Maaz completely ignored Anaya and walked into the elevator. The door was about to close, and she leaped inside. Her ankle twisted and fell.

'Ouch.' She raised her arms and grabbed Maaz's shoulder. He stumbled, and his back hit the elevator wall, hard.

'Ow, Miss. Hasan.' Maaz groaned as she stepped on his feet. The platform heel hurting his feet badly, while Anaya had tears in her tears because of the sharp pain in her ankle. She clenched him tightly and closed her eyes. The elevator door closed behind her.

A teardrop escaped her eyes, she had just relaxed a little when Maaz held her hand and moved her feet. Anaya opened her eyes. Their gaze met only for a second before he pushed her, and she stumbled. She steadied herself by placing her palm on the elevator wall and straightened.

'Behave yourself, Miss. Hasan.' He said adjusting his coat. Anaya looked away. She wanted to correct him but doesn't. Instead, she turned around. Also, she wanted to massage her ankle but couldn't as she was wearing a skirt and Maaz was standing right behind her. She clenched the diary tightly against her chest and breathed out.

Be calm, Anaya. Now, you have to tolerate him for the rest of your life – The thought brought a very depressing feeling in her.

The elevator opened and Maaz walked past her. As he stepped out, Anaya interrupted him.

'Sir, wrong floor.' She called. He paused and looked around cluelessly. Then, he turned around and was about to enter the elevator when the door began closing. He hurried and moved his feet to place it in between the door but fearing he might get hurt he retracted his feet. Anaya watched as the door closed. Maaz cursed and Anaya smiled.

Serves the snob right – She thought, biting her smile.