Leaning on the crown of the bed. Her loose hairs were spread out like a silk on the pillow.
In her own world, she was repeatedly folding, unfolding her lock on her finger.
Lost in her own imaginary world, she looked like a beautiful statue.
Anjum, who was sitting next to her, was looking at the pictures of Maham's wedding on her mobile phone. She has no idea what she was talking about.
"Masha Allah, Maham's husband is very good looking, and both of them got married with their free consent. You both got married, and here I am, still don't know the place where my husband is coming from. What do I do Moomal?!"
Anjum asked. But Moomal was still lost in her thoughts, then how could she answer Anjum.
At Moomal's silence, she looked towards her. And seeing her lost in her own world, she became angry. But then an idea came to her devious mind.
With a wicked smile, she slowly moved closer to her ear and shouted her name. "Moomal!!"
