*** AALIFA NIYAZ ***
I was cleaning his Mother's room, totally minding my own business until Saira came and I didn't know why my jaw clenched in her presence.
Nothing changed for me yet her presence had begun to bother me. Frowning, I was making bed as she started speaking delusionally.
"Zaviyaar has started to come home, Mother. It... feels good to see him often or else most of the time him being here or not never mattered."
The shyness in her resonance made me want to throw the reality on her face that it was NOT because of her.
"Did something happen between you two?" Mother chuckled.
"A few months ago, Zaviyaar asked about my thoughts on him... loving another woman."
I almost stopped for a second. Few months ago, before I knew everything, or after it? When, dammit
