Zain returned home late at night. His mother was waiting for him but he was too perturbed to focus on anything. His mind was blank, he couldn’t think anymore.

“Ah, welcome home. How was your day?” She asked sweetly, coming to him.

He couldn’t lift his gaze to meet hers at this point, he was too devoid to focus on anything at the moment, his fragile heart couldn’t bear it.

“Zain?” Aima called him again because of the lack of response but he hummed.

“Fine. I am just tired.” He hummed, trying to hide his anguish, suffocating his breaths.

“I see. Shall I make some tea for you?” She asked,...