“When are you going to give poor Luthian a break? The man has done so much for Zahir, and you still refuse to give him a chance.”
“Sharmila—”
“Mom.” She used the same stern tone and smiled. “Give the poor guy a chance. He’s obviously infatuated with you.”
Her mother rolled her eyes, and Shar laughed. “You can’t fight fate’s wish. You can only try to veer it in your favor.” Her gaze met Zahir’s. The love that shone in his eyes filled her with warmth. Nope, there was no fighting fate’s wish. Her mother would soon realize it.