As the night fell deep, Zayan stood on the balcony, holding a cigar. The peace he once felt was nowhere near him. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Her teary face appeared in his mind, as he gripped the railing tightly. Suddenly, his eyes flew open as his phone rang. He ran to it, hoping it was her mother, but it was Arsh. He sighed and picked it up.