Her Step Husband

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Unaiza's jaw dropped seeing him sitting on the floor near his bed, immersed in watching a video. Huzaifa was dressed up in a brown shirt, a long and outdated white colored suit, and rehearsing a few dialogues he was seeing in the video. As she peeked at his screen, she saw a veteran and popular Pakistani film star Waheed Murad on it. She sighed quickly understanding what he was up to. She had been keeping this secret from him for quite a long time. Last time she knew how much his father had scolded him when he appeared in an audition one year ago. But Huzaifa didn't stop; he continued milking his passion.

"Huzaifa, what are you doing?" She asked, walking near him.

He paused the video and stared at her. He raised a brow before looking back at her. "You are alone. Right?"

Unaiza nodded at which he sighed loudly. "But don't tell me you are again at it."

Huzaifa shrugged his shoulders as he got up from the floor by clapping his hands. "That's my passion, Iza. You know that. I have an audition in a few days so I am practicing hard for it."

It was indeed what he loved. Their reason for applying to Mass Communication was his intent to become successful and someone people would know all over the world. That was the reason he wanted to join the showbiz industry as an actor. Unaiza wouldn't deny he was a very good actor as she had seen him in their school and university skits. But Tashfeen was against it. Having awesome visuals, a fit build, a tall figure, and inborn talent, he was first scouted by the special guest at one of their college party where Huzaifa had performed. He was himself an owner of a production house looking for new talent. However, when he decided to give the audition, Tashfeen didn't agree. He didn't consider this profession as respectable and something that he wanted his son to do. Huzaifa was the topper of their college hence he wanted him to study some better course.

However, despite his father's disapproval, Huzaifa continued his practice. So now he was again trying for an audition.

"But Tashfeen Papa will get angry, Huzaifa," she mumbled, biting her lower lip in anxiety.

More than him, it seemed like she was in stress as he looked quite relaxed compared to her.

"Who will tell your Tashfeen Papa? You?" He wiggled his brows at her. "You won't, right? Just let me get approved for this audition. And then I will appease Dad. Till then, you aren't going to tell about my audition to anyone."

Unaiza pressed her lips together. "But this is wrong, Huzaifa."

Huzaifa ran fingers through his hair to get them back to how his style was. "Following your dream isn't wrong, Iza. Leave it, tell me why are you here?"

Unaiza tickled her chin. "I need to go market. Haider Bhai is coming so we have to give them a warm welcome."

"Oh yes. Give me a few minutes. I'll come down then," he told her hurriedly.

Unaiza came out of his room after that. In all this while, she kept thinking about what he was deciding for himself. It was true that everyone had a right to follow their dream and pursue a career they loved. Huzaifa was no exception. If he wanted to become an actor, then that was what he wanted to seek. However, the problem was Tashfeen who was totally against it. She hoped everything would turn out to be fine for Huzaifa.

After half an hour, she, Hiba, and Huzaifa were on their way to market. They brought presents for Haider and Ishmal and Jannat. The pink small Barbie doll they chose for Jannat was so beautiful and cute that it made them crave for the baby.