Blooming Love (4)

The continuous ringing of his phone irked him. Picking his phone from the table, he looked at the screen.

Daneen Calling... This made his brows knitted in perplexed.

Before Daneen could say anything, Taimoor demanded. "I want to meet you."

"Uh? Okay, I am in my office, if you want, we can meet in the cafe..." Daneen suggested.

"I am coming," Taimoor said and disconnected the call.

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Nayab was packing her stuff rashly, she didn't care to fold her clothes neatly, whatever comes in her hands, she threw it in her suitcase. Her vision was getting blurry because of her tears, which she was trying to hold. She did not want to cry, but she was a wom