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I have a question 🙋

Who's your favorite character amongst all my stories?

A| Humza

Omar

C| ♥

Junaid Villa

11.30 am

for she helped me in choosing the location. 😘 )

I didn't want to wake up as yet but certain voices of yelling, wailing and fighting from a mere distance weren't letting me sleep.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that. Humza will throw you out of the house b****." I heard a female voice. His name was enough to wake me up.

I was up in no time.

"You think you have got him wrapped around your finger but you are wrong. He was there with me consecutively for 4 nights." I cringe back in disgust and abhorrence.

I didn't want to eavesdrop but it was quite loud and booming, I didn't have to do much in order to listen.

Getting up from my bed, I traipse out of my room after wrapping a hijab loosely around my head. I was rubbing and kneading my eyes cause I was still sleepy.

The morning was cold and wintry, the chattering of my teeth was audible too. I suspire deeply before following the voices. It came from the vestibule. I cascaded down the staircase.

It was a scene to watch. I finally saw all his mistresses. They all were pretty and fetching to be honest and then there was me, a potato.

Why am I even comparing myself to them?

As I stepped in. All eyes splinter to me and I wanted to run back in. Malika stood alone while all the others stood at one side, they were having a cat fight.

I ceased myself from laughing. Malika's gaze was sharp and piercing. "Anaabiya come here. I need to show you something." Bibijaan's voice boomed. I knew she wanted to rescue me. I followed her into the kitchen without a word and as soon as I did, their rants resumed.

"What's happening?" I giggled.

"Better stay out of it. This happens once in a month atleast." Maliha titters along with Me.

"Why are they even fighting? Where is Humza? Why isn't he stopping this?" I probe.

"too curious. Are we?" Maliha spoke while adding salt to whatever she was cooking.

"I am just amused. I have never seen adults fighting like that." I pointed out.

"Yeah! yeah! I know. Malika is fighting because apparently only she is allowed to enter the foyer and not the others but today Shaila did. So they are fighting like idiots over it." Are these people even an adult?

"How kiddish is that?" I titter.

"I don't know when will Humza stop all of this." Bibijaan spoke sadly.

That man is a super duper idiot. A whole week had passed by since I last saw him properly. I wonder if he is trying to ignore or disregard me like I did. Might be he is taking a revenge. Not that I miss him but it's disturbing. I mean the moment he even knows that I am around, he absconds like he has seen a ghost.

He doesn't even look at me if I pass by. Although I would be honest that I was really overwhelmed with the way he behaved with Ahad the other day. That wasn't expected from him. He had ordered a lot of dishes from a hotel because my biryani wasn't enough and ample for all of us. That day I ate with him for the first time.

I remembered that some biryani was left in the vessel but when I came back to clean the mess, It was all cleaned. Maybe bibijaan cleaned it and threw the remaining away.

"What's happening?" His husky voice echoed accross the hall and all at once there was pin drop silence. I wanted to see what he would do, so I literally dragged and hauled Maliha with me to the hall.

The moment I entered, his eyes snapped to me. They were pitch dark as they rested on me and I wanted to cower and grovel back. He wasn't alone. Huzaifa and two other men were along with him.

Huzaifa mumbled an 'Assalamo alaikum' and I replied to him as well. Humza passed a glower to him and Huzaifa soon averted his gaze. Both are mad.

"Humza they all were bullying me just because you care for me so much. I don't understand what wrong have I done to any of them." Malika spoke and my jaws dropped to the floor. How fast can she even change her colors?

"They all decide to plot against me. They wanted me to go away. I don't even have a family Humza. Where would I go?" She sniveled and I had no clue that why wasn't anybody stopping her.

Humza was enraged and incandescent. His jaws were gritted and he was glaring at all of them. This was too much.

"Why isn't anyone Telling him the truth?" I murmured to Maliha.

"He won't listen. He is too protective about her." Maliha replied back and I don't know why I felt my insides clench.

"Is that true?" His husky voice scorches in the foyer. Every women in there had a scowl on their faces and that included me too.

Is he blind?

"Yes it is Humza. They even called me a bitch." She whimpered.

"She's lying." I raise my voice and all eyes were now on me. I don't even know why I said it.

"You are such a liar. She was the one who was constantly shouting at them calling them names, not the other way round." I tried to explain.

"Oh my god! Even she is jealous of me." Malika clinged onto Humza's arm and his lour on me intensified.

"Huh! Why would I be jealous of you? I am his wife." I stated. Is she crazy?

"Okay fine. Nobody wants to see me here. I'll leave then." She choked. What an actor? She could win an Oscar.

If I were allowed to, I would like to scratch that good looking face of hers.

"You are not going anywhere. It's on me to decide who'll stay and who'll leave." Humza snarled. His gaze was directed to me.

She was literally hugging him right now. How shameless is he?

I rolled my eyes as his hands wrapped around her waist protectively. I could see the victorious smile that danced upon Malika's lips, I mean we all could see.

I have had enough of it. I am his wife he should at least treat me with some respect.

"Why don't you two get married? You two look so adorable together. You both deserve each other so much." I chirped and all eyes were as wide as a soccer ball by now, but the widest of them all was that of Humza.

What? I am a girl and I can have mood swings.

"Hey, no need to be so amazed. I am ready to divorce you right now." I smiled brighter.

"You know wh.." I was interrupted when he hurls.

"Do not create a scene or I don't know what will I do next and I won't be responsible for it too." He thinks I am scared of him. Huh! Watch me.

"I am not scared of you. I never was. You know what, forget it I will talk to bashar uncle about it." and there I hit a nerve. I didn't know which one though. Humza's jaws had clenched visibly like never before and I heard a few gasps too. I didn't miss the way Maliha was constantly pinching my elbow, like indicating me to stop whatever I was planning to do.

Within seconds I felt a sharp and serrated pain in my neck. I couldn't breathe, I was chocked. Humza's hand gripped my neck tightly. My vision blurred as tears pool around without wasting a second.

"Don't you take my fathers name, you b**** and don't even dare to address that man as my father. I am going to kill you without any dismay." Humza snarled. Black dots formed around my eyes. I was going to die. I was crying even though I didn't want to.

"lee.. Leave." I managed to say. I tried moving his hand but his grip was so tight, my efforts were in vain.

No women dared to stop him. All I saw was Humza who was ready to kill me, Huzaifa and 1 more man who was trying their best to move Humza even though he didn't even budge, even Maliha had vanished from my side.

Atleast I will be with my parents soon. I wanted to shut my eyes close but I didn't and I continued to look him in the eye.

I Was going to mumble the shahaada when I saw Humza being slapped hard accross his face and soon his grip on my neck was loosened. I coughed heavily, trying to breathe at my normal pace. I felt someone engulfing me into their arms and then I saw bibijaan and Maliha. So Maliha had gone to call Bibijaan. I was somewhat thankful for that now.

Both were glaring at Humza. Humza seemed to have been in utter shock. Bibijaan was the one who slapped him.

"Bibijaan you a..." Humza tried to say but bibijaan raised a hand motioning him to shut up and he actually did.

"This time you crossed all limits Humza. You will regret this." She spat as she and Maliha ushered me to the side of the house I had never been to.

"I need to talk to you." Humza looked vulnerable to be honest. He looked like a mess.

"I don't want to. Go away. I don't even want to see your face." I shut the door at his face. I am no more going to take shit from him.

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E D I T E D on 15.1.2018