8 Chapter 8 , I consider it my right (e)

Huzaifa was nonstop walking back and forth in frustration, sometimes running his fingers through his hair then sometimes rubbing his temples to control his anger.

More than fifteen minutes had passed since they returned to his room. His anger didn't seem to cool down at all.

And Huzaifa has been in the same condition ever since.

Looking at him like that now she couldn't take it anymore.

"Huzaifa, just stop this already. Why are you distressing yourself...?" she doesn't like this angry look on Huzaifa because in anger he never cares about anything else.

"Stop it already...!? How dare he even think that he can take you out of this house....!? I just wanted to strangle him then and there.

"Language Huzaifa! He is your elder…!" Moomal snapped at him angrily. "And he's my uncle, You can't use words like that for him."

"What language ...? I haven't even started yet ...! And you don't need to call him your uncle, I won't let you have anything to do with him after today anyway!" Huzaifa said angrily. At which Moomal's eyes widened. She looked at him in disbelief.

"Who gave you this right Huzaifa...? I am his blood as he's mine, and this relationship will not end by your decision or what they say..."

Moomal said in a strong tone showing a little courage.

Watching Moomal speaking in his uncle's defense and her relationship with him, Huzaifa felt something eating him from inside. He moved and stood in front of her very closely.

"Are you talking about my rights Moomal...?" He said leaning towards her, with a sarcastic tone.

Moomal could see the rage burning in his eyes, despite knowing that she was right to defend her uncle, now looking at him like this, she felt a little reluctant to argue with him anymore.

Seeing him standing so close to her, She wanted to back off, but she couldn't because she was sitting on the bed.

"You has given me the right to make every decision related to you, by signing the marriage certificate." Huzaifa spat those words angrily.

"Huzaifa, you can't use this marriage to your advantage, because..."

Even in a fit of rage, Moomal couldn't speak more than that.

She bit her lips to stop herself from saying anything else.

But Huzaifa was not as soft-hearted as her.

"Because what Moomal...?

Because our marriage is fake...? So I have no right to make decisions related to your life...?" Huzaifa's tone was harsh.

She felt her heart pounding against her chest. She moved her gaze away to avoid his burning gaze.

"But that doesn't mean I will let anyone take you away from us. I want to get rid of the reason why this marriage took place. And even if we hadn't gotten married, it doesn't matter what do you think of me, you have been with me since childhood and I consider it my right to make every decision related to you. Even if, you like it or not.!!" After saying so much, he did not stop there for another second and walked out of the room with strides.

She stared at the open door in a state of shock.

How could he act like that…?

She held her head in frustration and closed her eyes to compose herself a little.

Since their childhood, She never understood Huzaifa's anger. Every time, by only a little argument from her side, he would flare up as if Moomal had touched his aching vein.

Despite having such strong feelings for him in her heart, Moomal never allowed him to have undue dominance over herself, and that's why whenever the two of them had a similar argument, it would end in the same anger.

Ever since their first meeting, He considered every decision related to her life as only his right, as if she is his property whom he wanted to possess.

But the same Huzaifa could never give her any right other than being his friend. . . .

And since when only in friendship have so many rights been demanded. . . . ?

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She was sitting in the car looking outside. Due to the cold weather, cold winds were blowing at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Her mind was constantly entangled in the argument between her and Huzaifa.

Shortly after Huzaifa's departure, she also went downstairs to her mother's room.

Zareena Begum was very worried about her, but as soon as she saw Moomal, she regained her composure and had breakfast with her.

She sat with her for a long time. When Zareena Begum felt sleepy, Sughra Begum took Moomal with her to her grandfather, where she got the news that today he was going back to the village.

And as soon as she heard this, she felt self blamed. Because She knew that by marrying her in his family, despite being the leader of his village, he will have to face many questions and accusations.

And this thought made her eyes wet.

Seeing Moomal upset and her moist eyes, her grandfather told her to sit beside him and explained that she doesn't need to worry about anything, except for how to persuade Huzaifa to leave his career as an Actor and join his family business.

And when he said this, a sweet smile spread on her lips. Because, even though he never said anything to Huzaifa about this, but Moomal knew that his grandfather doesn't like Huzaifa being in this field at all.

After some discussion, he left for the village with Mueez's Uncle and the driver.

Huzaifa was nowhere to be seen while everyone was there. He left the house without breakfast.

When his grandfather asked about him before leaving, Rabia told him that Huzaifa had an important photoshoot for a magazine today, for which he had left early in the morning. And he didn't even know that Allah Dino Sahib was leaving, otherwise, he would never have left like this.

At first, she was still angry at Huzaifa for his overbearing behavior, but then, after her grandfather left, she became sad thinking about his leaving without his breakfast.

And in such a pang of sadness, when Huzaifa was not with her, she would often contact her school best friend, Anjum.

However, when she called her to lighten her mood, SHE Almost exploded her innocent mobile from her fierce anger.

And so, with the permission of her mother, she decided to go to Anjum's house with the driver.

When the car stopped in front of Anjum's house, she told the driver that he doesn't have to wait for her, she will herself call him to pick her up. Then She got out of the car.

Like Moomal, Anjum also lived in the Clifton area, and the watchman knew her because she has been coming here since childhood.

"Hello Maulabakhsh uncle, how are you ...?" Moomal greeted him as soon as she saw him.

He stood up and greeted her. "All thanks to Allah, I am good and healthy. May Allah bless you." saying this, he opened the heavy gate for her.

Moomal entered with a smile, walking through a small lawn, she rang the doorbell.

But after only one doorbell someone immediately opened the door from inside.

Anjum was glaring at her with so much anger that Moomal felt goosebumps all over her body. She probably had already seen Moomal from the window of her room upstairs, that's why she opened the door so quickly.

"Salaam madam Anjuman Aara. How are you? and why are you angry at your best friend...?"

Moomal looked at her with her cute smile and called her by her full name which Anjum doesn't like at all.

"Who is Anjuman Ara..? My name is only Anjum, and I don't know who you are...!!" Anjum spat those words at her and slammed the door on her face.

Moomal stared at the closed door in shock. "So she's very, very angry..."