Hot trail of salty water made its way down her cheeks on its own accord as her eyes felt heavy and were swollen. She wasn't crying. It was just that her heart was weeping on her sorrow and it's effect was shown on her face in the form of tears.
Sidra couldn't find it in herself to go back to the room. She couldn't face him. She was seated in the backyard simply staring at the sky and the wind was blowing happily, dancing around. Her dupatta and hijab which were loosely wrapped around her head were matching it's pace and she didn't either bothered to wrap them properly nor removeď the strands of hairs from her face which were being rebellious. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she kept staring at the sky full of stars, twinkling with delight. She felt as if they were mocking her and
