Imran's POV:
I saw Ahmed walking to Zohma's room after Sandal and grin, but it instantly vanished and a frown formed on my face when I saw her sister following him.
Oh no, I won't let you ruin their moment ...
"Excuse me Ms..." I called her.
"Huh?" She turned to me.
"Can I talk to you for a moment?" I said looking into her eyes. She has pure black eyes, shining with intelligence.
"Sure."
"Why we won't take a seat, then talk."
"Seat? ...Listen Mr, I don't have time. If you want to say something, say it."
A feisty one huh...
"You don't have to be so harsh... you were quite all the time so I thought it would be nice to chat a bit."
She sighed and said, " I don't know what does a famous model want from me... but whatever is it, I am not interested, even if it's just small talk... no
