The whole house was abuzz with guests from abroad, Anjum had no idea if it was her house or the fish market, where not only was her sleep disturbed, but her cousins, who before did not even consider it necessary to smile and talk to her, were shedding tears as if she was not getting ready for her mayoon function, but being sold in the market.
And Moomal, who was sitting on her bed, instead of helping her, was enjoying watching her and her cousins with a smile on her face.
At this time, she was wearing a black gown that Anjum had given her as a gift. It was the same gown she had designed, and it took her more than a month to make. But she did not know that Anjum had already bought it for her.
Anjum beckoned Moomal to save her from these dramatic girls, but Moomal, smiling, shrugged her shoulders and got up and quietly left the room.
