SEVEN

AYRA’S POV:

“That should be her concern not yours.”

My breath hitched as I with difficulty passed down the bile down my throat as if it was most difficult task in his presence. Sabreena stood up in order to greet him and so did I as I was also a type of servant at that time for these people. I didn’t even dare to look up at him as I didn’t even mumble any greeting like Sabreena as one was enough for both of us and I wondered even if that would bother him as seeing him once in a week was evidence of how busy he was.

“I didn’t know therapists lack manners too.” His deep masculine voice echoed in the dining room as I bit my lower lip as soon as I realized that stamen was for me.

“Good morning Mr Durani.” I greeted in the most professional way while looking at his shoes where my reflection could be seen properly. They were dazzling under the lights of the dining area.

“Walikum Asalam.” He greeted back making me bit the inside of my lower lip as salam was a warm greeting whereas good morni