Red Diamond

(Only this chapter has been re-edited for the sole purpose of humor. No changes have been made to the facts or author's notes.)

HEY AAALLLLL!

I am back! This time, with a new, better story than the ones I wrote before.

Well, I expected some reviews for the trailer but I received none, my bad, but please don't leave me disappointed this time!

I always imagined Bollywood romance in the story while watching its anime. And here, I present to you my new story with Bollywood romance and Indian drama (oh not the melodramatic one!). Stupid me, I couldn't come up with a better name for the story.

Set in New Delhi, India, this is the story of my OC, Sabrina Kapoor. A typical Punjabi girl, raised in a very close knit family of four, faces the tragedy of her life when her family is snatched away from her in an accident. Join her in her peculiar journey of love, hate, friendship, humor, and revenge, with an Indian twist!

I also thought to give you a description of Sabrina – her looks, likes, dislikes, and more. Here you go:

Name: Sabrina Kapoor
Age: 17
Appearance: Deep brown wavy hair and eyes, fair complexion, 5 feet 7 inches height, slim, a beauty mark above her right eye.
Likes (Basically loves): Dancing, coffee, spicy food, snow, sleeping, Michael Jackson, Shah Rukh Khan (Indian cinema's superstar)
Dislikes: Blood, science, formal and boring gatherings
Nature: Fun-loving, free-spirited, wild and fiery, aims to be a successful choreographer in Bollywood (Indian cinema industry); usually carries a calm and care-free nature; strong and can beat up anyone easily, ONLY if angered to that extent; always full of energy; nature and animal lover... Oh I can never end the description this way!

Let's get on to the story! It will tell you about Sabrina and her family, her life. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Me: Hey, do I own Brothers Conflict?
Me: No you don't, dumb head. Only the OCs.

Chapter 1: The Kapoors

Sabrina's POV

Intro:

So, yes, I'm supposed to begin the story of my life with another beautiful expression like most others do, but nah. My mini-me doesn't agree with me, right? Yeah! And hi, I'm Sabrina, oh, the Sabrina inside Sabrina!

I'm here for the intro, and lemme just do my part here... So well, I'm a vampire in reality, who drinks blood and sleeps in coffins, and who is aiming to establish a vampire society with zombie dogs and cats, and monkeys who drink elephants' blood. I have this background theme of 'Sucker for pain' behind me all the time.

Not funny. Sorry, just joking. I'm Sabrina, a nobody who aims to be a successful choreographer in Bollywood, with zero love life and in search of adventure. But according to my most recent situation, I should say that - Hi, I'm Sabrina, an aspiring dancer, who is now the love interest of her step brothers; and of course, leading a pretty adventurous life.

Wanna know my story? Continue reading the story of my little life. And yeah, before you go...

...Vive la vida mientras todavía puedes...

Yawning, I opened the curtains of my window. The sun shone brighter, the music sounded sweeter, and the world seemed a happier place. The air around me was refreshing – I felt cool even in the infamous summer of Delhi. All because my parents were going to bring my baby brother, Arnav, back from his boarding school tonight.

I was excited; excited enough to bang my head on the wall and laugh like a maniac. I hadn't seen him in months, and it was finally the day of his homecoming, for he wasn't going back there to the boarding school again.

I lazily stretched my arms and leaned on to the ebony window sill, watching nothing but the usual hustle and bustle in the streets of Delhi, the view from my bedroom window.

So, what should you do to make that ten year old happy? Make for him a double cheese pizza for dinner? Or decorate his room with the posters of his favorite heroes and cartoon characters? I thought as I took a shower and dressed up in white t-shirt and denim jeans. You can do all of this Sabrina. I decided to execute both the ideas, and buy him a present as well.

Let's get to work, then!

I entered the kitchen and saw my mother making coffee for my father and her. "One cup for me too." I ordered, and she immediately refused to do that.

"Not for you, my dear. You are restricted from drinking coffee." She declared and I pouted.

"But why? You know I can't live without it, don't you?" I pleaded.

"Back at it again?" My father too, came in the kitchen with a newspaper in one hand, and rubbed his temples with the other, "Another typical day in our house. Sabrina begging for coffee."

"Oh c'mon papa!" I snatched his newspaper and placed it aside. Then I held his hand with both my hands and with puppy eyes, I looked straight into his eyes and said, "Am I not my papa's obedient, pretty little girl?"

Emotional drama always seemed to work on him, but at the last moment - before he could fully melt - mom interrupted, "So my dear 'papa's obedient, pretty little girl', which grade did you get in the last science exam? Didn't you tell him?" Papa had a questioning look on his face.

It's time to vanish, Sabrina. I left his hands and averted my eyes, "Umm... I have to go bring a gift for Arnav..."

Papa was about to say something when his phone rang. He looked at the screen with an unpleased look and muttered, "It's him again." I believed this him by whom my father looked so annoyed must be one of his clients. He dealt with the business of importing and exporting goods, and it was nothing new to see that scowl on his face when some annoying client of his called up. He received hundreds of called every day. If I were in his shoes, I would've smashed my phone on a wall in less than a day.

