WrongSufferedAtHands

11.

Afiyah, who attempted to appear pleased among everyone, thought the wedding night was rather cozy and nice, even her interactions with her cousins became into gossip about her appearance and attire. But obstinate she would respond with a smile, and while she tried not to pay attention to them, she would end up crying in the corner.

After dinner, she ambled up to the stairs. She unzipped her luggage as she entered the dimly lit room; there she placed her cell phone in the little pocket within the corner's collection of cosmetics. She fetched the phone and fiddled with the buttons. Because Kainat hadn't contacted her afterwards, which she assumed the reason behind, she considered giving up the phone because Kainat's mother may have confiscated hers. Afiyah thought about it, she considered the possibility that Hassan would text her in the future. After all, she was still holding onto him.

She pushed the phone inside the purse when she overheard voices outside. She rose to her feet with unsteady legs and peered out the window to see figures in the distance climbing the stairs. She ducked behind the wall as she heard the two of them whisper something and then stumble into the vacant kitchen while giggling faintly.

When the pair disappeared, she attempted to descend the steps. She left the room with her heart in her throat and a weird sensation running through her, she intending to go down the stairs until her ear caught a name.

The voice came as a hush, but it was loud enough to be heard, so she was certain it was a girl calling Khizar. She crept to the kitchen, slowly and steadily and stood close to the wall out of pure curiosity. The voices became perceptible as she tiptoed nearer to the kitchen.

She couldn't identify the girl who was giggling quietly as she spoke in between spasms of laughter.

When Afiyah attempted to peer, her heart sank to her knees. She was too startled by what she witnessed to really believe it. She could make out the back of a girl and Khizar, who was actually exploiting the girl, by her own will.

Although it appeared like Khizar was kissing his fiancé, but the way his hands hovered all over her body made Afiyah want to throw up. She stood there and observes them up until Khizar shoved the girl against the wall.

Afiyah clutched her mouth in an effort to calm her quivering frame. She hurried down the stairs as she heard the girl made a low sound-a moan. With the sounds still echoing in her brain, she was compelled to flee from that point.

After seeing all of it, she wished she had kicked the bucket immediately.

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Afiyah's life took an enormous turn, veering in a direction she had never intended. Afiyah had watched them coming down stairs one after another, first Khizar and then his fiancé after an estimate of ten seconds aperture. Even though she wanted to blurt and inform someone—possibly Talal—what actually unfolded, she was in a condition of tranquilly. She then recalls Sameer stating, "You should've been silent. Since we don't have a mother to testify on our behalf and papa is the only parent with a fine amount of obligations as a burden on his chest."

You should've been silent.

She kept silence.

Afiyah checked her cell phone while remaining in the same room as the previous night. She lingered there aimlessly with her eyes riveted to the devise. Whereupon she heard someone clear their throat behind her, even before she whirled around, the blood had been drained from her face, and as soon as she did, a surge of rage erupted inside her.

Khizar was leaning against the door frame, his lips curved into a smirk.

"Only if I knew you have a cell phone, I would've asked for your number early."