26. Waqas

Hamza stood leaning against his car. His hands were tucked in his pocket casually as he gazed at them. He was donning a crisp white button-up shirt with black slacks. Expensive black shoes. His hair was gelled back smoothly. He looked like a rich businessman.

She dropped her gaze as they got closer. "Asalamu Alaikum (Hello), Hamza Bhai (brother)." Shiza smiled at him.

He nodded at her.

Hooriya was about to greet him but she kept her lips sealed in a thin line. He didn't answer Shiza. That was rude.

"Salaar is busy so I came to pick you both," Hamza said in that deep voice of his as he motioned at them to get in the car. Hooriya who was not meeting his gaze as she noticed that the girls standing near the gate were gaping at them.

Before Shiza could move, Hooriya immediately got in the back seat so Shiza had to sit in the passenger seat.

Hamza clicked his tongue and he knew she did it purposely.

He got into the car and set the rearview mirror in a way that he could easily see her.

He