It was almost three in the morning, she should've been sleeping like a normal human being not pouring coffee for a man who she loathes the most.
Putting the mug in a tray, she was on the way to go to his study, where she never been to, well everything has its first. Aamina came in with tired eyes, full of sleep. An idea popped in her mind,
Why not hand her the mug?
Though the warning was clear as the water, but she paid no heed. Though it was an act of cowardliness, but the wheels has already been turned. Without a care for the consequences, she called her out who was refilling the jug.
‘Aamina?’
‘jee Noor bolo?’ giving her, her half attention, she spoke in a hoarse voice due to lack of sleep.
‘Uh, yeh coffee ka mug apne bhai ko de ker aajao,’ pulling the cup in he
