Attack

“I know this is not what you expected, but for now, this is all I can do.”

Feriha said to which Asmaira nodded in understanding. Standing on the balcony, they looked at Amaan playing with Kabir on the lawn from a distance.

“Salar is charmed by Amaan, and anything I say about you, he assumes I’m being biased towards you for no reason,” Feriha sighed.

“You are doing more than I could ask,” she waved the phone with a small smile.

“I told Amber, you will video call her whenever you want to talk to Kabir. But we need to be careful with Mehwish,” when Feriha said, Asmaira faced her in question, “Didn’t she go back?”

“She left for a few days and will return before the annual ball.”

“But…why be careful with her?” Asmaira asked.

“Amaan is not the only one who changed. Mehwish did too. I know my daughter. Her silence is like a ticking bomb that could burst at any time. If she is around, she will try to sniff around,” her mother-in-law replied, glancing back at Kabir, whose loud laugh melted h