"What do you think Ainnie?" Mr. Musa inquired and turned to face Anissa. She swallowed-from her peripheral vision, she saw that Shehryaar had his cold eyes fixated on her and his hand was still resting in his waist.
Think carefully Ainnie. After this, there's no going back and if you defy him, he'll hurt your parents.
"I agree with whatever you want Abu." She muttered, her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach as tears pricked her eyes. She saw Shehryaar pass her a smug smirk, his grey orbs shone with victory. His hand pushed down to his side and he visibly relaxed.
Anissa felt like she would break down at any moment and immediately requested her parents to take her home. But before she could leave, Shehryaar stopped her.
"My mother would like to meet with you." He told her. Mr. Musa and his wife left them in privacy. Anissa felt like a nervous wreck.