Third Person's POV.
"Assalamu aleikum," Ayesha heard him speak.
"Waleikum salaam," she replied to the greeting in her feeble voice.
Like always, Ayesha was meek in the presence of Zeeshan. Not that he scared her, only intimidated her. His broad shoulders blocked the light from the city ahead of them, his fixated gaze made her fidget. Zeeshan turned away from her, seemingly satisfied by the reply to his greeting. He made his way to the spot he was standing in when Ayesha came onto the terrace.
Ayesha stood where she was for the next few seconds, then moved to stand a few steps away from him. They stood in silence, the wind lightly whistling in their ears. Ayesha glanced at Zeeshan every few minutes, wondering why he was so quiet. Why wasn't he asking her anything?
"I'm not going to ask you anything." Zeeshan mused.
Ayesha, shocked at how open she was, looked away and flinched. How did he know what she was thinking?
