"Assalamualaikum Noor." I said my Salam despite my sixth sense warning me of something that was severely wrong.
"wa-." Noor didn't even reply, and started weeping, my heart sank deep into my pit. What was wrong? I just wanted to cry along with her but I held myself up for her. For my best friend.
"Noor? Kia hua? Batao!" I couldn't help but panic.
(What happened? Tell me?)
When Noor didn't reply, I spoke up again.
"Ghar per hona? Mai aarahi hu." I stated when there was no response from her side.
(You're at home? I'll come)
"Haya? Ek kaam kerdo." Noor hurriedly spoke and I stood there nodding my head even though she couldn't see me.
(Do one thing)
"kia?" My voice held uncertainty and came out unusually hoarse.
(What?)
"raaste Mai, pharmacy store se-' Noor stopped for a mome
