With a frown lingering on his lips, Zaviyaar was in the room with Asad. He had dreams, a perfectly managed life sorted but all of that washed into nothingness.

The way Saira treated him was infuriating him but he bore with it.

They needed the funding from Zakir after all.

“I can't believe you actually got married.” Asad trailed off, noticing that ever since he got married, he became silent.

“Baba said so. You have seen our condition, Asad. Better than dying miserably like the Alroy family did.”

He sighed, rubbing his temples from the stress placed on his shoulders at a young time.

“What about your dreams, Zaviyaar? About...