Aliya sat at the corner of her bed, looking at the ceiling, she held her chin in between her two fingers. She stood up and moved gradually towards the mirror

Aliya’s POV

I’m drenched in my own world, as series of unexpected events keep on unfolding. I feel like Saya isn’t saying everything, there is more to her story. And Harris, he just like putting up a show, at times he seems like a nice person, but there’s always an agenda hidden behind his goodness. Taking us to Paris was never his priority. He had his second intentions, hearing him on the phone definitely put me off. I couldn’t imagine...