Amaan was lost in this whole way. He had so many thoughts in his head. It looked like he was standing on a peek of a mountain and all his thoughts were spread around him. It looked like his spirit still walked among the hills, searching for lost travellers. For the first time in his life he felt astray. But he was persuade that his mother's health was more important than anything else right now.

His jet landed in Kabul international airport. His driver was waiting for him

Ali and Amaan sat in their car.

'' asalamualikum sir''

Driver greeted them

Amaan ignored he got busy in his phone

'' walaikumasalam''

Replied Ali

'' take as to hospital''

Said Amaan in his authoritative voice.

After an hour drive they arrived to hospital. Amaan was really tired but he wanted to see his mother.

They arrived.

He entered the hospital, his whole persona showed authority and power.

His every step showed dominance, ascendancy, and command. His big giant masculine body fitted so well in his navy blue dark suit and white dress shirt with matching blue tie, which showed his every bulging muscles and sharp jaw dusted with a little beard and sharp noise which was flaring with anger.

His narrow eyes who can make anyone weak on their knees showed so intimidating.

All the stuff swallowed hard and bow their head in front of him.

Since this hospital belongs to AR collection ENT so all the stuff stand up upon seeing Amaan in front of them.

People who have seen him or who have heard about him were bowing their heads and sweating in fear cause of his high temper.

Upon arriving to hospital his brother in law Zahir came to greet him and guide him to his mother's room

'' asalamualikum brother how are you?''

He hugged Amaan

Amaan hugged him back

'' walaikumsalam, Tiring but good''

Zahir knew Amaan's nature so he didn't bother to talk to him more.

After a short greeting Amaan was in his mother's room where his father was waiting for him while upon seeing her son her mother broke in tears and sobs.

She opened her embrace for her only son.

Amaan hugged her back and listened to her sobs but rubbed her back so that she calms down.

Then he hugged his father.

He looked how weak and pale her mother looked.

Her features were so tense.

She had lost weight too.

She looked very weary.

Amaan couldn't help but felt 'lots of emotions run through his mind.

He felt bad for his mother

He felt anger for the reason that his mother was in such a situation.

He felt like bombarding this whole hospital for not taking care of his mother properly.

He gave a deadly glare to the nurse.

His voice low but anger flushing from his dark brown eyes and clenched teeth he tilt his head

'' where is the Dr?"

He asked.

The nurse swallowed hard and meekly said .

'' I will call him sir"

She almost run from there.

In a matter of seconds, the senior Dr enter the room at the same time Ali also greeted his uncle and aunty.

But he got worried after seeing Amaan's anger raising.

He knew he wouldn't control his anger but right now was not the time for his demeanor to change.

The senior Dr entered the room.

'' asalamualikum s.. sir''

He stuttered

Ali calmly said to Amaan more like a whisper

'' Amaan aunty is not fine remember''

Amaan give him a deadly glare, Ali nodded.

Ali got Amaan's sign and went with Dr outside of that room.

Amaan sat beside his mom and gently took her hand in his rough and tough hands.

Mrs. Zarina looked at her through her weak eye lids which were drowsy cause of the medicines which she was taking.

'' you will be fine mom''

He said and kissed her hand

'' I am here with you''

He said and gently kissed her forehead.

Mrs. Zarina gave a weak smile and closed her eyes.

Amaan looked at his father

'' dad you need to rest too , You go take some rest I will look after mom''

Mr. Ahmad sighed and put his hand on his son's broad shoulders.

'' no son you just arrived after 16 hours of flight, you go I am fine''

Amaan give him a blank look and left from room.

He saw Ali and the senior Dr were waiting for him. He gave the Dr a deadly look

'' go on I want to listen from you first how's my mother doing''

He seethed through clenched teeth.

Dr swallowed hard. He was trembling in fear.

But he knew he had to give his boss his answer because he knew how much his boss was a peevish person.

He hated to wait.

'' Sir she had a massive stroke. We put her for under observation for 24 hours''

He was really nervous cause Amaan was looking at him intensely.

He rise his to continue.

'' and after 24 hours we got the latest report regarding her health and''

He paused,And looked at his boss.

Ali interrupted

'' ok so what is it?"

Dr sighed.

'' I am afraid to say but Mrs. Rahmani has a weak heart and cause of this she has a myocardial ischemia and it's quite serious''

Amaan clenched his jaw and asked trying hard not to rise his voice.

'' what the fuck does that even mean?''

Dr continued but still trembling in fear.

'' sir.............

Myocardial ischemia is the term given to heart problems caused by narrowed heart arteries.

When arteries are narrowed, less blood and oxygen reaches the heart muscle. And this ultimately lead to heart attack''

Amaan was stood in his roots.

He had no idea that her mother's health would be this serious.

'' so what are the treatment options?''

Asked Ali in a concern voice.

