"I do." Haris had said the last words. After the dua (Supplication for the bride and groom after nikah) everybody started congratulating each other. When Usman reached in the crowd to congratulate Humna, she looked at him with hope in her eyes.
"Is he coming?" She asked.
"He will be at the wedding," He smiled.
"He was not at the engagement, now he is not at my nikah, Who knows whether he will be on the wedding or not." She said, suppressing her tears in her eyes.
"He is not so good at maintaining the relations." Usman sighed, looking out in the crowd.
"Yes." Humna nodded.
"Humna, go and sit beside Haris on the stage." Moona came near them and glared at Humna.
"What happened to her?" When she had sat on the stage, Moona asked Usman.
"Nothing, she was just asking about Mr. Zain," Usman said.
"He must be at the wedding." Moona said.
"I'll ask him." Usman nodded and excused himself as he had seen Moona's father coming towards them.
"Salam, baba." Moona said. She didn't even look at him. Her expression was stern and she was looking at the crowd with a cold gaze.
"How are you?" Ubaid asked.
"I am very well." She replied and then turned to him, "Do you sleep well?"
"What do you mean?" Ubaid looked at her, confused.
"Do you find yourself able to sleep soundly after all you have done to me?" Moona asked again, tears forming in her eyes.
"What are you talking about, My dear?"
"Just think about all the trouble you have caused to your only daughter!!" Moona said and went inside. Yumna had witnessed all the conversation and gave her father a cold gaze as this was Khalil's idea to invite Ubaid to the ceremony. Khalil could not stand the coldness in the gaze of her middle daughter so he turned to his wife who was telling him how happy she was. He smiled and put his arm over her shoulders pulling her in half hug.
That night after everyone had gone to their rooms, Humna was sitting on the edge of her bed with her mobile In her hands. She had changed her light pink maxi and was now in comfortable clothes. Her face was clear of any sign of makeup. The mobile in her hands started ringing. She looked at the screen. It was an unknown number. She smiled and after some moments, picked up the call.
"Assalamu-alaikum." She greeted,.
"Wa-Alaikum-as-salam." It was Haris on the other side. Humna remained silent in response, so Haris had to continue the conversation. "Congratulations."
"Same to you." Humna smiled.
"Do you feel anything different?" Haris asked.
"Depends on what do you mean." Humna said.
"About us."
"Yes, you are my husband now, so obviously I feel different," Humna said raising from her bed.
"You were looking great today." Haris said.
"Thanks," Humna said, her cheeks turning to a slight pink shade.
"A man also wants his praise from the one person whom he loves." Haris sighed.
"Yes, you too were looking very handsome." Humna said quickly. Haris laughed at her reaction. "What?" She asked.
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Widow
Mystery / ThrillerMoona wanted to stop him, to ask him not to go, because deep down she was afraid. She was sfraid of loosing him, she was afraid that she might not see him again. A tear rolled on her cheek as she watched the closed door... After all he was a police...
