Meet Layla...

I rose from the fire, exhaled smoke and inhaled poison. - Senora of Lorenzo Cortez.

She was a forest consisting of many wild fauna, creatures and beasts in her. Born in a multicultural and multiracial class family she had a golden life, silver spoon and diamonds studded all over her. Who was she?

Walking down the memory lane.

"80’s young maiden’s patriarch and French businessmen, when they crossed paths during the broad daylight it commenced with business conversations, strategy laid for profits, sponduclicks. In the middle of chaos, self-effacing and meek eyes from behind the curtains in the hallway met a firm and calculative green pair of eyes. Days passed in small talks of formality and modest smiles. However, at the end of the business, a 'need of best pair' seed sprouted in the heart of the Muslim patriarch. As his health collapsed, he placed his wish to marry off his only maiden to the French businessman, Clement Sinclair. A ‘convinced marriage’ between Faheeda Begam and Clement Sinclair."

They were known as an ‘unprecedented couple’ and gave birth to a baby girl, Layla Fayette Faheeda Sinclair.

Layla pens in her dairy….

“I was my father's ‘apple of my eyes’ girl ; he wished to bring the best out of me and hence bought me the excellence of every form in my life. My mother was a silent matriarch yet smart as a whip. Papa’s marriage was arranged with Ammi (Mother) by my Nana (Grandfather). Ammi was served like a queen here as she mentioned once that Papa is her fortune and also her curse. She was titled with the responsibility to supervise the mansion and the workers. Furthermore, Ammi started her own crochet class as she wished to utilize her free time for her profits. Through thick and thin Ammi always had showered me with care yet her strictness never faded. On the other page, Papa's business didn't stop him from spoiling me.” The dairy was closed and 16 year old Layla ascended the staircase to find her parents waiting for her to have dinner.

Layla had demanded a few more things to have the liberty of her age. Here's how her parents reacted to her social life that's filled with the club's late night spark and endless birthday party invites.

That's it, Faheeda slammed her right palm on the dining table, spilling out her frustration that came as a result of Clement's nature towards his daughter.

“Put an end to her fascination as a father, Clement!” Faheeda fumed up with anger.

Faheeda has noticed Clement's flying blind gestures, easily giving in for Layla in the past many years. Parenting doesn't work that way!

“She is our only daughter, Fahe! Don't stop her! She is naive yet to be known to this world.” Clement rants holding onto his faith in Layla.

At this blooming age how would Layla have her mother's back whose intention is to stand guard her? Ultimately she stood by her father's affection which actually tasted much better than her mother's bitterness but better for future predicaments.