"I was actually feeling proud of her."
"I knew this would happen,"
"Should we take her to a hospital? What if something happened to her?"
"I don't think so, she has always been like this, always faint at the sight of blood."
Huzaifa looked at the unconscious Moomal on the bed and again looked at his father, who was calm as lake water.
"Are you sure?" He doesn't know why but he was getting worried looking at her like this.
Mueez Sahab looked at him, making him looked away in shame. "I just don't want her to get angry when she got up."
"Does it even matter?" In a second Mueez sahab's voice turned cold.
Huzaifa knew what he meant by that. "Yes, it does."
"She doesn't want to be with you, in just one and a half months, the court will give her the decree and she'll leave this country again." Mueez Sahab cruelly reminds him of this fact.
