Zoya hears her mother call her name from downstairs, so she gets up and heads down.
As she gets to the top of the stairs, her mother pulls her back and whispers, "Don't go there, I heard it too."
Zoya Zinadine, an executive interior designer of Gate...
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*Zoya's POV*:
"Ahem, Zo," Hammaad cleared his throat while walking to the cafeteria.
"I'm having a terrible headache," I said, rubbing my temple.
"I know. I'll get you a cup of coffee first," he said, placing the order to the server, who stood with a notepad and a pen beside our table.
"So?" Hammaad asked, raising a brow.
"So, so?" I asked him back.
"Jokes apart, Zo. I don't know how to tell you this, but I've to tell you this," he said, heaving a sigh.
"Please, Ham. Just tell me what was all that? What did Adiva utter? What language was that? I'm clueless," I said, expecting him to understand me and clear all my doubts and confusions.
"I know everything. There's a lot you need to know. I've to confess something else too," he said, rubbing his temple.
Okay.... so there's something else I don't know?
Okay.
"Hmm?" I asked, with confusion written all over my face.
"First, let me tell you what naneun neoleul akkiji anh-eul geos-ida is," he said, grabbing his phone out of his pocket.
My heart was throbbing hard. Fear creeped in but I tried to act brave.
"This means I won't spare you," he said, biting the bottom of his lips.
"What? But what did I do? She isn't behaving like a fourteen-year-old. Hammaad, like seriously, please explain?" I yelled.
"Zoya, relax. The coffee is here. Please have it," he said, handing over the cup of coffee to me.
"Ham," I said, sipping the hot coffee, and I felt much better.
"Listen carefully. Remember the day before your parents left? Nayela and I pranked you with a bottle of red paint?" Hammaad whispered.
"It's not important now, Ham. I'm afraid of my sister," I said, heaving a sigh.
"Please listen, Zoya. Everything will make sense now," he said, flipping his phone.
I moved my chair closer to him and said, "Go on, go on."
"Remember?" He asked.
"Yes, of course." I replied.
"Lia and I were having a deep conversation about Zayan on the terrace. Since I was on a call with him, Lia headed downstairs. So, after the call, I headed to the guest room because there were many visitors downstairs," he said, raking his fingers through his black hair.
