Ali was already sound asleep hugging his father's side, his head resting on Huzaifa's arm. He was looking very cute sleeping in that position, and Moomal couldn't help but pray for his good future.
Then she looked back at Huzaifa who was unaware of this world or anyone around him.
In just one year, he has lost a lot of weight and he was looking younger than he looked before, and more handsome too.
"Your fans must be cursing at me for marrying their prince charming and ruining his whole life and career." Looking at his face, She uttered in a hushed voice, as if speaking to herself.
Then she slowly touched his hand and slowly intertwined her fingers with his, feeling the warmth of his palm against her cold skin. A sigh left her mouth, feeling tired all of a sudden.
"It's been more than twelve months already, but you are still resting on this bed like a lazy person you always hated."
