She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Remind me again how it feels to be yours.”
Laughing, he carried her back to the bed.
38
Dubai
The city was all bright sunlight and shimmering facades. Glass towers rose like polished steel against a golden sun. The city pulsed with energy and vibrance. She now understood why her son had been fascinated by Dubai. The city had a completely different vibe from Singapore. Thinking of which, she quickly texted the head instructor at her college that she wouldn’t be able to attend the remainder of the week and that she’d cover up for it in the following month.
She looked out the window again, her fingers clenching and unclenching. They’d just landed in Dubai, and Mihir had sent his car to fetch them from the airport. She sat in the backseat of the Rolls-Royce, her fingers twisting in her lap, her heartbeat escalating with every minute that passed.
During the flight from Singapore, Aditya had filled her in on her brothers. The rest of the time, she’d read up all the articles she could find online about them. Fourteen years back, they’d been boys on the threshold of starting their lives. But now, they were regarded as the most powerful men on the planet, not tomention dangerous. Life had hardened them in ways she’d never imagined, and now she was going to meet them.
The Rolls-Royce passed through a towering gate, and moments later, a sprawling mansion came into view, with three wings jutting out of it. The car halted in front of the porch, and Aditya stepped outside first. She hesitated. What if they were strangers to her now?
She exhaled, gathering the courage to go outside and meet them.
Aditya leaned back inside, studying her. “Hey, there’s no need to be nervous. It will all be fine, trust me. I’ve requested Rajiv and Sheena to also be here to avoid any awkwardness.”
She gulped.
“Take my hand, beautiful,” Aditya said. “Come, they’re all waiting for you.”
Taking a deep breath, she put her hand in his and stepped out.
Sabrina paused, her gaze sweeping over the people who had gathered to welcome her. And then she saw them—the three faces she’d been waiting for years to see again. Her brothers. Happiness and pure relief shone on their faces. She’d prayed for this day for years. And now they were here—all three of them—right in front of her. All her hesitation vanished, and before she could think, she was running toward them. Vedant reached her first, pulling her into a fierce embrace even as tears blurred her vision.
“Vedant!” she cried aloud. She shifted back to study the bespectacled man in front of her “I can’t believe I’m actually seeing you… touching you.”
Vedant drew her into a hug again, his eyes wet. “You’re here. You’re safe. We’re always going to keep you safe. You have nothing to worry about anymore.”
Armaan came to her next, his eyes alight with that familiar glint of mischief she’d longed to see again.
“Hi…” he whispered. “You look all grown up, little sister.”
She chuckled. “But your naughty smile is still the same. I’ve missed you so much.”
Armaan held her close for a long moment, and then she went to Mihir. She threw herself at his chest, hugging him hard. She was alive and well, thanks to him.
“Thank you,” Sabrina said. Tears dripped down her cheeks. “That knife you gave me saved my life more than once. You taught me to defend myself, and because of that, I lived a good life.”
“Hey…” Mihir kissed the top of her head. “You’re my sister. I’d do anything for you. All of us would do anything for you.”
“You look even better than before.” She touched the scar that ran down on one side of his face. “How did this happen? I’ve been thinking about it ever since I saw your pictures in the magazine. It must’ve hurt, didn’t it?”
“It’s a long story, sister,” Mihir said.
“And I can’t wait to hear it,” she said, pulling him in for a hug again.
Then she held her hand out to Armaan and Vedant, wrapping her arms around all three of them at once. Happiness bloomed in her chest. Her circle was finally complete.
“I’m so glad we found each other again,” she said. “I have so much to tell you all.”
“We’d like you to meet some very special women first,” Armaan said with a grin, as he guided her up the steps to a striking woman waiting with a smile on her face. “This is Navya, the love of my life.”
Navya embraced her. “Armaan’s been so worried about you. I’m so glad you’re here now.”
Sabrina returned her smile and then turned as Vedant beckoned her over, his arm around another woman.