Rewritten
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Nurin paid a visit to Dev's store. They were chatting when they heard, "Assalam Alaikum," and turned around to see a woman in her forties approaching them.
Dev replied, "Wa Alaikum Assalam."
"How are you?" the woman asked Dev.
"Good. This is Hiba, my wife," Dev introduced.
"Salam Alaikum," Nurin said, looking at the woman.
The woman smiled at her. "I don't know you. What's your name?" she asked.
"I'm—" Nurin was cut off by Dev.
"Her name is Aressa."
"Aressa?" the woman repeated. Dev nodded.
"That's a nice name." Nurin smiled awkwardly.
"She's so pretty," the woman said with a warm smile.
Dev motioned for the woman to have a seat with them and told her he would bring her order.
A few moments later, Dev returned with it. He handed it to her, and she accepted it.
"Thank you so much, Dev. I do have my own boutique, but I just love coming here and asking Dev to design for me. Thank you so much," she said with a smile.
"It's my pleasure," Dev replied.
The woman turned to Nurin.
"Um... Aressa, where do you work?" Before Nurin could answer, Dev quickly replied, "She works at Memorial Hospital, Lema."
Nurin shot Dev a look that clearly said, Why are you lying? Hiba struggled to hold back her laughter.
"Memorial Hospital?" Lema repeated.
"So, is she a doctor?" "No," Dev answered. "She works in administration."
"She's pretty enough to become a model," Lema said, smiling at Nurin.
"Oh no, Lema. There's nothing special about me. It's impossible for me to be a model," Nurin replied with a shy smile.
Lema laughed.
"Are you shy? Anyway, I have to go. Thank you so much again. I'll see you when I see you. Okay, bye, everyone. Salam Alaikum." She waved goodbye and left.
The moment she was gone, Nurin glared at Dev.
"Come here," she said in a serious tone. Dev sat down cautiously.
"You'd better tell me. Explain yourself. Now!"
"Nurin, I just remembered that she's Ahad's mother."
Nurin gasped.
"What? Ahad's mother?" Dev nodded.
"Oh my goodness... that was close."
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The next day at work...
Nurin knocked on Harraz's office door before stepping inside.
Harraz was sitting on the couch, quietly reading the newspaper. Hearing the door open, he folded the paper, placed it on the coffee table, and stood up. Sliding one hand into his pocket, he walked toward her.
"You called for me?" Nurin asked. As he drew closer, he studied her face.
"Are you okay?" She nodded, maintaining a serious expression.
"I'm okay."
"You look troubled." Nurin met his gaze.
"I'm okay. I'm not troubled. Alhamdulillah, I'm still alive..." "But your face tells me otherwise. It's like you're still angry about yesterday."
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