Importance!

It hurts when we realize we aren't as important to someone as we thought we were.

We can close our eyes to things we don't want to see, but we can't close our hearts to things we don't want to feel. It falls the heart to black abyss. Draining every tiny hope it had. Leaving it just a pumping organ.

The morning was not a new morning for both. Amaan and Arzoo.

Amaan was restless. For so many reasons and one of them was his family. His mother.

Things were not done as he wanted. He was left alone.

For the past few days his mother's condition was getting better but she refused to meet him or even hear his name. Mr. Ahmad had no idea why she is doing this but he couldn't question her as she was still not fine to talk or elaborate.

'' what are you talking about?

I want to see her now!'' he snarled but Anabia was stopping him. she hold his hand gently and stand in front of her brother.

'' look Amaan I don't know what is happening but I can see one thing that mom does not like to talk to you right now. The moment she opened her eyes, she said that she wants to see Arzoo. I know that she doesn't phone, and neither i have her uncle or Noori's number and I don't know why you said to all that nobody should call or disturb her. But if you guys are not in good terms and you have sent her, then again I will suggest you to call her back as mom wants to see her. And we can't give her more stress.

Can we?

May be she is upset with you cause you have sent her so early for almost a month.

Look I don't know why she went to coma all of a sudden and now she is asking about Arzoo. But Drs said she was weak at that time too so maybe she suffered from her weakness and scrummed to coma. But right now she wants to see your wife''

Amaan sighed and massaged his temples while Anabia left to be with her mother.

Something was nagging him and trying to awake his conscience but his hatred and his reasons were huge in front of his unknown stress.

His intercom rang breaking his chains of thoughts. Amaan sighed and pressed the button.

'' didn't the fuck I told you Suzy to not disturb me?'' he seethed making his secretary pale and tremble in her place. She swallowed and tried to sound confident which was a fail task in front of her boss.

'' sir this call is important'' she nervously informed him making him tense. He rubbed his temples.

'' connect'' his call was connected to his mansion's main line and immediately his thoughts ran to the one person who is living there as a prison which he wants to abode her thoughts too from his mind.

'' sir.. sir that... that Arzoo I mean ma'am'' Janet his mansion's care taker was trembling making him tense at his place. Amaan sit straight on his leather chair and sensed something is severely wrong.

He was feeling.................worried!

'' speak the fuck up'' he roared making her shiver and burst in cry. But she managed to tell him as she knew she cannot make him wait.

'' sir ma'am is un....unresponsive. she hasn't eaten her food yesterday too. I j...just saw it s...sir. she was laying unresponsive'' she burst in tears while Amaan was frozen on his place.

'' what the fu....i am coming'' taking his car, he drove to his mansion in no time. He was restless. Bad demons were crawling to his mind blocking all his rational thoughts.

'' if something happens to her, do I care?

No I shouldn't care

She is responsible for my condition and I care a damn if she loses her life. But why it's not settling with me?

Fuck!"

Brushing his hair in frustration with his fingers when his car entered his mansion's gates. He strode toward her cottage seeing his servants standing there with pale faces.

Amaan strode inside but for some reasons his feet were getting heavy. Like a force was pulling him back. His heart was heavy but he cleverly brushed it off and his eyes scanned the dark and small cottage with a small and old bed and torn bed sheets. There was nothing in that cottage which could announce the living of a human. It was dark and Amaan knew it that it is dark but still he didn't allowed electricity in that room. He looked at the small table and saw the plate of food which was not his lavish food but it was a simple food like rice and potato. He averted his eyes and stopped on the person he wanted to see.

Amaan couldn't see her face as her back was facing him. He took fluid steps and crouched to her level. For some reasons his heart was beating fast. Gently he touched her shoulder and turned her to himself. His heart clenched in his chest. With wide eyes he stared at her.

She was wearing a sky blue salwar kameez, her hairs were open and weary. Her face was pale and she had dark circles around her eyes. Her plump lips were dry and drained. She was unresponsive and looking like a lifeless corps. Amaan patted her cheeks gently but there was no response. He checked her pulses and realized that her pulses are weak and she was so cold. He scooped her and made his way to his mansion. While walking his eyes were on her while her head was hanging low and her hairs were falling freely. She had lost so much weight that her cheek bones were jutting out. Amaan realized she is so light. He made her lay on his bed and called the Dr.

