Aryan's pov

I placed my phone on the table, trying to concentrate on my work. “Maybe she branched somewhere,” I thought, and that was the same excuse I gave my dad when he called, but deep down, I could feel that something was wrong

I stood to my feet and paced around my office. She wasn't picking up my call, nor was she replying to my texts.

I walked out of my office and through the halls as I made my way to the first floor, through the stairs. I stood outside my parking lot beside my car to see if Zara was in sight because she had been lurking...