He was sitting on the sofa and Rafay stood in front of him, with his hands crossed and eyes looking down. His face was pale and his body slightly shivering.

Shehryaar had carried Sheharzaad in his arms to his office and laid her on one of the sofas as she was unconscious.

"Should I believe it already that you're at fault?" Shehryaar's dark voice tore through the thick atmosphere, making Rafay vigilant as he looked up at him.

"No sir,"

"Then start speaking," he ordered while crossing his ...