Twenty five
Aaina x Zaydaan. In the early hours of the morning, Zaydaan Ziagil had motioned to his wife, a little gesture asking her to start a conversation. He would take it towards an argument itself. Aaina had simply shaken her head, still not believing how absurd everything truly was. She was just glad that Zaydaan had the upper hand of things right now. "Zaydaan, you are coming to my fundraiser, right?" She questioned, taking out her dress for the day and smiling at her husband who was on the bed, relaxed. "No, I'm not. I'm busy, Aaina." He replied in a grim tone. His wife let out a sigh. "I am busy as well but I'm still going to be there when the Russian president arrives. Why do you have to say no to everything I say?" She argued, Zaydaan stood up nodding at her. He was telling her that s
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