Shopping

The last thing Asmaira wanted to do was to work with Amaan. Granted, he caught her off guard, but she will buy some time and eventually cook up some story with the help of Feriha. If things worsened, she could always say she would work with Feriha rather.

“Get ready! We’ll go together,” when Amaan said, Asmaira couldn’t help but blurt out, “Where?”

“Office,” he shrugged.

Her attempt to escape the mess and plan something later was easily caught by him. He would have laughed at the naive woman whose face was an open book if he hadn’t hated her to the core. With Feriha supporting her, he had to break the connection between them and what could be the best way to kill two birds with one stone. With Asmaira rotting in office, she would be away from Feriha and Kabir.

“I don’t have appropriate clothes,” she made whatever excuse that came to her mind. She expected Salar or Feriha to intervene, but the silence around told her she was on her own.

Amaan stared at Ishaal and asked in mock anger