This caught Amaan's attention he also looked at Dr.

Dr took deep breath and continued.

''the only option for her is to implant Cardioverter Defibrillator (ICD)

It's the battery-powered device placed under the skin that keeps track of the patient's heart rate.

Thin wires connect the ICD to the patient's heart''

'' what are the chances of if you implant ICD?''

Asked Amaan in deep sad yet strong voice.

'' if an abnormal heart rhythm is detected the device will deliver an electric shook to restore a normal heartbeat.

ICD's have been very useful in preventing sudden death.

They may have a role in preventing cardiac arrest in high risk patients but they are at risk for life-threatening ventricular arrhythmias''

Amaan was lost. He felt that he is standing on a road and his mother's health looked like a mirage which is an illusion that can disappear anytime but he was not ready to lose his mother.

He frustratingly brushed his hair with his hand and clenched his jaw.

'' so what will you do then?''

He asked frustratingly

'' sir we only have this option

But for the moment we can go to start the process

She seems she has some stress or has gone some sort of stress, her body is feeble and her heart beat is frail as well.

First we need to control her heart beat to normal and keep her out of stress so that her body respond to medicines then we can start the process''

Dr replied.

Amaan approached him.

Dr started trembling.

Amaan looked at him in his eyes with his intimidating eyes , his nostrils flaring with anger.

'' you better take care of my mother or......''

He took the lapels of his white coat and gave him deadly glare and continued.

'' you have no fucking idea what am I capable of, I will vanish you like you have never been existed''

He leaved his coat. Dr nodded vigorously.

Then something crossed his mind.

'' set the vicinity in my home, I want my mother at home got it?''

Dr nodded again .

Amaan left to make an argent call.

Ali went back to see his aunt but he end up to get surprised to see two young girls standing there in the room with his aunt and uncle. Mrs. Zarina was sleeping .

While reaching to them he give them a confuse look. One of them instantly looked down and started to play with her books which she was holding.

Mr. Ahmad introduced them to Ali.

'' Ali meet them, She is Noori Mr. Jamil's daughter''

'' asalamualikum''

Noori greeted

'' walaikumsalam''

Ali replied with a smile plastering on his handsome face.

'' and meet her she is Arzoo my niece and Amaan's fiancé''

Upon hearing Amaan's name she got more nervous, Her cheeks turned pick and she bite her lower lip and start playing with her fingers.

Ali noticed it all he couldn't help but admire her innocence and at the same time he felt bad for her.

He found her complete opposite of Amaan.

It looked like fire and water.

Amaan was fire,

While Arzoo was like water

'' as......asalamualaik...kum''

She stuttered and greeted him but not looking at him .

Her eyes were still down.

He found it cute though.

'' walaikumsalam''

Ali wanted to see her face, how does she look?

Does she deserve the hate that Amaan is giving her?

But her eyes were down

He only saw her face features which were really beautiful but could not see her eyes.

She is too innocent for Amaan.

Amaan is like fire she wouldn't be able to live with an angry beast like him.

He thought to himself, but he couldn't help, what was done is done now.

He knew that in AFGHANS breaking an engagement or wedding is a big thing.

It will only cost the girl's future not boy.

He mentally sighed.

'' uncle we came to see aunty but now she is sleeping we should go now we are getting late for our college too''

Noori said to Mr. Ahmad.

'' I am so happy to see you both came here

Ok I will tell her too but wait Amaan is also here meet him''

Mr. Ahmad replied.

'' yeah he just went to make a call he will be back''

Ali replied looking at them.

He again noticed Arzoo shivering. She was clearly breathing very tense and biting her lip continuously.

Is she nervous of afraid?

He thought to himself.

Arzoo squeezed Noori's hand

'' um.... N.no uncle, I mean um.... We are getting late we already missed our first class so we can't miss the second one .

Its ok we will meet him some other day INSHALL'ALLAH''

Much to Arzoo's relief Mr. Ahmad agreed.

'' ok but let me drop you otherwise you will definitely miss your second class as well''

Ali couldn't help but tease them because he clearly saw that Noori was lying.

'' um.... N.no I mean we can manage thanks for the offer anyway

Ok uncle khuda haviz''

Before Ali could tease her more the both took fast and steps and disappeared.

He chuckled.

By Mr. Ahmad give him a I- got -you look.

He smiled at Ali's childish behavior.

Ali rolled his eyes and smiled.

While crossing the hall Noori held Arzoo's hand . while Arzoo was pacing like she is on a race.

She looked at her,

''Arzoo I need to go to the washroom''

'' Noori lets go from here why you have to go to the bathroom every time?''

Arzoo asked irritatingly

'' no, I have to go now its urgent please!''

Arzoo sighed

'' ok but 5 minutes ok?

Don't think that we are home that you would spend at least 1 hour in bathroom''

Noori rolled her eyes.

