FORTY-SEVEN

AYSHAM’S POV:

“Wait.” I reached the lift as I pressed the button when I heard his voice behind me. He took time in recovering from the revelation that I just did on his mind which had all his own story roaming around in there.

I didn’t reply to him as the lift door opened and I entered inside and pushed the closing button but he also squeezed in with me but I didn’t care to glance at him as he looked overwhelmed but why I should care?

People who are angry doesn’t care what other people are suffering from right? Though the wave of anger passed as it came as a depolarizing wave and ended suddenly without any plateau. My anger was just of short interval but he didn’t deserve to know this. After all he had done with me using the name of Jameel he deserved to thrive for me a little. Not for me but for my forgiveness if he ever asked for it but that would a high demand since he had the name on top of the list of arrogant people. Rich people and that who are also handsome and attract women a