*** ZAVIYAAR SHEIKH ***

The day after tomorrow, my dearest paramour held a scowl on her face, folding her clothes with fumes emitting from me while I was sitting in the corner with a smile spread across my lips.

“Darling.” I called, earning a glare in return.

She was totally furious, slamming the clothes in the closet.

Akram and others noticed and for the first time, no one dared to look up at her too.

“Come on, are you going to keep that face?” I asked in a teasing tone. Ruffling my hair after infuriating my doll. I honestly did it to enrage her and now it was too indulging...