Mahnoor's POV:
It felt like moments passed in slow motion. No one said or did anything, but as soon as Moosa stepped into the kitchen, Yawar dashed off saying, "Assalam o Alaikum, MB... I just remembered I have work to do."
Traitor...!
Now it was just me and Moosa in the kitchen. He was staring at me and I didn't know what to do. He bent down, picking up the spoon and slowly walked over to me.
"S-sorry! I didn't mean to hit you. It was an accident." I stuttered.
"Take responsibility." Putting the spoon on the kitchen counter, he stood inches away from me.
"Huh?"
"Wipe it."
"Take a bath. It will wash away eventually." I turned to the other shelve.
Instead of going back, he gets a hold of my hand and pulled me into a hug, burying his head in my neck. I gasped when the mixture came i
