Zain certainly didn’t want to togive her tuitions but something inside him didn’t stop him even after having a chance but he agreed. For what? He doesn’t know yet but thinks it’s for her future.

“Where are you going?” Aima asked, noticing him getting ready and applying some cologne.

“I told you, tuition.” He shrugged, buttoning his shirt as she smirked, leaning on the doorframe. “What?” He asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Nothing, I haven’t seen you preparing this much for tuition before. Who is it?” She asked, knowing all too well who she is.

“You know it. And you cannot expect me to go there in my casual trousers, do...