My eyes flung open. I glanced at the clock and then at the other side of the bed. It was vacant. It was two in the morning, for God's sake and Shehzad hadn't come to bed—he must be in the study. I tried to get up, though I was weary with drowsiness. I shrugged into my robe and bedroom slippers and staggered towards the door. The corridor lights were still on. When I got to the study room's foyer, I heard Shehzad's voice. He was busy talking to someone. I lightly knocked on the door.
"I'm coming in." I affirmed and opened the door. He was casually sitting on the desk chair and talking on the phone.
"What do you want?" he asked when I came near.
"It's late and you're still working?"
"I was handling an important business transaction." He exclaimed. His voice was hoarse.
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