After the shooting, he went to the bungalow immediately. When he got there, he rang the door bell, but no one opened the door. Then he got a duplicate key out of his car, opened the door himself and entered.
But only silence and darkness welcomed him. The whole house was empty and silent.
Thinking that she must have gone out for her work, he called her from his mobile. Which was picked up on the second ring.
"Hello, Huzaifa, I am in an important shooting. I will call you later." Before he could say a word, the call was cut off from the other side.
Huzaifa angrily threw his mobile on the bed and held his head in both hands.
Ever since he returned from the village, his days have been similarly restless, and so despite his fatigue, he spends all his time shooting. But after finishing his shooting, his condition would again be like that of a lost traveler in the desert who could do nothing but wander alone.
