Fiza's POV:
The next morning I was busy making breakfast for myself. I thought this day would be a better day since I don't have to see my hubby's scowling face. But I was wrong because, after a few minutes, my hubby dear called me and ordered me to take Sadaf's school uniform at the gate. Rolling my eyes on my own fate, I stride towards the main gate and on opening the door, I find him stepping out his car, wearing a charcoal-coloured suit.
Is he going on a date? Or is he just happy with his newfound freedom?
"Assalam o Alaikum." I said, covering the distance.
"Wallaikum Assalam." He mumbled, taking in my whole appearance.
"Someone looks quite radiant and... different." He commented.
Of course, I would look different. The dress I am wearing is not mine. I borrowed it from Sum
