PANIC ATTACKS

She kept on crying as more and more tears propelled out of her eyes, not letting the beautician do make-up on her face. Tear after tear spilled down her eye. Her nose red and face blotched.. It was happening. It was going to happen now. Her biggest fear was coming true. But this time, it wasn't just about a one night stand anymore. She would have to spend many nights, countless nights as many nights he would demand. She was his mistress at last. The contract has been signed. When she was done praying her namaz, she had slept and when her eyes opened, she found him sitting on the sofa near to the bed. His eyes were staring at the floor and legs wide open on which he supported both his arms. His hands held a paper and a gun. At that point, she wanted to scream. Cry. Wail. To marry her. Instead of making her sign that contract. She wanted to shout that she wasn't involved with Hannan. It was all happening because he thought she wasn't worthy of being his wife anymore due to her involvemen