AYRA'S POV

"Ayra Malik," My name echoed as the door swung open.

I rose from the small bed, stepping out of the room where I had been confined.

"Oh Ayra, I'm deeply sorry," Melissa exclaimed upon seeing me.

"Melissa," I uttered her name, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Please, come and sit," she gestured, motioning towards a chair as she took a seat herself, her gaze fixed on me.

"Ayra, I apologize for not being able to visit. You know how strict work can be. I couldn't find a moment to slip away. I truly regret it," she expressed, squeezing my hand.

"Don't worry. I understand it was work...