#Chapter70
Mahnoor's POV:
I really didn't want to go to the dinner with him nor do I want to be introduced to his business partners and friends. But who said I am allowed to deny to what he says? Therefore, I silently obey and got ready for it.
/"You look beautiful, Bhabi. White colour suits you./" Said the maid who came to help me get ready.
/"Thank you./" I forced a smile and turn to the mirror.
The person I found there was not me. I never wear anything heavy or too fancy, it was never my style. But the girl standing in the mirror was wearing a heavy dress, makeup, and high heels.
Bold, mature, somewhat calm and collected. How Moosa Khan's wife supposed to look like.
Where have I lost Me...?
It felt like something stab in my chest. The maid had already left, so I lowered my head and allow my feelings to flow from eyes.
