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She abruptly turned with her heart beating rapidly. There stood a middle aged women watching her with pique interest. For a split second there was wonder in her eyes and then it was gone as she masked her expressions.
"Madam, Sir is requesting your presence in the main room if you will follow me, I will take you there.."
The women said and she frowned at the message.
"Which sir, and where am I?"
She said rubbing her temple and the lady gave her a reasurring smile.
"Madam Yaman Sir, If you will follow me please." She said and Omaiza's heart came into her throat.
How will she face him? or perhaps what was the meaning behind all this.
Putting to rest the swirling questions in her mind, she decided to follow the lady outside. From the corridor the mesmerising pool captured her gaze, hypnotising her once more.
They came to a stop after several twist and turns and the lady before opening the door turned to her.
"Madam if you will cover your face..."
The lady requested respectfully and Omaiza raised her eyebrows in question but dying to abide her curiosity she raised her black shawl on her head and then covered her face and entered the room.
She came to a halt after briefly entering the room at the sight of Yaman Sethi.
Her feet refused to move another step and she felt sucker punched at his piercing blue gaze.
He was dressed in a black high neck, with black leather jacket and ripped jeans. His hair were unkempt and his cheekbones felt hollow and sharper then before. He gave her a sweeping glance from head to toe and then averted his gaze as if she was nothing and nobody.
Omaiza couldn't move after being subjected to the indifference in his gaze.
As the lady behind her urged her to move and with great difficulty she moved into the room she realised there was another man sitting at the sofa infront of her dressed in a uniform.
She halted in her steps once again, her gaze helplessly going back to Yaman who wasn't watching her.
She relunctantly took a seat at the sofa opposite to the man and Yaman kept standing.
The man introduced himself as a commissioner and then urged her to look at several envelops and photos laid at the table in middle of them.
"First of all my deepest condolences at your loss Mrs. Sethi. My department has throughly investigated your parent's murder case and we have captured the culprit behind this henious act of crime. Rest assured he is behind the bars as we are speaking of now. If you want to know his identitiy it's in this envelope and rest of the proof is all there. Once again my deepest condolences and I ask your permission to leave." The man in his late 50s said and with a nod from Yaman got up and left the room.
Omaiza sat there petrified, her whole body shaking and her fist grabbed the sofa fabric tight in her grip. Her knuckles turned white from the force.