Amaan looked at her face in light and saw how much she had lost weight. Her once fresh face which immediately came in the curtains of his eyes, were not matching the person laying unresponsive.

Her plump lips which he had tasted once were so dry and drained.

She was shallow breathing.

Her creamy skin was thin, dry and cold.

Her cheeks were hollow and eyes sunken as fat disappears from the face. But the faded bruises of his slaps were still there.

Her hairs were dry and sparse, falling out easily.

Her veil was not around her neck. He could clearly see her without veil. The right curves in right places were not there anymore. Her shirt was so big now that it was not showing her curves and it was hanging around her body. Her collar bones were sharp and jutting out. Her sharp jaw line was sharper. Amaan sighed and averted his eyes from her. something clenched his heart seeing her but he couldn't pin point what was that.

Before Dr Came inside the room, Amaan spread the duvet on her wrapping her properly.

After few minutes his personal Dr came and inspected her. while he was standing beside her. Dr gave him a look but Amaan raised an eye brow which he averted his eyes and looked back at her.

'' s..sir she is malnourished and dehydrated. Her pulses are weak. The symptoms shows that.

The symptoms of malnourished begins around 35-40 days. Death can occur at around 45 to 61 days. Her heart rate and pulses are weak. If she is not treated then I can't say anything else'' Dr managed to say to his surprisingly calm boss whose eyes were on her. Dr has notices faded bruises on her cheeks but he knew that he is in den of the lion and the wise thing would be to ignore.

'' what do you mean by that?'' Amaan seethed but still his eyes were on her laying lifelessly with her mouth slight open.

'' sir her organs will stop working, I don't know her history but I can only say now to admit her in hospital. Her pulses can stop anytime''

'' fuck'' he muttered under his breath and brushed his hairs with his hands frustratingly.

He scooped her and made his way to his car. In less than 30 minutes ride he was in hospital while she was under treatment. His security team managed to keep things under wrap and didn't allow any news to come out.

Sitting in a chair outside of the ICU, he fished his phone from his pocket and logged in to his security cameras inside his mansion. He coded a password and entered the cottage's cameras.

Yes he was having eye on her all this while. He was witnessing her crying and pleading while praying.

He was witnessing her crying loudly at night which he realized later that she is scared of darkness.

He was witnessing her all day daily routine.

Her hungrily eating her food while still crying.

Shedding tears were her solace.

He had micro phones in her room. He was seeing and hearing everything.

Her screams from her shoulder pain,

Her wailing while she was afraid of darkness.

Her sobs when she was feeling cold and curling herself to get some heat.

Calling her mother and father while sobbing.

Her hiccups.

But he shut his ears and eyes. His walls were huge to break.

But from the last 2 days, he was busy in his business and later when his mother was gaining her consciousness, he didn't bother to see what was she doing?

Or how was she?

Usually Amaan would make sure that the maid give her food and medicine on time, but it looked like since last 2 days she missed it. But he remembered that she was tired and usually laying on her bed. May be she was showing the symptoms of malnutrition.

'' I was looking at her all this time. She would eat her food but why she didn't eat her food for 2 days?

Was she planning to end her life?

But she doesn't know that she can't do that either'' Amaan seethed under his breath while Dr broke his chains of his thoughts.

'' sir her heart rate is weak we have to put her under observation for 24 hours.

She is very weak and fragile now. Her body is susceptible to diseases. It will take her long to heal as her immune is poor now. And she is your wife so I will say it openly sir, that she may face problems with fertility. Eventually, there may be respiratory failure and heart failure.

They problems can be different sir. its always not food. But its mental health too. like phobia anorexia can lead to malnutrition too'' he said while trying to be confident while Amaan's personality was dominating him.

He remembered her phobia and anorexia. May be beside hunger, her mental health played a good vital role too. He fists his hands and looked at the Dr suggesting him to continue.

'' s...sir she is at the medium rate risk now. She will be under observation and a dietary plan will be documented for 3 days and she will receive ongoing screening''

He finished and breath while he had no idea that he was holding it. Amaan was looking at him intently. He sighed and stand beside the window looking at her pale and lifeless body laying there.

'' is she in danger?''

'' do you care?'' Amaan knew whose vice was that and he closed his eyes.

Amaan turned and looked at Ali standing there and looking at him with rage and hate.

'' I am sorry Amaan but now I can't hold it as I can see she is losing her life while facing the wrath of your false accusation'' he continued and made Amaan frown but his frown cleared when he saw his father was coming toward him with concern on his face along with Anabia. Amaan looked at Ali while he looked him back in the eye.

