I was superrrrr busy I promise!! Ya'll know I don't take five six days to update.
When I said that Zaydaan will suffer in Sadkay humare, I meant it lmao. But also, poor Aaina, she's suffering with him lol.
Okay so a little okay chapter but also dramatic so be ready!
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Awan Chaudhry smirked at the struggling little girl, she was trying so hard to speak that her eyes were red and fearful, she struggled against the ropes that were binding her to the chair. Even though Alexander had tied her very loose, she was still struggling against the ropes. She was being just as stubborn as her father, just as resilient.
They had offered her food for hours now but the girl refused to eat it, insisting that her mother told her not to eat anything given from strangers.
Awan did not really care about her or her diet to be honest, he just knew that this little girl was the key to everything he had ever wanted.
He talked to Alexander, the man he had been conspiring with for a long time.
"And the first lady? She trusted you?"
He asked the man yet again. Somehow it really satisfied Awan, knowing that he had people working for Zaydaan Ziagil that were his allies. How could the so called Prime Minister think of himself as so smart when he didn't even realise that his own people were conspiring against him?
He gave Alexander the responsibility of his wife, of the first lady. How could he be so blind?
"Poor woman thought I was her friend." Alexander played along, laughing as Awan barked out a laugh, looking like the complete maniac that he was.
How could one be so happy at someone else's misery?
"Hilarious." Awan mumbled, picking up the pastry yet again and pointing it in Zayla's direction.
"Sure you don't want to eat, darling?"
The Prime Minister's daughter shook her head, closing her eyes as the tears fell out.
Alexander gulped, picking up his phone and casually remarking at Awan as he scrolled through the screen.
"Let her be. She is as annoying as her father."
He murmured, letting another chuckle escape Awan. Alexander quickly opened his messages, typing out a text for the Prime Minister.
All the necessary arrangements have been made. Zayla is safe with me, I am bringing her to you. Dixie Hotel @ five. Bring your men. No amount of money can change my loyalty to you.
He could feel Awan's eyes over him, he was observing him. Alexander let out a smirk and then he smiled, as if he was talking to someone he loved.
