Her Step Husband

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"Why aren't you taking the call?" Huzaifa asked her when she didn't do that and kept on staring at the phone blankly.

She almost flinched at his words. At this moment, she didn't know whether to take Sarim's call and actually tell him that she couldn't talk to him or decline it, making him more angry.

"Who is it?" He again urged her.

Unaiza licked her lips. "It's...its Sarim."

"You should attend it quickly then. Why are you making him wait? Or is it because of me?" He smirked. "Don't worry, I won't listen to you."

Her cheeks again heatened. "It's not like this."

To show Huzaifa, she took his call and as expected was welcomed by a furious Sarim.

"Where were you? I had been calling you for so long "

"I am not at home, Sarim."

"Why? Then where are you?"

"I had to do something important so that's why I came to market."

"Who is with you?"

She turned to look at Huzaifa who was just focused on the road. She couldn't make out whether he was listening to her or not.

"It's Huzaifa."

"Why are you with him?" He suddenly lashed out at her.

"Sarim...I am fine. I am just on the way. I will talk to you later."

"At which place are you right now?"

"Why? Err...I...I am at Mall Road."

"Oh, I am also nearby. I think we can meet today. Wait for a few minutes for me. Let's hang out."

Unaiza's jaw dropped at this. "What? Sarim we...we can't..."

"Why?"

She didn't know what to say at this. Huzaifa too was looking at her with confusion and abrupt change of tone while she was one hundred percent sure that Sarim would become mad at her.

"Nothing. I will wait for you."

"Good. I'll call back you. Ask that guy to park the car somewhere."

Sarim ended the call and here Unaiza found herself in a bigger problem. When she told Huzaifa to stop the car, he asked the reason.

"Sarim said that he was nearby. He will pick me up from here for a meetup," she replied, fumbling with her handbag.

Huzaifa raised a brow. "A meetup? You mean a date. Unaiza, are you really okay with a date?"

She felt like vanishing from the scene at this. "I...I don't know. If I say no, he will get angry."

"What do you want?" He questioned.

"Maybe no. I won't like all this before marriage. And also Aqia Mama doesn't know this. I don't know what to do," she murmured.

Huzaifa sighed. "Then say no to him. Simple."

"He will get angry, Huzaifa," she whispered.

"What? It's something you are not comfortable with. And he is just your fiance," he reasoned.

She remained silent at this. Huzaifa pulled the car against a tree and turned around to face her. He kept on glancing at her and his look seemed like he was reading her.

"Iza, come on. Are you really happy with this marriage? To be honest, I didn't like that guy personally. But you and Mama were happy so I brushed it off. Now tell me, what's the deal?" He wiggled his eyebrows in his signature style.