“Is this where you conducted your research, Dr. Khan?” “This, Alina jaan, is my gift to you.” My jaw drops to the Earth’s core. “You’re gifting me a library full of classics and romance novels?” He shrugs nonchalantly. Flashes me a lopsided grin. “The best for my blessing.” I cover my mouth, scanning the room again, pinching my cheek to confirm I’m still grounded in reality. Oh, it’s real, Lina. My husband has surprised me with a library, a cornucopia filled with all my favourite books. “Azeer, I’m going to cry again!” “Please, don’t—” Too late.
I CANT STOP CRYING
