"Asmara, you know Daniyal, you've met him so many times. He is doing good in his business also, besides he himself likes Haya." His father further added patting his shoulder.
"You're absolutely right Bhai. I adore Daniyal, he is like my own son, but I want to have some time to think before giving you our answer. I will have to ask Haya." She replied, with a small smile.
"Auntie you can have as much time as you need." This time I spoke, with a curt nod.
Haya entered with a small tea trolley, and stood it beside the coffee table. Dayyan stood up on his feet and helped her transfer the plates, spoons and cups. Next she placed hot kettle, along with cakes and cookies.
I knew she was very well aware of my gaze on her, as her hands slightly trembled, and I smirked. I definitely had an ef