But he had a few wonderful clients too, like the Japanese lady Miwa Asahina. She was a super creative fashion-designer, whose designs I absolutely loved. The clothes designed by her from her company, The Asahina, reached India through my dad's company. She was a good family friend by now, and often visited our house. She was a friendly, pretty woman, and I could talk about anything with her without hesitating. I once nearly fainted when she asked me about my relationships and crushes - in front of my parents. They had their suspicious gaze on me the whole time. Just to make it all clear – I have never ever been in a relationship and I have no plans to be in one.

Wondering how we could communicate? I mean, she was Japanese and I was an Indian so language differences? My dad knew how to communicate in about eight different languages, and he taught me how to do that. So, I knew how to speak Japanese, and French, German, Spanish, Chinese, and of course, Punjabi, English, and Hindi.

Even Miwa ma'am knew how to speak English, duh.

I sat on my bike and went to bring a gift and the material required to decorate his room.

Well, I did not go with my parents to pick Arnav from his boarding school, since I had a lot of work on my plate.

"It's all done!" I muttered, sighing in victory, before glancing one last time at my brother's room. Posters of Ben 10, Superman, and many more weird characters, and his favorite cricketers were stuck on his wall. Above his bed frame was a large photo frame, in which I made a collage of the photos of his growing years. And on his bed sat a huge gift I bought for him. I hope he likes it! On the dinner front, pizza was ready, along with spaghetti and Coke. My parents had left just a few minutes ago. So, it would probably take them whole two hours to bring him back. Can't these two hours pass away quickly?

But I thanked God that I had time to dress up, since I looked like a snob, covered in sweat, my hair up in a messy bun, and jeans rolled to my knees. At least the effort was worth it!

I had a shower, and dressed up in a simple knee-length white summer dress, my hair left open, and for formality accessorizing, two little white tops in the shape of diamonds. I had nothing to do but just wait, so I decided to turn on my laptop and check Skype. It was flooded with messages from the members of my dance troupe, and Yuusuke – my Japanese friend.

We accidentally became friends online, because Yuusuke had a weird username (something like 'Swagger' or what), and I was searching for another friend with an almost same username. We often video chatted, and were very good friends. I clicked on his username.

Yuusuke: Hey! Where have you been? My video chat requests failed.

I texted him back: Sorry man, my web cam isn't working. We've gotta chat like this for a while.

He instantly texted back: Hey hi! That's ok.

I was kind of surprised that he was still online. Wasn't it supposed to be late night in Japan?

Me: You know what? My brother's coming back from his boarding school today! He's on his by now, probably.

Yuusuke: Excited, aren't you?

Me: Of course! So, what's going on?

Yuusuke: Was about to study math... again.

Me: Aww! Poor you! LOL!

Yuusuke: Hey you can't laugh like that!

Me: Oooohhh I can! Don't act like you're someone's girl huh!

He didn't text back for a moment. I knew why. He was shy and would be blushing. I giggled at the thought and texted: Sorry man, I just went with the flow.

Yuusuke: You don't need to. By the way, I umm

Me: You what?

Yuusuke: I need to say something

Me: Something serious?

Yuusuke: Kinda...

Me: Okay, carry on

Yuusuke was texting, and right at that moment my phone rang. It was from mom. I tuned off my laptop and picked it up, and was greeted with a chirpy voice shouting in my ear, "Helloooo!" Oh, how I had waited to hear that voice!

"Arnav! Is it seriously you?!" I asked, taking a moment to absorb.

"Yes! Did you miss me?"

"Of course I did, idiot. How... Just how are you now?" His call came unexpectedly and I was overwhelmed to say anything that made sense. I was controlling was myself from squealing in joy and tried hard to act like a seventeen year old. I missed him so hard!

"Of course I am fine, idiot." He copied my words and I heard a faint voice of mom saying in a stern voice, "Language, Arnav". I giggled.

"Where are you guys now by the way?"

"Crossing Delhi Cant. Did you download the latest animated movies?"

"Yes yes, I did. I couldn't forget that, could I?"

"Hey I- ahhh!" BAM! I suddenly heard loud screams from the other end, and then a loud crash. The phone automatically disconnected. The smile from my face faded away, and was replaced by an expression of utter shock. What happened?

I tried calling them again a few times to no success, so I rushed towards the door with terrible thoughts in my mind. Were they safe? Did anything happen to them? What was that loud bang? Those screams?

I rode on my bike, and sped through the roads of Delhi, with thoughts of something happening to them crossing my head. I tried to shrug them all off, but it was difficult to do so, when I heard that scream. Yes, something had happened. Something bad, to be precise.

But I had to reach them as fast as I could. He said Delhi Cant. They should probably be somewhere around there. Hurry up! I was panicking to the extent that my hands were shaking on the handles of the bike. No, nothing could happen to my family.

I won't let anything happen to them.

That's the first chapter. You can guess what happened.

Just to let you guys know, they talked in Hindi (Indian language) the whole time, except for the time with Yuusuke, obviously.

I know the chapter didn't end up quite well, but that's it. Reason –
"(my name), you're in class nine. Concentrate on math." This is what my mother must've repeated a thousandth time this week.

So, leave a comment before you go (thanks for those in advance!), and the next chapter will be uploaded very soon. Looking forward to reviews!

~Diamond Shyn