*** ZAVIYAAR SHEIKH ***

I was getting ready for work, combing my hair perfectly as I wore my coat. As long as Aalifa remained, she helped me wear it and combed my hair because according to her mine were better than hers.

“Ah, I miss you so much.”

I smiled faintly, tiny details Aalifa considered nothing were afflicting me. Her actions which meant nothing to her were knitted inside me.

If I hadn’t eaten or not, freshened up or not, turned on eye protection mode on my phone, shared good comedy dramas with me… she was absolutely under my spell, all mine and all of it was so… perfect.

She...