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she poured him a drink. They all carried on eating and discussing the wedding. Mrs. Botros asked a few more questions about Sara. She wanted to know her a little bit more. Amir jumped in the conversation a few times, when he was not speaking to Leylah.
     
    When Mrs. Botros left after dinner, Sara sighed with relief. It wasn’t as bad as she expected. Tariq went to Amir to take Leylah from him.
     
    “I'll put her to bed,” Tariq said. Sara laughed and shook her head.
     
    “You were hogging the baby,” Sara told Amir, “and he's jealous,” Sara stroked Leylah's soft cheeks.
     
    “He's possessive,” Amir said.
     
    “Yes, he is.” Sara kissed Leylah. Tariq narrowed his eyes.
     
    “I wonder, how exactly did he propose?”
     
    “Oh, God,” Tariq breathed. He did not like being the centre of this conversation. Any of their conversations actually. Amir and Sara always formed an alliance when they were together and he was their target. He could not win or defend himself against those two. Sara smiled before she answered Amir. Tariq's proposal was an awkward one. He was tongue-tied and all nervous. He was like a teenage boy asking a girl out for the first time.
     
    “This is a story you want to hear,” Sara said with a grin.
     
    “Whatever,” Tariq replied as he walked off with Leylah. He did not want to hear the rest of the conversation.
     
    “Scabs!!!” voices suddenly called out. Sara turned to see her brothers. Her eldest brother, Jason, came striding towards her and picked her up. Amir and Tariq stood there looking at each other. Her other brothers, James and John, also came over to hug her. James pinched her cheeks.
     
    “Scabby is all grown and has a baby,” James said. Sara slapped his hand away.
     
    “I want to see my niece,” Jason said with excitement.
     
    “Slow down guys,” Sara said. She turned around and gestured for Tariq to come closer. “This is Tariq, my fiancé, and his brother, Amir,” Sara added.
     
    “I'm more of her best friend really,” Amir said. Sara smiled at Amir and rubbed her face on his shoulder. He rubbed her head. He was overprotective of her in his own way. He always marked his territory, just like his brother.
     
    “These are my brothers,” Sara said still leaning on Amir. Sara's brothers shook Tariq’s and Amir's hands. Sara kissed Leylah on the cheek. Leylah laughed in response.
     
    “This is Leylah,” Sara said. Her brothers leaned in to Leylah's face. They all smiled at her.
     
    “She's so cute,” John said.
     
    “I know,” Jason said and stroked her chin.
     
    “Congratulations, both of you,” James said.
     
    “Thank you,” Tariq said. Sara's mother came into the room to get Sara and Leylah. She wanted to put her granddaughter to bed before taking her sons to their hotel. Tariq invited Sara's brothers to join him for a drink.
     
    Sara's brothers were curious about Tariq as they analysed him over their drinks. They wanted to know if he was good enough for their little sister. Sara joined Tariq and held his hand. Tariq kept his face expressionless. He was not quite sure how to speak to her brothers or what to say. He was never the social type. He didn't really talk to people, or like people for that matter. This time he had to make some kind of effort, they were Sara's brothers and he knew that this was important to her.
     
     
     
     

Chapter 9
     
    Tariq returned the stares he was receiving from Sara's brothers. He did not feel intimidated by them. They were a bit surprised with his calm demeanour. Usually they were able to intimidate someone within a few minutes. However , their efforts were not working with Tariq. Sara looked at them, turning her head back and forth. She was enjoying the showdown. Her brothers always found it easy to intimidate the people around her. But she knew Tariq too well and they were not going to get to him. They would never succeed in intimidating this man; he was too stubborn and arrogant.
     
    “Why do