Atifa's pov:
"Assalamualikum ammi. Aa- aap jaldi aa gayi aaj?" I said, surprised as well as shocked, not knowing what else to say. What if she asked me about Amira? What would I do? It was the one question which was roaming in my mind, eating me up from inside.
(Hi mom, Yo- you are early today?)
"Walikumussalam. Hmm... Kyu, koi problem hai?" Opening the strap of her heels, she hummed before asking me nonchalantly.
(Hello. Hmm... Why, is there any problem?)
"Nahi. Bas aise hi puch rahi thi." I replied quickly, closing the door and wiping the sweat forming on my upper lip.
(No. I was just asking you.)
"Accha. Paani dena mujhe." Rubbing her neck, she said while heading inside.
(Okay. Bring me a glass of water.)