Fariya’s words hung in the air like a storm cloud, heavy and threatening. Her voice had cracked, the rawness of her emotions on full display. Dayyan, still kneeling on the bed, was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. He had been so consumed by his jealousy, by his need to claim her, that he hadn’t even realized what she had seen, what she had misunderstood. But now, the hurt in her voice was undeniable.
“What are you talking about?” he asked again, his voice softer this time, as if he couldn’t believe what she was saying.
Fariya pushed herself off the bed, standing a few feet away from him. She was shaking, her arms wrapped around herself, her gaze burning with both anger and betrayal. “I saw you, Dayyan,” she repeated, her voice stronger now. “At the restaurant. You were wit
