"I love you Moomal"
The glass she was holding in her hand suddenly slipped from her grip and all water splashed on the table and her light blue dress.
"I...I am sorry.." she said stuttering and pulled out many tissues from the tissue box placed in front of her and started to dry her shirt, thankfully she had already finished more than half of the water, so her shirt hadn't gotten that much wet, just some splashes.
When she was cleaning her shirt, her hands were clearly shaking, and her cheeks, because of her tied hair, despite her lowered face, were clearly visible for Huzaifa to see their pinkish blush.
He thought she would get angry at him for blatantly that to her, that too in front of their 3-year-old son.
