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72~Talaq/Divorce

Habiba's POV:

"What... How did you get this?" I muttered snatching his phone away.

"How much did they threaten you to do this?" He sighed.

"No one threatened me!"

"Then why were you recording this?"

"It's what you see, I did all that you heard."

"Stop lying, I know you too well...

"No! You don't know me!" I snapped.

"Habiba why are you doing this to yourself, do you know the repercussion of this record?"

"What repercussion? I don't know any, please ignore this, I will delete this right now." I sighed tapping the delete icon, he snatches the phone back.

"Delete it a million times and I will recover it back."

"The last time you told me to stay away and not to get involved when they implicated you at Najib's party, but today don't stop me, I will go to Najib and show him this."

"Please Abdul don't, I beg you."

"Why? Why should I watch you ruin your life?"

"Because it's my life, you have no right to interfere!" I yelled.

"Oh really? Then watch me interfere." He snaps walking away.

"Yes it's true, I'm being threatened." I cried drawing his attention back.

"I knew it!" He snaps.

"Then why are you letting them do that? That night you went through hell for simply wearing his mother's dress, do you know what he will do if he hears this?"

"I know, but unfortunately there's nothing I can do Abdul, I'm trapped."

"How and why can't you fight back." He glares jerking me close.

"My mother, they are threatening to kill her." I cried.

"What?!" He gasps.

"Yes Abdul, for the past weeks I had no peace, I've been dealing with a lot, I'm scared, what if they hurt her if I don't give into their will, she is in their custody as I speak."

"Why didn't you tell me all this while, aren't we friends?!"

"I didn't want to burden anyone, after all, Najib and I have decided to divorce once Grandma returns, so I should return to my mother."

"So you're just going to let them win? You're willing to lose to them again?"

"Win? This is not a win-or-lose situation, it's my mother we're speaking of, I have nothing to lose or win if I stay here, but my mother she's all I have."

"Hmm... It's so unfortunate that Najib doesn't realize what he has."

"Please Abdul, I request you to delete the video, just let me handle this myself."

"Fine! But I won't let them humiliate you!"

"It's fine, as long as I reunite with my mother, I can take all forms of humiliation."

"Take this and wipe your tears your mascara is smudged." He hands his handkerchief.

"Thanks, I appreciate your concern, but just let it be, let's return to the party." I sighed.

And just as we turned to leave, we met Najib gazing at us.

He looked numb.

"What... are you doing here?" I stuttered hoping he didn't hear our conversation.