They both rushed to where Hayfah was layed on the ground___she wasn't breathing, her skin looked pale and lifeless.
"Fake besty, she isn't breathing, help me please!" Fareeha roared, crying hysterically. She kept shaking Hayfah but it loomed she wasn't going to pick up.
Malik leaned in___trying to pick her up, but was halted by Umma's grisp. She disgustfully looked at him, "What do you think you are doing? Trying to lay those filthy hands of yours on my daughter? That too in my presence? Move joor," she roared, yanking him backwards. They both ignored her, not that what she did hasn't hurt them, but what they have in store is much more than this.
Luckily, Amna halted infront of the house, she swiftly ran towards Hayfah and lifted her up___Fareeha helping her. "Let's take her to the hosp
