LOGIN"David gave me as an anniversary gift," Talia replied, though she was still afraid of the barely contained rage she sensed in his demeanor."No, it can't be possible," he murmured, his eyes fixed on the ring, still holding her hand.When his grip tightened to a dizzying pressure, Talia instinctively tugged her hand free. Realizing the shocking intensity of his reaction, Amaan released her.She had never witnessed such wildness in Amaan's eyes, and her gaze went immediately to the diamond on her finger."What's the matter, Amaan?""Talia, I need to see David, now!" he enunciated, his jaw muscle ticking as he exerted tremendous control over his escalating rage.For the first time, a cold bead of sweat formed on Talia’s forehead, seeing her typically calm boss pacing the expensive carpet like a wounded lion out for blood. The few minutes of waiting stretched into what felt like hours, and she shifted nervously on her feet. Amaan had not only cancelled all his remaining meetings for the d
“Where is she?” Amaan’s eyes narrowed at the guard who was supposed to be watching Raina.When the guard lowered his eyes—a clear sign he didn’t see who Raina was with—Amaan’s rage simmered. Not wanting to compromise his security team’s cover, he looked down at his daughter. There was a unique energy to her, which piqued his curiosity about the strange woman she’d been with.“You missed her. She just left for the gaming zone,” Raina said, pointing toward the exit.“Gaming zone?” Asher blinked, leaning down to ask, “Hey there, sweetheart, was your friend wearing a light blue dress?”“Hey! Only Dadda and Asmi can call me that,” Raina immediately frowned.Both Asher and Amaan froze at her fierce response. Asher stifled a chuckle as Raina’s frown moved from him to Ayaan, who immediately hid behind him.“Asmi?” Amaan asked, pulling her attention back to him.“My friend who helped me pick the gift for Kabir Bhai.”“That’s her,” Asher replied, straightening his face. “I guess I have to take
Asmaira froze, watching her small daughter apologize with an innocence and maturity that belied her age. The sight of those brown eyes and the slight dimple in her cheek made her heart race; it had been years since she last saw her. Raina was a baby when Asmaira last held her; now she was walking and talking. Asmaira had missed it all—Raina's first word, her first step—all the precious moments a mother lives for. She had been absent from her daughter’s life.But what truly stung was the lack of recognition in Raina's eyes; to her, Asmaira was a stranger.Amaan’s chilling words echoed in her mind: “I'll make them forget you.”She suppressed a bitter laugh, the reality hitting her with full force. This was her only chance to be with her daughter. A small, foolish part of her wondered if her prayers were finally answered, but she quickly dismissed the thought.Subtly wiping a lone tear, she crouched down. "It’s okay, sweetheart. Are you hurt?”Asmaira longed to touch her face, to brush t
“She works in my restaurant, and I can vouch for her,” Asher stated firmly.“Asher, it’s so good to see you again,” the warden, Martha, finally smiled, rising from her chair for the first time since Asmaira had met her.“I wanted to stop by earlier, but I was caught up with work. How are the kids?” Asher inquired, taking the seat next to Asmaira. He noticed her deliberate avoidance of his gaze, her eyes fixed on everything but him.“Oh, they all miss you. They’ll be happy to see you. Stay for lunch,” Martha offered warmly.“Regarding the adoption, she is my friend, so I am willing to act as her guarantor. Will that help?” Asher asked, cutting to the chase.“Of course. Just a few papers you have to sign for formality,” Martha informed him.He then requested, “Can Ms. Asmaira meet Ayaan?”Asmaira’s breath hitched. She was overwhelmed by a rush of emotion for Asher, but her surprise intensified when the warden agreed without hesitation. “I’ll send for him.”Asher leaned back, a noticeabl
At the end of the day, as Amaan crossed the familiar junction, his eyes subconsciously drifted in the direction where he had seen the woman walking. He remained oblivious to Asmaira, who was boarding a bus just across the road from where he stood looking*****“Daddy, you are home early!” Raina couldn’t contain her excitement.“Yes, didn’t I promise my princess I’d spend some time with her?” Amaan said, playfully twirling his daughter.“Yes, and you promised me a dollhouse if I forgave Ali,” she reminded him with a pout.“How could I break my promise? We’ll go this Sunday.”“Promise, Daddy?” Raina asked, her brown eyes staring up at him expectantly.“Yes, Daddy promises.” Amaan replied, gazing into her brown eyes, which always reminded him of Asmaira. Raina had inherited her mother’s eyes—the same innocence and the same crystal clarity that easily revealed her feelings.While Amaan was playing with his daughter, Gul entered with Ali.“I didn’t realize you were home early,” she said.“I
At the junction, as the traffic light glowed red, Amaan stared out the window, his mind replaying the tumultuous morning's events."Ruslan, you are overreacting," Aslan told his raging brother."Of course, I'm the only one overreacting! Amaan is always right. He gave away my project to that useless Rohit without even asking me!""You're consistently late for meetings, and you still have other projects piling up. He made the right call to lighten your load," Salar interjected. "Your behavior is unprofessional. How do you expect your subordinates to respect you?" he added sternly."Unprofessional? And he's professional? He couldn’t even manage his own wife, and you think he can handle the entire business?" Ruslan scoffed."Enough!" Salar roared.Ruslan knew better than to push his father's temper, which could still ruin anyone instantly. He swallowed his anger, settling back into his chair and promising himself he'd handle the situation his own way.Shoulders heavy with internal turmoil







