Chapter 111

Zoya

I didn't know why I felt like it was him and I was praying it to be true. I grabbed the top of the sofa and yelped again. "Abrar, is that you? I know it's you"

He sighed and I immediately grasped it, trying not to break down again. I breathed heavily. We didn't pass a single word. He didn't hang up. It felt like I wouldn't need to hear anything from him but he was just on the other side, hearing me breathing and I was doing the same.

"How are you, Zoya?", his voice was hoarse and cold. And delivered goosebumps all over me. I was so used to his warm words that those cold words pinched hard.

"I'm not fine", I was honest, unable to say that I was okay when I was actually not.

"I mean your health", he grumbled, trying to twist the words and making it more casual. "Mr Ali said you're sick"

"Hmm", I hummed, pressing my lips.

"Why did you wake up so early? I mean— you should sleep longer now. And I didn't want to wake you up, that