RukhsarQadir

Seeing her in someone else's arms, why did it feel like he had lost the entire world?```

He couldn't understand why he was acting like this.


The unknown and indescribable amount of emotions welling up within threatened to rip his heart apart.

Moomal! He called out to her but only silence replied to him.


She finally removed her hand from the lock.


Before Huzaifa could understand what was going on she suddenly turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, locking him in a tight embrace.

He was shocked by her sudden intimacy yet he subconsciously grabbed onto her waist and held her tighter to his body, their bodies were pressing against one another intensely that it seemed like they would melt into each another.

"I hate that I love you so much..." Her soft words felt like a hammer to his heart, and the peace he had felt for two moments added to his distress even more.


The pain he goes through. 
He still feels broken.
Who will fix his cracks?

I hate that I love You

"No," said Moomal, shaking her head in denial. But Anjum was not convinced. Putting both hands on her waist, she looked at her with frowned brows but said nothing.

Her deep gaze forced Moomal to squirm. "I'm not lying." She said rubbing her forehead with her hand.

"Okay? Then why haven't you divorced him till today?"

"Because I have to come back to Pakistan for that, and I didn't think it necessary." She resorted to half-truth and half lie.

Anjum was still not satisfied with her answer, but when she mentioned coming back to Pakistan, it reminded her of the real reason for her coming here.

"But now you have to come to Pakistan."

" Why?" Moomal didn't understand her meaning.

"Because I'm getting married in fifteen days," Anjum told her and shrugged her shoulders as if she was giving her news of the weather, not her marriage.

Chapter: 83, long time no see...