Chapter 6

Zahan's pov

It was late in the night when I was reading through some important files. I came home late tonight and that's nothing new. The haveli was silent as soothing whispers of air fell on my ears.

I checked my emails and was now going to at least try to sleep. It was odd that ever after it was almost after midnight I didn't hear of miss smarty pants Zoya, that's also a good thing but now I feel hungry and I don't wish to go ask her to make something for me, don't want to push her ego all the way above the seventh sky.

With a protesting stomach and tired mind I was just about to lay down on my bed and stare at the ceiling when my door was knocked, sighing I got up to open the door since I locked it earlier and now she can't obviously break through but I wouldn't be shocked if she ever decided to do that also.

The knocking was getting more rapid and impatient. Rolling my eyes I opened the door to see her standing outside with a baseball cap on. She was looking around, not paying an