Chapter 08
Sanam was sleeping on the bed when Hamza came into the room to wake her up. She was curled up in the ball in her sleep. Standing near the door he was looking at her small figure curiously. He felt himself feeling relaxed with each breath she took. He looked at the bruise mark on her arm. It reminded him of their fighting.
She had to deserve all the hate that he had for the mafia people. It had to be her innocent act to fool him.
Sanam stirred in her sleep to sleep on her stomach and her dress ridden up revealing her waist a little. His gaze stopped at the mole mark on one side of her waist and the thought of her inner wear which he saw earlier in her shopping bags crossed his mind.
Sanam opened her eyes lazily. She blinked a few times to see the tall figure clearly. She sm
