Chapter Eight
"Zohan, I know you are going to get married to her in a few months, but going at an all alone woman’s house at this time, is not convenient. This shouldn’t happen again." Irtaza tells him in a stern voice.
A look of realization comes across Zohan's face, he knew Irtaza was right. People won't hesitate to point fingers at Mushk, All this was okay in his elite class society, but not here.
"Did you understand?" Irtaza asks him gruffly, folding his arms on his chest.
"Yes bro! I'm sorry, you're right. I’ll not do it again." saying this, Zohan takes his leave.
Irtaza lets out a tiring breathe looking up at the sky. Feeling someone's gaze on him he turns back to see Mushk standing there. Mushk looks down feeling his strong gaze on her.
"Next time he comes again, don't forget to message me or call me, good thing you messaged me early.” Irtaza mutters at her, he turns to take his leave when stops hearing a soft melodious whisper, churning his stomach.
"Thank you!" Mushk whispers to him who's back is facing her.
Nodding at her, his lips threaten into breaking a smile. Soft breeze passes through them, as if silently laughing at their communication. Shaking his head he leaves from there hearing the door shut, he starts laughing, his shoulders shaking when he tried to control his laughter.
He didn't knew why he was laughing, there was nothing funny.
What she didn't knew that this was a warning for her, that the storm is coming for her and she should prepare herself for the upcoming storm.
Tightening the shawl around her, she keeps the once hot chocolate on the table and sits near Mujtaba, snuggling into him. He leans in the arms of his aunt, which provided him a sense of protection and security.
"What’s wrong my love?" Mushk asks him, kissing his forehead.
"Aunt, when will God cure mom and dad? I miss them." Mujtaba looks up at her, his brown orbs shining in tears.
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