Zoya Kabir Oberoi

Author’s P. O. V.

Kabir’s face lost all its colors as he heard the words leave Abhay’s lips; he was expecting to hear a yes at least from Abhay but that is not the case; he knows very well that his friend is anything but a lei r.

But hell, at least for once to keep the hope alive, he wanted to hear that Zoya will fall in love with him, that he will have a family of his own, a life where he won’t have to look around when he falls.

He just wants that someone to hold him when he is at his lowest.

“Let me ring the bell,” Abhay said as he pressed the doorbell a few times.

Zoya who was having the entire bed to herself frowned in her sleep when the first time doorbell rang; “ughhh!” Groaning she opened her eyes and walked towards the main door.

It was 2 am.

“Maybe she is asleep?” Abhay asked Kabir as he threw his head back and laughed.

“Or probably she is holding a knife before opening the door at midnight,” Kabir said and at the same time, Zoya opened the door.

“Aapki Aamant,” (your treasur