When Asmaira woke up, she felt tired and exhausted. It never happened before that her body was protesting to wake up and that pain, pain in her lower body. It was unusual. When her eyes flickered she saw, she was alone on the bed, naked.
She flushed when she recollected last night. What surprised her more was Amaan calls her Aashi. Only her mother and Raina used to call her by that name.
Slowly she sat up, holding the quilt tightly. She was nervous and shy to face Amaan now that last night passion was drained out and she was sober. Thinking Amaan could be in the bathroom, her stomach was doing somersaults.
However, she noticed that the bathroom room was open indicating Amaan was not there. Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock.
“Mam, Madam Hashmi is waiting for you at the d
