"I am downstairs." This short sentence felt like a hammer in her already stormed mind.
She didn't need to ask to know which house Huzaifa was talking about. He is currently under the same roof where she eagerly wanted to see him.
But she didn't know if it was her anxiety to see Huzaifa again, or she was scared of the new storm that would come with his presence here.
She knew, Mueez uncle and her grandfather were also present in the house at the moment, and what will happen if Huzaifa and them come face to face.
Suddenly her hands started shaking out of fear and nervousness.
This new panic had made her restless. She did not know what to do...?
Call him back and ask him to leave the house immediately?
Or just go downstairs and tell everyone the truth that Huzaifa didn't do anything wrong, because it was her who had given him the permission for a second marriage. Because their marriage was done only in name to prevent her life being ruined.
