*** ZAVIYAAR SHEIKH ***

I was in the lounge of my office, rubbing my temples as my knee was shaking from the anxiety surrounding me. Submerged in distress, I didn’t know what to do.

I knew I got myself in a big mess as everyone was with me.

“You got what you always wanted but at what cost, Zaviyaar?” Asad asked coldly, frowning at me.

He might have defended me but he disliked the condition which was made because of me at home.

“Mother is angry with you, Saira Bhabi has cut herself off from all of us and the woman for whom you did all this doesn’t even look...