Amaan knew now he had to answer his question which he was avoiding all this time. Whenever he would ask about Arzoo, Amaan would brush it off by saying she is fine. Just busy and he had send her to Kabul. And Mr. Ahmad didn't want to disturb her stay in her uncle's house so he never bothered to call her as he was glad that his son was good with his daughter in law. But something for him was not fine.

As what happened with Mrs. Zarina all of a sudden?

And how Arzoo went all of a sudden?

But he left it as he thought it's not good for him to talk about this. But right now standing in hospital he was losing his thin line of patience.

He made his way toward Amaan who was looking at him already.

'' oh my god Amaan how is she now?''

Anabia rushed while Ali disappeared in thin air making Amaan frown and confuse.

Mr. Ahmad hold Amaan from his shoulder and turned him to himself. Amaan was expecting his father to question him but he saw so much concern in his eyes which made him confuse.

'' how did this happened?

How is she now?''

To say Amaan was shocked would be an understatement as he was gob smacked. Amaan was looking at his father while lost to make words as his mind was not working.

'' uncle I just talked with Dr He said she is fine now. Just the change of season and change of place made her sick but she is fine. She will be here for maximum 3 days then she will be fine but right now she is taking rest. And Amaan couldn't make time to inform anyone but they moment she landed in US she was drained so she collapsed'' Ali replied and looked at Amaan who was looking at him with an unknown emotions showing on his face. Mr. Ahmad sighed and sat down on the nearby chair. He massaged his temples and looked at Amaan who was standing but all quiet but his face was showing emotions which were unreadable.

'' she will be fine son. I don't know what is happening. But everything will be fine'' he said looking at his son who was awfully calm.

Anabia took Mr. Ahmad home as he was not feeling well. Amaan looked at Ali who was not looking at him.

'' what was that?'' he managed to mutter under his breath while his tone was calm but chill.

'' do you want me to tell him how is she or why she is here in this condition. Do you think he can bear it? Do you think he can expect such thing from his son?

Do you think he can bear it?'' he retorted back making him avert his eyes.

Ali looked at him for good few seconds before Amaan could say something his personal body guard came. Amaan looked at him while he fished his phone and handed him to Amaan.

'' sir I think you should watch this'' he gave him his phone. Amaan looked at him then his phone but none the less he took it. But his frown disappeared to shocked as he saw and hear what was in that phone.

'' yes I did it. I and Rizwan made a plan and we did it.

The fucker Amaan, he insulted me in front of everyone. He made me look like trash and he scramble me under his powerful feet. But he forgot who I am. When Rizwan told me that he wanted to take advantage of his naïve and stupid wife. Then that was a good change for me as he blaze the fire and he took the advantage of his stupid wife. While she had no idea and she was so naïve. When he pushed her and that room. I saw it but I don't know did he took advantage of her or not but I did what I wanted to do for so long. Now I am satisfied'' it clear that she was drunk and she confessed it in her drunk state. She looked satisfied and happy while blabbering more which were inaudible. Amaan looked at Ali who was already looking at him.

'' sir I did as you said to me. I was following her all this time and I spot her on BRUCHETE BAR so I spiked her drink and she blurt all this while I was trying to spill the beans from her mouth so I had to be close to her'' Ismail finished and was waiting for his boss to react on his work. Amaan looked at Ali who was already looking at him.

'' you knew it that she is innocent?'' finally Ali managed to say something out of his shock but Ismail was waiting for his boss's orders.

'' I will tell you later what to do with her, for now keep an eye on her'' Amaan said in his calm and chilled tone. Ismail left from there leaving him alone with Ali.

Amaan sighed and looked at Ali who was waiting for his reply he dig in hands in his pants pocket. He was in his formal suit of grey color with white dress shirt.

'' I had some reasons to follow her so I did but for now I can't tell you anything Ali. I don't know should I say you damaged everything or you managed everything but for now I want her to be fine''

'' why don't you say that you are regretting?''

Ali astounded him leaving him in the abyss of his darkness.

He wasn't regretting anything. At one time, it was exactly what he wanted. But something was pulling his heart's strings and pushing him to murkiness.

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Ok I have a severe flu so I have write it with difficulty hope you like it.

Do comment and share your thoughts I wont mind if you found any flaw in my stories.

Soon I will start my second phase so keep reading and keep guessing.