Gauhar's POV
"If Gauhar is busy, I can come and get you." Altamash leaned in towards the screen, effectively eliminating all the distance that I had so meticulously created between us and filling my nostrils with the smell of his soap and his musky spicy scent.
His voice was hopeful as he craned his neck to look at his best friend. Or now, his ex- best friend. If the situation were different I would definitely have felt bad for him, and maybe I would've even helped him make up with my brother, but this was a punishment Altamash deserved and I was going to enjoy watching him suffer.
"Ah, Miss Suleiman, I think I'm hearing voices. Could you please tell them they are unwanted and that I'd rather jump off the plane than ever see them or hear them again?"
