#Chapter77
Mahnoor's POV:
/"Give me your phone./" He stretched out his hand to me. I immediately gave it to him, didn't want to be the victim of his anger.
We got home late from Natasha's house that night and yesterday he left for work early morning and came back after midnight. I happened to be awake when he came back. Wearing a jet black tuxedo, his eyes were red from lack of sleep and he looked so exhausted. Without saying a word, he changed into nightclothes and went to sleep.
Later that night when I woke up to pray Fajr, his mobile rang. At first, he puts it on silent but when the vibration didn't stop, he threw his phone to the wall with full force and went back to sleep.
And the phone didn't vibrate after that...
/"And buy a new handphone for me. I want them all in one hour./" I looked at his frowning face.
Why is he so angry...?
/"What?/" He barked and I quickly shook my head.
