12
Khalid
I answered the phone and closed the doors of my room behind me.
“How is my dear brother doing?” Zain, my elder brother and the Sultan of Azmia drawled in his deep voice.
I rolled my eyes. Zain cockblocked me with Valeria just to ask me how I am doing?
“What do you want, Zain? I was… I was doing something important.” Or I was about to, anyway.
“Something important or someone?”
I could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Someone important,” I corrected him. “Now, tell me, why are you calling me? You know I am at the oasis.”
“You have never brought anyone at the oasis before. Not even your own brother. Not even Zara.” He couldn’t hide the disbelief in his tone.
I scratched the back of my neck. “I am painting.”
“Are you painting that someone important? Or are you painting
