His Wrath

“Shehroz, what you just did with yourself?” Hania asked with a shudder, looking at his wounded face and bloodied state as she touched his face.

“Nothing, I just told that man that Anaaya 's brother is still alive.” Shehroz spoke, clenching his fists.

“Let me bring the first aid box.” Looking at Shehroz's face, she quickly brought a first aid kit. She wiped his wounded lips and cleaned his bruised hands.

“What did you told him?” She asked briefly. While conversing with each other, they both were unaware of the fact that Anaaya was standing on the stairs, listening to them.

“I told him in a few days, I will send you the divorce papers, so sign it.” After listening to Shehroz, Anaaya fisted her hands in anger.

“You didn't ask what my wish is?” Anaaya uttered in a loud voice. Hearing her voice, Shehroz and Hania both diverted their attention to her.

“What do you want, Anaaya? You mean I should let you depart with that bastard man? This is not possible. If you liked any decent man then I