and plopped on a visitor's chair.

Her Assistant entered in her cabin after a knock and put her black coffee in front of her and Cappuccino in front of a girl sitting on a visitor's chair.

Assistant left her cabin seeing a flick of her finger and rushed outside. She took a deep breath coming outside of her cabin which she was holding from how long even she don't know.

"Tigress is here in sour mood!" She typed and posted it on Company's employees WhatsApp group.

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So here with a first chapter, how do you like Aaliya's Character?

Cousin story but not a cliché one..;

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