Her intuition led her to where her husband was going; with her chest loaded with suspicion and curiosity about her husband's purpose for coming to this hotel, Luna scrambled through the long tunnel of hallways splitting the rooms after being informed of the room number Danish was heading to.
The more steps she took, the faster her heart pounded; until her distance toward the room was just a few feet away, she paused with her palm planting in the wall, trying to prop herself as she had no the audacity to accept the reality of her husband probably with another woman inside the chamber, and a hand on her shoulder jolted her back in shock.
"Danish…."
"How can you be here?" His poker face indicated that her presence upset him.
"What about you? What are you doing in this hotel?"
"One of my clients arranged the meeting here."
"At this hour?" The level of her tone raised at Danish's raven eyes.
