[One week later]
AUTHOR’S POV:
“Why are you sitting here, Zayan?” Zayan heard a voice from behind, as he was sitting in the lounge, gazing out, from the celling sized glass window. Looking at the full moon illuminating everything, except his weary self. Naaya developed this habit when everything came crashing down for her and now he was doing the same.
“Nothing, just sitting,” he replied without turning back. Then Zayan felt the couch towing down with someone’s weight. It was Muhib.
“Want to talk about it? I think Roman and Brandon are going to be here any minutes,” Muhib tried to make conversation. It’s been a week since Zayan is staying in Muhib’s penthouse. He didn’t talk much. Spent most of his time in the company and after returning he just kept himself in his room. He talked les
