Iss Sey Barri Aur Kya Saza Ho Sakti Hai,

Jaan Bhi Nikal Di Aur Zinda Bhi Chorr Diya.....

The ride to the hospital was the most difficult ride of his whole life. His hands shivered while driving car, his all focus on her. His mind wasn't in the right state and his heart, it felt the need to expload seeing her condition. She was lifelessly lying on the seat beside him, away from all tensions away from the heartbreak she was going through.

Every few second his eyes found their way to her still form, wanting desperately to reach hospital as soon as possible. He was trying hard not to cry and to keep himself together for her. She didn't needed his tears right now but she did needed his help to reach hospital as she was fighting for her life.

He finally reached to hospital after an agonising twenty minutes. Quickly picking her up, he speedily walked towards the emergency ward careful enough not to let her fall.

"Get Dr. Ahmed now."

He shouted at the nurse who was standing near, looking at him with shocked expressions. Her actions were justified infact every employee of the hospital was looking at him with the same expressions as her's. It's not like they hadn't seen the angry side of

Dr. Mustafa. He was known for his short temper while working, but off duty he was always relaxed and sweet but seeing him in extreme anger off duty was new as well as shocking for all his employees.

"ARE YOU DEAF ? I. SAID. CALL DR.AHMED."

The shocked nurse shuddered hearing his rude tone and rushed to call Dr.Ahmed not wanting to loose her job.

"Is there a circus going on here or am I paying you all for lazying around ?"

He looked deadly while his employees stared at him in disbelief. He was behaving unlike his actual self. They quickly rushed to their duties not to come in the bad books of their boss.

Few seconds later Dr.Ahmed came rushing towards his boss only to be greeted with a man who looked scared to death. His eyes were red telling the tale of the emotional turmoil he was going through.

"Ahmed, I trust you with her. Please save...."

His words faltered trying to control the emotions building up inside him. He was trying hard to keep his tears at bay not wanting to look weak in front of everyone. He wasn't the man who was okay outcasting his emotions in front of the world but today he was losing. Only because of her.

"I will try my best."

Patting his shoulder, he gave him a small smile.

"No, trying is not an option. You have to save her.... Please."

He pleaded with glossy eyes to which Dr. Ahmed nodded and proceeded towards the ICU.

Tiredly he sat on the bench pressing his temples eyes closed in tension when his phone vibrated.

"Bhaai.... Did you find her ? Is she alright ? Can I speak with her ?"

He was hesitant to speak, his own heart was palpitating with fear

"Osama she....."

"Bhaai.... She is fine right ?"

"S-she... is not fine Osama.... Please pray for her... She is unconscious and doctors are treating her."

Gathering courage he answered, controlling his own ragged breaths which were heavy due to his own emotions which were on the verge of breakdown.

"What!!! I am coming bhaai."

Osama sounded frantic and sounds of shuffling could be heard from the background.

"No. You stay there and don't tell anyone till I ask you to and please pray for her."

"But bhaai...."

"Try to understand Osama. You handle the situation there and I handle things here. Okay ?"

His voice was strained, full of tension making Osama agreed to what he said.

"Okay but promise me you'll inform me everything about her."

He was getting emotional and couldn't stop his tears from flowing afterall she was his best friend, his fatty.

"I promise."

Two hours passed and now it was getting difficult for him to stay calm and sane at the same time so he started pacing around to divert his mind.

Few moments later Dr. Ahmed came out and gave him a small smile.

"Her condition was serious when she came here but Alhamdulillah she is fine now."

"Can I meet her ?"

He was so lost in the news that he forgot that he was the present owner of the hospital and didn't needed anyone's permission to meet her.

"Her sedatives will wear off soon but if you want you can see her."

Dr. Ahmed smiled patting his back seeing his tensed expressions turning to that of serenity.

"Thank you for saving her."

"It was my duty sir."

Nodding at Dr. Ahmed he messaged Osama about her condition asking him to not tell anyone about her till he informs him about her gaining consciousness.

Taking deep breaths he entered her room, his breath hitching seeing her condition. She was laying on the bed with a tube attached to her nose, her hands covered with bandages, her lips pale, eyes closed in a deep slumber.

She was looking like a sleeping beauty.

A broken beauty.

