Haha, its a Sunday and I owed you guys one more so I updated for you guys ❤️
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Aaina.
She might have been in her early thirties, or late, I couldn't tell. There were small wrinkles around her eyes, not the wrinkles that could say someone was old enough but the kind that gave away someone's maturity.
Ever since she sat by my side, the third female to do so.
That's what happened when your husband gave you away to the wolves.
If the one before her was staring at my tulip shalwar, this one was analysing my face, maybe she was trying to find some weakness or maybe she thought I wasn't fit enough to be her first lady.
Maybe, she thought Zaydaan deserved better. Her eyes were unkind but her smile was soft and polite. I smiled back, saying nothing.
She was a minister in Zaydaan's cabinet. He had told me about her in the car, he had briefly introduced all his ministers travelling with us, just so I could understand them better.
She questioned me suddenly
"Are you nervous?"
"Hm?"
I mumbled, not understanding her completely. I was so used to ungentle females in my life, that even a compassionate one seemed fake and unkind to me.
Whether it was that minister's wife who had talked about Minal, whether it was Minal herself or whether it was my own mother, I didn't have a nice experience regarding it all.
My own friends were incredible but I had not talked to them in a very long time.
"It's your first big event, are you nervous?"
"Isn't it your first as well? Zaydaan said you're a minister for the first time." I questioned her back.
She nodded.
"Um yes. But I'm not nervous, I've been attending such events for a very long time." She replied. Her tone wasn't rude or offensive, just honest.
I liked honesty. I just didn't like it much when Zaydaan got honest with me since his honesty was harsh and cruel.
"Too bad I can't say the same. I'm nervous but I'm excited too." I told her.
She chuckled.
"Does the Prime Minister talk about us?" She asked next.
I raised an eye. What kind of question was that?
"About you?"
"Yeah, like us. His ministers. We never understand what he's thinking."
