Meanwhile,

Haziqa had her flight for London and on Hoorain’s words, she went to see Azed, mentally prepared to turn him down no matter what and leave to never return.

“Are you trying to flex your Father’s money?” She said coldly, tapping her foot on the ground as they were at a fancy restaurant at a reserved seat away from the crowd.

“No. It’s the money I earned. I knew you were going to taunt.” He chuckled dryly, looking down.

“Why did you call me?” She asked, glaring at him.

“There are things which I believe I should say before you leave, for my inner peace.” He breathed out.

“What?”...