Jannat’s POV

​I sat in my private office at The Sulthan Builders, mindlessly spinning my heavy silver pen between my fingers as I leaned back into the plush leather chair. It had been five whole days since he spoke to me like that. Five agonizing days of complete, calculated avoidance. I hadn’t spoken a single word to him, and I made sure I never met him face-to-face. The moment my senses caught a hint of his heavy footsteps approaching or the distinct click of his bedroom door opening, I would instantly scatter, running back to my room like a frightened ghost. I had caught brief glimpses of his rigid silhouette passing through the hallways, but I bet he hadn’t even noticed me.