4600 words, I dont even remember the last time I wrote a short chapter tbh.
Anyway, hope you like this one.
----
@NooraAZiagil : 😎
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Aaina x Zaydaan.
It had been a few hours since the prime Minister came to know of the truth, the truth that he saw with his own eyes. Who was the kind of man who believed that he saw but at the same time he knew that there was a lot more to the story.
Noora had a pure heart. Yes, she was highly ambitious, over smart and always interfered at every time I had put forth his opinion but she loved him and everything that he loved.
A woman like that could never murder someone but a woman like that could lie.
In the few hours of waiting for Ahad to return to Islamabad, Zaydaan had managed to to call up every person involved in finding out the truth about Maria's death.
Some conveniently managed to say a that it was suicide and he didn't have to worry about anything where is others told him that the opposition was going to take up this matter and create a huge fuss out of it.
They were planning rallies all across the country already, the were conveniently benefiting from Awan's plan or they were equally involved in the entire scheming. It seemed like the friendly opposition was not friendly at all.
On the other hand, Ahad had been extremely confused about his brother's sudden call.
He had not even visited the hospitals yet when the Prime Minister had called him up, telling him to be there in his office as soon as possible.
Ahad entered the office without even a knock, letting out tired sigh as he sat on the chair opposite to him.
"What was this urgent that you called me back, bhai?" He asked, skipping the greetings.
He knew that his brother had something far more important to discuss.
"Something important." Zaydaan replied, opening the laptop and clicking on the video.
He paused it first, then looked at his brother who looked so relaxed right now.
Ahad probably thought something political had come up but that was far from the truth.
"Is everything okay?" He questioned his brother, waiting for an answer.
Zaydaan thought about how to tell him. He didn't do sensitive but he didn't want to throw the entire news at his brother like cold water.
