Daniyal's POV
Daniyal’s jaw tightened at Sonia’s revelation. His hand gripped the armrest of his chair as he struggled to maintain his composure. Sonia had a knack for weaving herself into the most delicate situations, and her opportunistic nature was well-known.
“Married?” Daniyal’s voice was flat, the surprise barely masking his irritation. “Yes, Sonia, it’s true. And if you’re here to discuss Haya, I’d prefer to keep this conversation brief.”
as much as he wanted to smash her face into the wall, he couldn't do it. he didn't want to get his hand dirty.
not to forget, she already knew and there was no denying the fact that he married Haya, and not by choice but by force. if she opted to open her mouth at the wrong place, his plans will be ruined and he knew for sure, the news will spr