Sitting beside her he traced her features which were embedded perfectly in his memory. His hand automatically reached her and he started caressing her cheeks while his eyes became wet seeing her. She was making him insane. Her condition was paining him to the extent that he stood up to walk out when the door opened revealing panic stricken Aaqib Ahwaan.

"Itna sab kuch ho gaya aur tumne mujhe kuch bataya bhi nahi ?"

His father was clearly very upset about not being informed about her.

"Baba I...."

"I don't want to hear any of your excuse Mustafa. I know you are a grown up and know how to handle situations but still I am your father and her legal guardian. I am bound to know everything related to my children and you know how sensitive I am when it comes to her."

His father scolded him and turned towards his neice, kissing her forehead, a tear leaking out his eye seeing her.

"Baba your phone is ringing."

Nodding at his son he stood up to pick up the call and left gesturing his son to look after her.

An hour passed but his father didn't came back so he sat down on the seat beside her and started checking reports of his patients all the while monitoring her carefully.

"What took you so much time baba ?"

He casually asked standing up, making space for his father to sit.

"Bashar called...."

His father said making him alert and turning his all attention towards him.

"And I asked him to postpone the wedding....."

He wasn't able to complete his whole sentence when Mustafa interrupted him in the middle

"What!! Baba you can't do that. Wedding will take place after four days only."

"I can do anything I want Mustafa. Maine apna ek beta pehle hi kho diya hai aur meri ek beti abhi marte marte bachi hai. And I won't do anything till she gets all fine."

"I already told you that I don't want any lavish wedding, just a simple nikaah, then why are you postponing it ? It's just a matter of few hours and she is alright nothing happened with her and I am sure she will be fine before the wedding."

"Can't you see her condition Mustafa or you are too blinded by the idea of marriage that you aren't able to see anything beside it ? She is not well and you won't get married until she is fine."

"But baba...."

"NO MEANS NO."

He stood up to leave glaring at his son who was try hard to control his anger and not lash out at his own father.

"I have an important meeting to attend, so I'll stay here at night."

"Night ?"

"Yes, I talked with Dr Ahmed and he said she'll be here for a day for observation so yeah I'll be the one staying with her."

With that his father left leaving a frustrated and angry Mustafa behind. Nothing was going according to him. He wanted to get married to Asmara and get over it as soon as possible but nothing was working in his favor. It was like everything was against him.

Rubbing his throbbing temples he was trying to control the inner turmoil inside him when he heard shifting sounds beside him.

She was awake and was looking right towards him. Her eyes were red as if about to cry and breathing was ragged.

"I....."

"DON'T...I don't want to hear anything from you."

By the look on her face he knew she heard everything. He was angry and didn't wanted to lash out at her when she was unwell and was not at fault at all.

"I am s-so s-sorr...."

"NO."

She tried holding his hand with her bandaged one but he jerked it off causing her to close her eyes in pain. A lone tear leaked out of her eye which she quickly wiped and looked at him.

"I didn't do anything."

"Exactly, you didn't do anything yet you are behind everything which is going wrong in my life. You are responsible for everything. You have made my life a living nightmare. I never asked you to fall in love with me and yet you did and I lost my best friend and now when I was getting married, you are the reason behind for the delay. I don't know what to do anymore."

He shouted at her letting out every ounce of frustration he held within himself which he wasn't able to let out in front of his father, not realizing he broke her completely.

"Then you should have let me die in that fire. Aapki saari pareshaaniyan ek saath door ho jati. The living nightmare of your life would have ended with...."

Hearing her cold mocking voice he froze realizing what he did and met her eyes. Her eyes which looked dead as if her soul had been sucked out of it , leaving only a dead living body behind. Her heart, it felt the pinch of his toxic words and she could literally feel them seeping through her whole body like an incurable disease.

That day she started loathing herself for falling in love with him and just like that her eyes which appealed to him the most because of the shine they held, died in a second as if light never existed in them.

He tried holding her hand to apologise, to undo everything he said but she stopped him

"You will get married the day you are intended to and Insh'allah the nightmare of your life would end soon."

"Birdie I...."

He tried talking with her but she stopped him again and shut her eyes not wanting to see his face anymore.

"It's Maria for you and you can leave now, I am sleepy."

Looking at her face for few moments he left regretting everything, not noticing a pair of teary eyes which saw the whole scene infront of them.

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