Chapter 43, what’s his relationship with Ruby?

Though she was helping her Mother and Aunt in the kitchen. But her mind was repeatedly thinking about Huzaifa.

Last evening, he had texted her to inform her that he was far from home for his work and could not return home. But even then, she couldn't stop herself from worrying about him.

All night she was tossing and turning in bed thinking about him. And the utter silence in their room made her even more restless.

She couldn't believe that she was even missing the sound of his light snoring.

She remembers how in the early days of their marriage, she used to put a pillow over her ears to avoid this noise. But now, without them, she felt like something was missing to make her fall asleep.

Just wow..

Thinking about all this, a smile spread on her pink lips. Of which she herself was unaware.

"Smiling like this, she must be thinking about Huzaifa...?" Her mother said to Sughra beghum. They were both looking at her smiling face with amusement.

"No, no Amma..." she immediately denied, but Zarina Beghum smiled and rubbed her hair with compassion.

"Well, where is he? Why hasn't he come yet..?" Sughra beghum asked.

"Aunty, he messaged me that he's busy, he would be home when he is done with his work." Moomal lied hesitantly. The truth was that she had called and texted him many times this morning, but he did not reply to a single message.

"why is he so busy all the time..? I don't know how many times a month he has to spend the night outside the house. I am now terrified by his staying out."

"Don't worry about it, sisters-in-law, he is a sensible child, he won't do anything wrong. Zarina Begum consoled her.

"I know he's grown up now, but look at how bad the environment is nowadays. We don't even know who he hangs out with, I don't know who he's friends with, his dad doesn't like his work, but, just because of these things, his heart is always worried for him."

Moomal, who was quietly listening to them before, came out of the kitchen quietly after a while and sat in the living room and started calling Huzaifa again from her mobile. But after two rings, Huzaifa cut off her call.

She looked at her mobile in shock. Sniffing, she wanted to call him again, but at that exact moment, Huzaifa entered the living room.

"Huzaifa! , where have you been...? I have been calling you for a long time, but..."

"Come with me..."he said and took her upstairs to his room.

"What happened...? Why are you taking me to the room like this...?"Moomal asked in a worried tone. But Huzaifa said nothing and brought her to their room and made her stand in front of him.

"What's the matter...? Has something happened...?"Moomal was startled to see the seriousness on his face.

She could see that he wanted to say something, looking at her with a contemplating expression, he looked hesitant as if he was weighing his words ten times before saying anything. Seeing all this, she moved two steps closer to him and couldn't stop herself from extending her hand and placing it on his cheek with care.

Whether it was Moomal's worried face or the care in her eyes for him, Huzaifa closed his eyes for two moments and placed her hand on his lips and kissed it.

As he did so, Moomal became embarrassed and withdrew her hand from his grip.

As soon as she retracted her hand, Huzaifa opened his red eyes and looked at her with despair.

She felt a pang of regret in her heart.

She did not understand what was going on that made him this distressed.

"Huzaifa, for god's sake, please don't keep quiet like this, tell me what's the matter."

"I want to tell you something..."

Moomal's heart was pounding warning her that what Huzaifa wanted to say would probably change everything. But she kept talking to him with her own eyes.

"I was stupid.. i.. I didn't know I lo..."

"Huzaifa! Where are you..?! Come down right now!" Before Huzaifa could complete his sentence, they heard Mueez Uncle's ragefull voice.

Moomal and Huzaifa both looked at each other in shock.

"Huzaifa, uncle is calling you, let's go..." she said and walked towards the door, but Huzaifa stopped her by holding her hand. "Listen to me first."

She was already aware of the growing rift between Moeez Sahib and Huzaifa, and now his anger seemed to be a matter of great trouble.

"No, Huzaifa, let's hurry before he gets even angrier with you."Moomal took his hand and led him out of the room.

"It's a lie! Huzaifa can never do that!"

"Let him come and ask him yourself!"

From the living room, they could hear the ongoing discussion between Mueez Sahib and Sughra Begum. They both entered the living room with confusion on their faces.

Mueez Sahib and Sughra Beghum were standing there, Mueez Sahib's face was turning red with rage, while Sughra Begum's face had turned pale in fear and shock.

Zarina Begum was standing silently, but she looked disturbed. It didn't look right at all.

"Baba, what's the matter, you...?"Huzaifa asked looking at Mueez Sahib anxiously, but Mueez Sahib did not answer and slapped him hard on the face.

The echo of this slap was felt by every person present there..

"Mueez! What are you doing!?" Sughra Begum shouted and stood between him and her son Huzaifa

Huzaifa was in a state of shock.

Moomal, With wide eyes, was still holding his arm. She did not understand what was happening. She couldn't believe that her uncle could ever raise his hand at Huzaifa.

"Ask your son who is Ruby Ahmed, and what is his relationship with her...?!"

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