3 Chapter 3

Moomal was still sobbing with her face down, when Huzaifa approached her worried and put her hand on her shoulder.

Momal looked up in shock, and as soon as she saw Huzaifa's surprised and worried face, she remembered her condition. The next moment she lowered her face again and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

"What's the matter, why are you crying like this ...?" Huzaifa put his finger under her chin and raised her face.

Momal's eyes were red and Tears were still flowing out of them.

"Huzaifa.........."

Seeing Moomal suddenly in this state, Huzaifa became extremely worried.

"Tell me what happened , why are you crying like a child all of a sudden ...?"

Moomal kept looking at him with wet eyes, she didn't know how to explain and what to tell him , what is the reason for her crying so suddenly.

Huzaifa removed his hand from her chin when Momal kept trying to tell something but couldn't because of her sobbing .

"Wait here, I'll get Aunt...," he said, turning to leave, but he hadn't taken a step forward when Moomal grabbed him by the arm and stopped him from leaving .

"No, Huzaifa. Don't call Mother at this time." She spoke in a weak voice.

Huzaifa turned towards her and took her hand in his and sat down on his one knee in front of her.

"Then tell me why you are crying ...?"

Moomal turned her head in embarrassment. she had been controlling her emotions for so many years, why did she let them loose today? . ?

But what should she do? . ? She's is also a human ,who for so many years hid the state of her heart from every eye, perhaps today the scale of her emotions was full, which overflowed like this.

Huzaifa was waiting for her to say something as he could see the deep shadows of her thoughts on her face.

"I'm scared, Huzaifa...?" Moomal said softly. Her neck was slightly bent. But her eyes were on her hand, which was still in Huzaifa's grip.

But the next moment she realized what she had said. Stuttering, she looked at Hazifa worriedly .

Hazifa, who had been looking anxious a few moments ago, now seemed calm after Moomal's confession about her being scared .

"You're crazy , what's there to be afraid of now...? You're my wife, and as long as I'm alive no one can take you away from me, or from this house ..." Huzaifa smiled. He spoke confidently, without knowing how deeply his words had touched Moomal's heart.

She knew in that moment , that Hazifa's confession was a matter of concern, not of love. . But she can't stop feeling that way.

"What are you looking at like this ...? Don't you trust me ...?"

Huzaifa asked with artificial resentment when Moomal looked at him with such sad eyes.

Moomal replied with a light smile on her dry lips. " I do . . . "

Huzaifa's face brighten up again at Moomal's short reply. He got up from the ground and also picked up Moomal from the seat.

"you know how scary you look when you cry. I had a heart attack there for a moment. After seeing you like that ." After comforting her , He didn't forget to tease her. On which he got her punch on his shoulder.

"What ...? You don't believe me....? Fine , see for yourself." Huzaifa grabbed her by shoulder and turned her towards the mirror.

Moomal saw her reflection in the mirror.

Her eyes were red with tears and all her mascara was gone and scars were left on her cheeks.

She looked a little scary. . . . . . Actually very hideous.

"Look ...! Now go and freshen up, and when You get out of the washroom, I want my friend back, not this ghost ..." Huzaifa almost locked her in the bathroom.

Moomal locked the door and took out her clothes from the cupboard and with heavy steps stood in front of the mirror.

The smile that came only for Huzaifa's sake, as soon as he disappeared from her sight , that smile had also disappeared from her lips, and was replaced by tears in her eyes.

Half an hour later, when she left the washroom, she found Huzaifa lying on the sofa in front of the bed.

"Why are you sleeping on the couch...?" She asked without thinking.

Huzaifa , who looked at her at the sound of the door, was stunned by Momal's question.

"Why...? do you want me to share share the bed with you ...!?!" Huzaifa asked in astonishment.

Moomal, who was unaware of the other meaning of her question, was embarrassed by Huzaifa's question.

"No...! I... Mmm ... I meant this is your room so you sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the couch. I didn't mean anything else." Her pink cheeks turned red now.

To hide her embarrassment She began to dry her wet hair with a towel.

"No I'm fine here, you sleep on the bed... anyway I'm so sleepy that I can sleep comfortably in the stable right now." After saying this he closed his eyes. Today, after a long day's work, he was very tired. And that's why as soon as he lay down, He fell asleep.

after drying her hair , Moomal was hanging her heavy lehenga ( bridal suit) in the cupboard. Her aunt and mother had already put her clothes in Huzaifa's room. So she didn't have to worry about it.

After hanging her suit, her gaze went to the sleeping Huzaifa .

Facing her, he was enjoying a deep sleep, alien to the rest of the world. He had one arm under his head and the other around the cushion he was holding to his chest.

She kept looking at him like that for a moment without knowing how many moments. Then, after some thought, she turned to the cupboard again and took out an extra blanket from the cabinet just below the cupboard and walked towards him.

She unfolded the blanket and spread it over him to his chest

Seeing him relaxed, she herself lay down on the bed.

But sleep was far from her eyes.

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"Will you obey me?" Zarina Beghum asked in a hopeful tone, holding her face with her hands.

Moomal kept looking into her desperate eyes. She wanted to answer that she could not marry Huzaifa because he likes someone else.

she had failed her mother.

"Moomal, my daughter, I don't want to lose you. You know, there is nothing I can do if they come to pick you up. We have no other choice but to marry you and Huzaifa." Moomal placed her hand on hers. And tilted her head downwards, because she didn't want to upset her mother by showing tears in her eyes.

"You know my health. I don't know how long I can live. If you marry Huzaifa, my heart will be at peace."

"how can you say that Amma...! you will always be with me, nothing will happen to you."

"have i ever denied you before , then how will I do it today? I will marry whomever you want. But please don't bother me by saying such things."

"Okay, then I'll just go and tell your answer to my dear brother."

she was fast asleep when the sound of smething falling coused her to wake up. And as soon as she opened her eyes, her eyes fell on Huzaifa , who was looking at her with an embarrassed smile.

For several moments she did not understand his presence in her room, and unconsciously covered her chest with the blanket .

"Sorry... my mobile fell out of my hand. Thank goodness it's safe." Huzaifa said embarrassingly showing her his latest model's mobile in his hand.

A few seconds later, Moomal finally remembered yesterday's evening , when they got married. she composed herself with a deep breath.

"It doesn't matter... It's ten o'clock anyway. Everyone will be waiting for breakfast," she said, looking at the time, and started tying her golden brown hair.

After tying her hair , When she looked at Hazifa again, she found him staring at her intently.

Moomal's heart rate suddenly increased .

"What are you looking at like this ...?" She said softly but with a sneer and got up from the bed after spreading the dupatta on her shoulders.

"What...? Nothing ...! " Huzaifa shook his head in denial and suddenly looked away from her now tied hair.

"I'm going downstairs , you can come after you freshen up ." After saying that, he left the room without delay.

Moomal walked to closet in a daze and took out a sky blue embroidered suit and went to the bathroom.

It took her half an hour to get ready, because she did a little make-up today.

She came out of the room wearing a dupatta ( scarf ). But as soon as she left the room, she heard loud noises coming from the living room.

Hearing these voices, her heart stopped beating. No one in the house dares to talk like that in the presence of her Maternal grandfather.

so who are they...?

Since Huzaifa's room was at the back of the first floor. She could not see the people in the living room. She quickly moved towards the stairs.

She hurried down the stairs to the living room.

And as soon as she saw the people there, her breath stopped.

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Should I continue or drop this book?