'' ok fine I will come out fast''

She left to bathroom,Arzoo felt nervous.

So, she went and sat in the garden waiting for Noori.

She texted Noori that she is waiting for her in garden.

Someone put a hand on her shoulder.

She got starlet, it looked like someone punched her in her stomach knocking the air out of her, She jumped and unable to turn from her set and meet the very person whom she was not ready to meet him now but she turned with a heavy heart to see the person.

She sighed when she saw smiling Anabia looking at her.

Anabia started laughing.

'' oh god Arzoo you get afraid so easily''

Arzoo took breath of relief.

'' aslamualaikum Anabia''

Anabia stopped laughing and hugged her, '' waliakumasalam''

She pulled out and looked at Arzoowitha mischievous look in her eyes.

'' so?''

Arzoo give her a confusing look.

'' so what?''

'' oh Arzoo you are so naïve''

Arzoo didn't understand what she meant.

'' ok let me put it straight, Hmmmm so how did you find my brother?'' giving her more emphasize on brother. Arzoo became more nervous.

'' um....... I .......''

Anabia laughed again.

'' god Arzoo I think you should stop getting nervous about him, Start getting used to him now (wink)''

'' here you are come lets go''

Noori saved her.

Noori and Anabia greeted and after a few talks they said their god byes and left.

'' oh Arzoo I forgot my purse in washroom''

She almost shouted making the passers look at her.

Arzoo sighed and slap her shoulder.

'' what is in to you Noori?

I told you to not to to washroom, look at me I want to go from her as soon as possible and you are stucking me again and again''

Noori knew her situation so she felt guilty.

'' I am sorry Arzoo, but I have to go and get it before someone else get it''

She ran from their leaving Arzoo alone again.

Noori got her purse and she was running to go to Arzoo but on her way she bumped to a very hard thing which made her lose her balance but a hand from back held her before she fall to the hard surface.

She thought she bumped to wall but when she looked up she felt someone smacked her across her face almost begging her to breath.

She met the most handsome person , his dark brown eyes were staring at her angrily waiting for her to say something.

'' oh watch out''

She starlet and looked back to see Ali was holding her from her shoulders.

She made a distance from him didn't realize what just happened?

She looked back the person in front of him staring at her with disgust.

Ali got the silence and clear his throat.

'' Noori this is Amaan, I am sure you haven't meet him yet and Amaan this in noori Mr. Jamil's daughter''

She was shocked beyond words, she saw the person in front of him a complete opposite of Arzoo.

Is masculine body,

His dominating aura,

His intimidating eyes.

He didn't say a word but yet Noori read all his expressions.

Oh god, he is completely opposite of Arzoo

How will she live with him?

He looks so intimidating and she is so delicate.

She swallowed to her dry throat and looked at him.

'' asalamualaikum''

She was expecting him to greet her too but he was just glaring her and nodded in her response.

This is rude

She mentally said. Amaan passed by her without uttering a single word to her.

She was flabbergasted.

She looked at Ali and he got what she was asking through her eyes.

'' don't mind him, he just find out that his mother is extremely unwell and she is in a delicate stage right now so he is really upset''

Noori nodded although she knew that he behaved very rude with her.

But that didn't bothered her than seeing his personality did.

Knowing the news of Amaan's arrival didn't please Arzoo.

She knew he was not ready to see her either but in a corner of her heart she felt some strange feelings.

How does it feel to get married?

Will he like me?

Have he seen me?

Will I justify his expectations?

What?

What am I thinking?

And how can I think like that?

Remember one thing either I like him or not I should marry him.

I am indebted of my uncle's care and love.

I can't deny him.

And this marriage is neither love marriage nor arrange marriage it's more like and already arranged marriage by our parents.

This way she made her mind ready to not expect anything from him or this marriage.

Remember one thing he never cared about you all these years.

And if he is back now its solely cause of his mother.

Don't expect anything from him.

She mentally sighed.

This way she prepared herself.

For her coming future which she had no idea what is waiting for her.

Noori was quit all the day but didn't say it Arzoo that she met him.

She had fear that Arzoo's nervousness will increase, since she promised herself that she will be with Arzoo so she couldn't increase her tentions.

Anabia told Amaan that Arzoo was here to see their mother.

Mrs. Zarina was awake too.

'' really Ar.....Arzoo was here?''

Asked Mrs. Zarina weakly, Amaan went stiff.

His whole demeanor changed.

He fisted his hand so tight that his nails were digging in his flesh.

Clutching his jaw he looked at his mother's weak and pale face.

It tugged his heart.

He saw the sparkle in her eyes which upon hearing Arzoo's name it shine so bright.

What is this girl?

Why she is after me?

Of course she got a jackpot.

My personality, my money, my fame what else she wants?

But she doesn't know what I have in store for her.

He smirked on his own thoughts.

Ali was observing him.

He felt bad for the innocent girl.

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