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Confrontation
Asmaira’s head went even lower at being humiliated in front of everyone, including the staff; however, Amaan found her action as her reluctance.
"I said get off that chair," grabbing her forearm, he yelled at her, not noticing the change in the surrounding. That was where his Raina used to sit, and she has tainted it.
Asmaira yelped but obliged. With no other option, she obediently rose and waited for a further outburst from her husband. He was still holding her by her arm and was about to say something when he was interrupted by a bang sound. Both were immersed in their emotions, Amaan in his fury and Asmaira in her shock, failing to notice the rise in Salar's temper.
"Enough!" he roared while slamming his palm on the table, unable to hold his anger any longer.
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