Once again, dressed in an off white three piece suit-jacket, I was back to New York, making it my third visit this year along with my brothers.

“This is your third marriage now, Zaviyaar,” Asad sighed, holding his sides while I flashed a vague smile.

He just returned from London and surprisingly left Ruben there.

Apparently after avoiding his family for years, he had decided to join his family business.

“I think you have decided to marry on our behalf too.” Erhan muttered.

I smirked, “Not yours though, Erhan,”

“Not mine? I am standing between a line of death,”

“Whatever. Let me have my happy ending, we will think about...