Zoya's pov.
The three of us went to Ghazal's aunt's boutique the next day. She deals in Western gowns and dresses along with Desi dresses, aunt Yasmeen wasn't really happy with us borrowing her dresses but she asked us to sell those pictures to her so she could use them for her marketing and we did. So now basically we were hired by her to showcase her new collection and how exciting that is.
Since Ghazal was afraid to ride the bike with me and Hadiya we decided not to pressurize her and now she was bringing the equipment, the dresses and Shayla who was our makeup artist for today, in her car so that me and Hadi don't die on the road.
The wind swished past me making me close my eyes to savor the moment. The familiar feeling of heaviness came rushing back to me as I stepped into the haveli. The whispers started making me lose myself in them but I snapped out of them, I came here to work not to have yet another episode of Zoya's panic attacks.
"Do you plan on going crazy yet again?" Had
