Memory

“You could have handled it properly. Because of your impulsive decision, we are the next headline,” Salar said.

“He hurt my wife. How do you expect me to react?” Amaan said, annoyed.

With everyone gathered in the living room, Salar, surprised at Amaan’s recklessness, questioned him.

“What I meant is, introduce her as your wife on the first day itself. No man would have dared to approach her in the first place,” Salar tried to reason with his furious son.

Mehwish sat quietly, witnessing the scene. Her observing eyes didn’t miss how he addressed Asmaira as his wife or the fury he was still holding on to point to one thing—Amaan had softened towards Asmaira. At first, she thought, lighting a spark and fanning it into a fire would be enough to get Asmaira out of Amaan’s life. But with the tides turning, she had to devise another subtle plan.

“Your father is right. Why didn’t you introduce Asmaira as your wife? Look what she had to go through because of that,” Feriha was upset when she saw