ELEVEN

She was standing against the counter table and I was confused how to react. Suzi told me about her. She informed me that she was already waiting for me in the kitchen and vanished from there leaving me alone to deal with her.

She was wearing a maroon-colored crop top with the pair of tight jeans. Her curves were perfectly visible as she had the perfect body like those models in the front of cover of a western magazine. Her hairs were honey-brown colored with perfectly resting at one side of her face.

She was Areej Mirza.

His fiancé and I supposed my soon to be enemy.

“Assalamualikum?” I greeted her as she turned around with beautiful pair of hazel eyes.

She diverted all of her attention towards me as she scanned my existence from head to toe with her sharp eyes. Her face was deadly serious.

I couldn’t help but play with the corner of my parrot-colored shirt with white dubatta hanging on one side of my shoulders. My feet were clad in white colored sandals while hers were adored in blac