“God! He is so possessive..” Zahir chuckled, watching his brother running behind Emma who is all set to climb on the pillion of a motorcycle with some random Ethan.

“Look, who is talking?” Zada said, rolling her eyes and Zahir made a face at that.

“I don’t have a love interest to get possessive about, little Zada.” Zahir said, ruffling her hair, earning a glare in return.

“You are possessive in all your relationships, Zahir. Momma, me, Zian or anybody. I shudder imagining Emily’s condition in the future..” Zada said teasingly and Zahir glared at her.

“Emily? What does Emily have got to do with this?” Emil, who was silent...