When I reached inside my room, I locked the door, made my way towards the door and started weeping. I felt downright embarrassed on my stupidity. It was much better to tell them before. But one thing was uncertain. How on the first place they got to know? But they were mafia men, nothing could be hidden from them for long! I had a strong feeling Arman held up this conference. To make me feel ashamed in front of everyone. But why?
This was the last thought that roamed my head, before I drifted to sleep.
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When I woke up, it was already dark outside, with a sigh, I made my way to the washroom, for ablution.
After praying maghrib salah, when I came out of the room, Armeen and Hira sauntered towards me, with mischievous grins.
‘uth gayi bhabhi jan?’ Armeen said
