1 prologue

PROLOGUE

Aamiya had gone inside, and was sitting in the lounging areas when Asfand entered and took a seat beside her. His face was wiped off of any emotions.

"Did you give your number to Ahmed?" Asfand inquired, not quite looking at her.

"No, not yet." Aamiya replied, turning towards him. "But I like, like him a lot." She continued.

When Asfand turned toward her, the hurt was evident in his dark eyes.

"You can't." Asfand mumbled as he stood up.

Aamiya also got up, behind him and stopped him from moving by holding his hand.

"Why?" She asked. "Why can't I? What is it that I'm not aware of?" She shouted.

Asfand turned and grabbed her by her shoulders.

"Because you are my wife."