FIERY Love

sharing the Room with him

5

She was so lost in her pain and agony that she didn't even notice that Huzaifa had already came out of the bathroom after washing up.

Moomal was still sobbing with her face down when Huzaifa walked towards her and put his hand on her shoulder.

Startled, Moomal looked up in shock, and as soon as she saw Huzaifa's mixed expressions of surprise and worry, she realized her questioning condition.

The next moment, she again lowered her face and quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

"What's the matter, why are you crying like this? Huzaifa tilted her face up with his finger to look at her eyes.

Moomal's eyes were red, and despite her trying to control her emotions, Tears were still flowing out of them.

"Huzaifa."

Seeing Moomal suddenly in this state, Huzaifa became extremely worried.

"Tell me what happened, why are you crying like a child all of a sudden ...?"

Moomal kept looking at him with wet eyes, she didn't know how to explain and what to tell him, what was the reason for her crying so suddenly.

Huzaifa removed his hand from her chin when Moomal kept trying to tell something but couldn't because of her sobbing.

"Wait here, I'll get my aunt...," he said, turning to leave, but he hadn't taken a step forward when Moomal grabbed his arm and stopped him from leaving.

2

"No, Huzaifa. Don't call Mother at this time." She spoke in a weak voice.

Huzaifa turned towards her and took her hand in his and sat down on his one knee in front of her.

"Then tell me why you are crying...?"

Moomal turned her head in embarrassment. She had been controlling her emotions for so many years, then why did she let them loose today?

But what could she do? She's also a human who for so many years has been hiding her true feelings for this man from every single eye.

Perhaps today her marriage and Huzaifa's some old friend zone behavior worked as a nail in the coffin for her.

Huzaifa was waiting for her to speak as he could see in her eyes that she wanted to tell him something.

"I... I'm scared, very scared..." Moomal spoke softly. Her neck was slightly bent down. But her sight were fixed on her hand, which was still in Huzaifa's grip.

But the next moment she realized what she had just said. Stuttering, she looked up at him worriedly.

Huzaifa, who had been looking anxious a few moments ago, now seemed calm after Moomal's confession of her being scared.

Huzaifa smiled. "You're crazy, what's there to be scared of now...? You're my wife, and as long as I'm alive, no one can take you away from me or this house." He spoke confidently, without knowing how deeply his words have touched her heart.

Even though, she knew that His confession was just his concern for her not his love, She couldn't stop herself from feeling touched.

"Why are you looking at me like this? don't you trust me?"

He asked with artificial resentment when Moomal looked at him with such sad eyes.

"I do" Moomal replied with a light smile on her dry lips.

Huzaifa's face brightens up again at her short reply. And he stood up from the ground with her.

"You know how scary you look when you cry? I almost had a heart attack there for a moment." He didn't forget to tease her after comforting her.

Moomal looked at him pouting.

"What? You think i am lying? Fine, see for yourself." Watching her sullen expression, He grabbed her shoulder with both hands and turned her towards the mirror.

Still pouting, Moomal looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Her eyes were red with tears and all her mascara and liner were gone and only black strip marks were left on her cheeks.

She looked a little scary. . . . . .

Actually, very scary.

" Now go and freshen up, I want my friend back, not this ghost ..." Huzaifa almost locked her in the bathroom.

After turning the lock, she stood in front of the mirror.

The smile that came only for Huzaifa's sake, as soon as he disappeared from her sight, that smile had also disappeared from her lips and was replaced by tears in her eyes.

Half an hour later, when she came out of the washroom, she found Him lying on the couch in front of the bed.

"Why are you sleeping on the couch...?" She asked without thinking.

Huzaifa, who looked at her at the sound of the door, was stunned by her question.

"Why...? Do you want me to share the bed with you!?" Huzaifa asked in astonishment.

Moomal, who was unaware of the other meaning of her question, after Huzaifa's question she couldn't even look at him.

"No! I... I meant this is your room, so you can sleep on the bed, and I'll sleep on the couch. Furthermore, I didn't mean anything else." Her pink cheeks turned red now.

To hide her embarrassment she began to dry her wet hair with a towel.

"No I'm fine here, you sleep on the bed. anyway I'm so sleepy that I can sleep comfortably in the stable right now." After saying this he closed his eyes.

Today, after a long day's work, he was exhausted, and as soon as he closed his eyes, He fall asleep.

After drying her hair, she hanged her heavy lehenga (bridal suite) in the cupboard. Her aunt and mother had already put her clothes in Huzaifa's room. So she didn't have to worry about it.

After hanging her suit, her gaze turned to the sleeping Huzaifa.

Facing her, he was enjoying his deep sleep, alien to the rest of the world. He had one arm under his head and the other around the cushion he was holding to his chest.

She kept looking at him like that for a moment without knowing how many moments. With a thought, she turned to the cupboard again and took out an extra blanket from the cabinet just below the cupboard, and walked towards him.

She unfolded the blanket and spread it over him to his chest.

For a few moments, she kept looking at his closed eyes. Watching him relaxed, with a sigh, she moved to the bed.

But sleep was far from her eyes.

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"You Will obey me, right..?" holding her face in her hands, her mother Zareena asked her in a hopeful tone.

Moomal kept looking into her desperate eyes. She wanted to answer that she could not marry Huzaifa because he likes someone else.

she felt like she had failed her mother.

"Moomal, my daughter, I don't want to lose you. You know, there is nothing I can do if they come to take you. Your uncle wants to marry you with his son Zayn. We have no other choice except for marrying you to Huzaifa ."

Moomal placed her hand on hers And tilted her head downwards because she didn't want to upset her mother by showing her tears.

"You know my health. I don't know how long I can live. If you marry Huzaifa, my heart will be at peace that you are in safe hands."

"How can you say that Amma (mother)...! you will always be with me, nothing will happen to you. And, have I ever denied you before...? then how will I do it now? I will marry whomever you want. But please don't hurt me by saying such things."

"Okay, then I'll just go and tell your answer to my dear brother."

she was still in her dream when the sound of something falling caused her to wake up. And as soon as she opened her eyes, her eyes fall on Huzaifa, who was looking at her with a sheepish smile.

For several moments she did not understand his presence in her room, but still subconsciously covered her chest with the blanket.

"Sorry I disturbed your sleep... my mobile fell on the floor. Thank goodness it's safe." He told her embarrassedly showing her his latest model's mobile in his hand.

A few seconds later, Moomal finally remembered yesterday night's small function, when they got married.

she composed herself by taking a deep breath.

"It doesn't matter... It's ten o'clock anyway, Everyone must be waiting for breakfast," she said, looking at the time, and started tying her golden brown hair in a loose bun.

After tying her hair, When she looked at Him, she found him staring at her so intently.

"What are you looking at like this...?" She asked too softly but with an embarrassed tone and got up from the bed after spreading the dupatta over her shoulders.

"What? Nothing...! " He shook his head in denial and suddenly looked away from her now tied up bun.

"I'm going downstairs, you can come later after you freshen up ." saying that, he left the room without delay.

Moomal walked to the closet in a daze and took out a sky blue suit and went to the bathroom.

It took her half an hour to get ready because she did a little make-up today.

She came out of the room wearing a dupatta ( scarf ). But as soon as she left the room, she heard loud noises coming from the living room.

Hearing these voices, her heart stopped beating.

No one in the house dares to speak like that in the presence of her Maternal grandfather.

So who are they...?

Since Huzaifa's room was at the back of the first floor. She could not see the people in the living room. She quickly walked towards the stairs and hurried down to the living room.

And as soon as she saw the people there, she felt like someone has taken her soul out of her body.