Leaning on the crown of the bed. Her loose hairs were spread out like a silk on the pillow.
In her own world, she was repeatedly folding, unfolding her lock on her finger.
Lost in her own imaginary world, she looked like a beautiful statue.
Anjum, who was sitting next to her, was looking at the pictures of Maham's wedding on her mobile phone. She has no idea what she was talking about.
"Masha Allah, Maham's husband is very good looking, and both of them got married with their free consent. You both got married, and here I am, still don't know the place where my husband is coming from. What do I do Moomal?!"
Anjum asked. But Moomal was still lost in her thoughts, then how could she answer Anjum.
At Moomal's silence, she looked towards her. And seeing her lost in her own world, she became angry. But then an idea came to her devious mind.
With a wicked smile, she slowly moved closer to her ear and shouted her name. "Moomal!!"
" hnnn!" Moomal got startled and moved back in reflex.
Anjum was laughing out loud at her.
Moomal glared at her even though her heart was still pounding like crazy.
"What is this Anjum!? You know I am easily shocked, do you want to kill me!? She put her hand on her chest and glared at her indignantly.
"I was speaking to you so long but you were not even listening to m. Be grateful that I didn't pull your ears."Anjum said in a complaining tone.
"I was thinking about something."
Now Anjum looked at her with interest. "Well, Tell me how is your husband? Has something new started between you two or is your train still on the friendship track ...?"
Mammal shook her head in denial. "What would happen ? We are still the same as we were before. Just good Friend."She couldn't hide the bitterness in her tone.
Anjum kept looking into her sad eyes, then she looked around and asked."This room belongs to Huzaifa, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, why are you asking?"at her sudden question, she looked at her with questioning eyes.
"But now you two share this room?"Anjum asked with a devilish smile.
"Don't think nonsense, I sleep on the bed and he sleeps on the couch"said Moomal in a disgusted tone.
"Still, you two are in the same room, something must have?" Anjum raised her eyebrows with the same devilish smile and asked her in an interrogative manner, leaving her speechless.
"You dirty-minded!" Moomal picked up a pillow from her side and hit her on the head. "Nothing like that happened! Give your evil brain a break."
But Anjum still couldn't believe it. "Don't lie, it's not possible for a married couple to live together in the same room, but nothing happens between them! It's not possible!" She said it was Stubbornly.
Moomal took a deep breath as she turned to face her and spoke calmly. "And how can you say that with so much confidence? How do you even know about this?"
"What? If you ask anyone, they will say the same thing, madam, you leave it and speak the truth. Really, nothing like that happened between the two of you? Not even a hug?"
Moomal was actually surprised at her shamelessness, how boldly she was asking this question, which made her face tingle with shame.
"How shameless of you Anjum! You are not even married, yet you are talking about that thing." Moomal scolded her, but Anjum was drowned in a deep thought while looking at her.