She was waiting for him and it was nearly 11. pm in the night but he did not come.
"Where he could be? Why did he walk out of the house these days?" she thought worried.
She was all alone in the huge house, maids were all gone as well because of the pandemic. Her phone beeps and she grabs the phone from the surface of bed sheets. The atmosphere was chilly and anxious at the same time.
It was an SMS from Hunza and at the same time, she received a text from Hania in their combined WhatsApp group.
"Have you heard? Professor has given us the topics to finish our assignment and we have to submit it by morning," said Hunza.
"What?" she typed with a scary emoji.
"Yeah, I am telling you the truth, here are topics for us," said Hania.
"It is about the history of modern sciences, I can do that easily. Hunza got Biotechnical war, oh I wish I could research that," typed Hania. Hunza sends her a hand emoji.
"Thanks, Hunza, and you Saliha, are going to get FTV Virus and it's effect on humans," Hania typed.
"Oh great, good luck to me. What made the professor thing that I could do that, is holly christ. The FTU virus guys, the current pandemic? Guys, I can't even find it on the internet because there is no research on it yet," Saliha said, almost crying.
"Professor said, he needs reports in the morning," said Hunza.
Saliha started panicking.
"Saliha relax, if you need help I can send you my daddy's number or you can come here for help," said Hania.
"Coming here? In the middle of the night?" asked Saliha.
"Relax, ask Roman, he will drop you," said Hania.
"Roman is with Emaad," said Hunza.
"Wait, how do you know," Hania's curious SMS appeared.
"Emaad told me," Hunza said.
"Since you guys are so talkative with each other? Did I miss something?" asked Hania.
"Hania," Hunza typed with an angry emoji.
"Guys, tell me.." Saliha typed with a sad emoji.
"I am coming to get you as I am living near to your house," Hunza typed.
"Yeah great idea, we guys are going to do a pajama party," typed Hania, excited.
"Yeah, first finish this idiotic assignment," said Hunza.
"I am getting ready," Saliha said.
"Bravo," Hunza typed.
She got up and prepared her bag. She grabs her phone.
"Shall I inform the devil?" she thought.
She dialed his number but it was unreachable.
"Now what I will do?" she thought. "I will tell him later," she muttered and walked towards her wardrobe. It was the start of December and she had nothing to wear according to the season.
"It is very cold and how I am supposed to wear these bare clothes?" she thought.
She chose a pair of jeans and a top.
She wore them and then she stood in front of the mirror.
"I need a jacket," she thought and something sparked in her mind.
"I think I should grab something from the devil," she thought and walked towards his room.
His room was all dark, she turned on the light and walked towards his wardrobe. He opened the wardrobe's door and a very familiar scent touched her senses. She takes a deep breath.
"Why do I like it so much? Focus Saliha focus," she said to herself. It was his scent.
She grabs one of his many leather jackets. It was cream in color and very stylish.
"This will do for a while," she muttered and wore it and it was twice bigger than her size but it was comfortable.
"Things I do for cold," she whispers and turns when something falls from the wardrobes and breaks. She looks down horribly. It was a glass box and a plastic box kept in it. Grabs the plastic box and almost cries.
"He will kill me. He will kill me. Now what I will do?" her heart started rushing fast.
"I, I don't know..." she was panicking and then she put the plastic box in her bag and cleaned the shattered glass.
"I...I won't let him know. If he will ask me I will lie. But how? He will dig the truth by looking inside my eyes," she thought and then she heard the horn's sound. She gasped.
"He is home?" she thought and walked towards the window. A car was parked in front of their house but it was not his. Her phone rang and Hunza's name appeared on the phone.
"No, no, no, Hunza is here. I need to go," she thought. She turned and cleaned the shattered glass and threw them in the dustbin and then grabbed the plastic bag came out of the broken glass box and put it in her bag.
She turned off the lights and grabbed her Bag.
Hunza was continuously beeping the horn.
She walked out of the house and locked the door.
"Coming," she said aloud and rushed towards the car.
She got inside the car. "Have you informed Roman?" asked Hunza.
She rolls her eyes.
"The devil's phone is not ringing," she said.
Hunza chuckled.
"You still call your husband a devil?" she asked.
"Yeah, I do..." Saliha said, and Hunza accelerated the car.
"So, what's the plan?" asked Hunza.
"About what?" Saliha asked.
"The pajama party, you silly," Hunza said.
"Yeah, for me I know I won't be able to do it because my assignment is most hillarius," Saliha said, exhausted.
Hunza took a deep breath.
"Don't worry Hania said her father will help you," Hunza said.
Saliha took a deep breath.
**********Hania's father was thin and tall with blond hair and going bald. He had grey eyes and a fair complexion. Her mother Zara on the other hand was tall, tan, and had curly hair. Hania was a lot like her mother.
"Hello, Saliha, and hello dear Hunza, hope you are doing great. Hania talks a lot about you," said Zara.
"Hello Aunty, it is nice to meet you," said Hunza.
"Pleasure to meet you," said Saliha smiling.
"Pleasure is all ours' dear," said Mr. Adam with interest. He was looking at Saliha. "I am very good friend with Imran," he said.
"You know my uncle?" asked Saliha.
"We work together, I and your aunt work for a milartary base in Science and technology sectors and he is a military officer," said Mr. Adam, smiling.***********
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