As the last remnants of breakfast disappeared from their plates, Haya glanced at the clock, the weight of the morning hanging heavy on her. She had barely touched her food, her mind still swirling with the conversation about her career and Daniyal’s overbearing nature. She wiped her hands on her napkin, hoping that he would drop her home soon. This outing had already been far too long for her liking.
She looked over at Daniyal, who was leaning back in his chair, scrolling through his phone with a faint smile playing on his lips. She cleared her throat softly, trying to get his attention.
“Daniyal, I think it’s time for me to head back home. I have some things to take care of, and—”
Before she could finish, Daniyal looked up, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous smile. “Oh, no. We’re not
