Author's pov

Zara stood in her room with a bright smile on her face, reminiscing when she was younger before everything changed. She strolled over to her window with a grin on her face in her big and luxurious room.

"Let's see if Aryan wouldn't come running after the article that has been published," she uttered and shifted away from her window to her full-length mirror.

A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts, and she swiftly walked towards the door to unlock it, "Good morning madame, how was your night?" Her personal maid, Linda, asked.

"My night was splendid, Linda. I haven't had such a great sleep in months,"...