-Fiza....It's been 3 months ....
Her grandpa began from the main point. She was somewhat taken aback. Are they planning to drive her out of this house?? well...doesn't seem to be impossible...
-Listen, dear, You have been 20 already. Don't you think you should start thinking about your own life??
Fiza remained expressionless. Life??? How can she think about LIFE When life itself is playing with her(!)
Grandpa sighed a little. He could not find the courage to speak more. So, he just passed the words with a pointed look to Fiza's father, Wazib Yaqub.
Wazib Yaqub, Eldest son of Yaqub family with a very mysterious personality. No one can ever guess what exactly Wazib has on his mind even after knowing him for years. One of the most famous lawyers in the country. He talks extremely less.
Wazib looked at his daughter without any emotions.
-Career or Marriage certificate?
Fiza stared at her dad. There was no articulation in his eyes. However, she felt as though his voice were trembling. Maybe, that was her imagination.... Of course, Fiza knows it, He hates her. He detests her so much that....He has not looked at her face properly since she returned from jail. So, there is zero chance of getting emotional, right?
- Wait, what are you saying??? That wasn't the arrangement??? Did we ever discuss her vocation?!
Hearing Wazib's words, his father poked on his hand. Though, Wazib disregarded his dad's talking and keep saying...
-I want your answer before bedtime. Now, dismiss...