Scowling, she poured all her strength in her arm and pulled away harshly from me, holding her bruised arm with soft whimpering.

“Oh?”

Throwing the cigar away, I merely arched an eyebrow at the display of bravery. Breathless, frightened yet not submitting to me how her fiancé tried and I showed him his place.

I would do the same to her.

“How could you do this to me, Zaviyaar?!” She ended up crying, covering her mouth with betrayal, shimmering the charming eyes.

“I should have known when you started acting strangely.” I sighed.

“Why did you lie about Asim?!”

“So Asad told you? That asshole is always ruining my fun.”...