*** THIRD POV ***

At Zakir’s household, Saira came to meet her brother who was infuriated when Zaviyaar taught him lessons for hurting his second wife.

He had enough of being insulted and getting hurt by Zaviyaar.

“It was no damn kidnapping! Your beloved husband did this to me all because I hurt his fucking doll,” Zakir scowled, glaring at Saira.

“What did you do?”

“Do you not know your husband? For her he had hurt me countless times and that low woman. She deserves all the humiliation!” Zakir growled, losing his mind and slamming his hand down.

Saria was distressed at his brother’s display of fury.

Forming her lips...