Bushra paced back and forth in her room as she bit her nails – a habit she has when she's genuinely distraughted and tensed. She wiped away the sweat from her forehead and exhaled out. What was taking them so long? Why hasn't anyone called her? Aunty? Baba? Mahir – at least.

'You're going to make a hole in that spot if you don't sit down, Bushra," Madina stated but Bushra ignored her and sustained pacing back and forth on the same spot.

It has been an hour since Mahir came to ...