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"So do you live alone?" He asked once she had forcefully brought out some soft drinks and snacks for him.
"No I live—" she started to answer but her attention was grabbed by the door opening and a happy voice of a certain ten year old squealing.
"Mama"
For a second Zaviyar didn't know what had happened, his eyes found tht movement of a child running into Ayat's awaiting arms as she hugged tht little body close to her.
"I'm finally home" Mihrimah jumped up and down, making Ayat grin widely and nod her head at her excitement.
"Hello Mr Qureshi" Nuha greeted brining him and the mother and daughter duo out of their own worlds.
"Uh... Hello Ms Nuha" he greeted back with his lips pursed tightly. His eyes found Ayat again who was already Looking at him.
"Who's he?" The little girl whispered in her mother's ear and Ayat glanced between the two bodies that stared at each other confused.
"Mihrimah this is my boss Zaviyar and Zaviyar this is Mihrimah. The one I was expecting" she explained while introducing them and Zaviyar nodded taking the small awaiting hand in his for a shake.
"Hi I'm Mihrimah" the girl grinned and he gave her a smile, his heart was still lurching in his throat but his self control fought against all odds of displaying his confusion on his face.
"I'm Zaviyar. You know I'm her boss but I don't know who you are to her." He asked tilting his head a little to the side. He prayed for it all to be a misunderstanding and this girl to be her niece or something but his expectations didn't live long when the girl grinned again.
"I'm her Mah." She replied tilting her head, he looked between the girl and Ayat who was gesturing Nuha to take Mihrimah away but the girl wasn't in the mood of leaving yet.
"I'm her daughter silly" Mihrimah laughed seeing the frown between his brows and slapped her forehead lightly.
Zaviyar forced a smile and nodded before she left and his expression turned cold.
"She's your—"
"My daughter? Yes" Ayat replied meeting his gaze confidently.
"You're married?" He couldn't stop himself as the question slipped out of his mouth. Her eyes turned cold and her posture straightened.
