Chapter22

#Chapter22

Fiza's POV:

The next morning I was busy making breakfast for myself. I thought this day would be a better day since I don't have to see my hubby's scowling face. But I was wrong because, after a few minutes, my hubby dear called me and ordered me to take Sadaf's school uniform at the gate. Rolling my eyes on my own fate, I stride towards the main gate and on opening the door, I find him stepping out his car, wearing a charcoal-coloured suit.

Is he going on a date? Or is he just happy with his newfound freedom?

/"Assalam o Alaikum./" I said, covering the distance.

/"Wallaikum Assalam./" He mumbled, taking in my whole appearance.

/"Someone looks quite radiant and... different./" He commented.

Of course, I would look different. The dress I am wearing is not mine. I borrowed it from Sumbul as I didn't bring any clothes with me.

/"Thank you. You also look quite radiant today. Perhaps you feel more relaxed without us./"