Troublemaker

“Amaan, aren’t you having breakfast?”

Amaan’s step came to a pause at his mother’s question. The moment he descended the stairs, the sight of Asmaira sitting in Raina’s place threatened his resolution. He had to rein his simmering anger before turning around to answer his mother.

“I’m afraid I would be sluggish on my first day,” he lied. His clenched fist inside his slack pocket was evidence of his struggle to remain composed.

Like earlier times, reacting in front of his parents would only give more opportunity to the subject of his rage.

Asmaira.

The moment he cast a veiled glare at her, she shuddered and dropped her fork on the plate.

“Asmaira?” Feriha placed a hand on her shoulder in question.

Feriha’s concern only startled Asmiara, who forced a smile and grabbed her fork again. Even though she lost her appetite seeing the devil husband of hers standing at the doorway, looking too calm for his personality.

“I will make your favorite coffee.” Hania offered.

She couldn’t hide her ha