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**** Maya was walking up and down the bedroom with worry gripping her. Her heart drummed against her chest and her pulse sounded in her throat. Her gaze faltered on the clock every other minute, but time was passing at an excruciatingly slow pace. She slumped down on the bed, her shoulders drooping and she face buried in her hands. Her eyes riveted back to the clock ticking away. Another hour had passed and Zayan still wasn't home. Where was he? He never did this. She had called his office and they had informed her that he hadn't even come to work today. Then she had called him multiple times and his phone just went in voicemail. After a while he had messaged her saying that he might be late. That was all. She hadn't even told Mama yet, not wanting her to worry or think that Zayan
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