#Chapter22

Fiza's POV:

The next morning I was busy making breakfast for myself. I thought this day would be a better day since I don't have to see my hubby's scowling face. But I was wrong because, after a few minutes, my hubby dear called me and ordered me to take Sadaf's school uniform at the gate. Rolling my eyes on my own fate, I stride towards the main gate and on opening the door, I find him stepping out his car, wearing a charcoal-coloured suit.

Is he going on a date? Or is he just happy with his newfound freedom?

"Assalam o Alaikum." I said, covering the distance.

"Wallaikum...