Poochtay Kya Ho Dil Ki Halat Ka,

Dard Hai, Dard Bhi Qayamat Ka

Teri Har Baat Maan Leta Hoon,

Yeh Bhi Andaaz Hai Shikayat Ka...

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Watching her condition he didn't wasted any second and picked her still form, rushing downstairs not noticing when his sister joined him, worried finding her unconscious form in his arms.

"I'll drive the car bhaai. You sit back with her."

Aamina volunteered to drive the car considering the dishevelled panicked state of her brother and quickly walked towards the drivers seat watching him joining his unconscious wife after placing her carefully on the back seat.

"Hassan wanted to come too but I stopped him as it is not good for him to travel....."

Driving the car she tried to distract her brother's attention during the journey to the hospital, observing his silent form which was clutching onto his wife, keeping her closer to his heart afraid of losing her.

"Bhaai..."

She called softly, trying to console him but he didn't respond busy gazing outside, trying to get her teary heartbroken image out of his mind. It was shattering his heart, wrecking his soul watching her suffer for the deeds of others committed.

"Mustafa bhaai I...."

This time her voice was a little high making him turn his face towards her, giving her a hard look, similar to that of accusation, watching her shut up feeling hurt.

"DONT!! Just drive the car Aamina. I don't want to hear anything."

Sighing, he closed his eyes inhaling his wife's alluring scent, calming his nerves before answering his sister and this time with a much softer tone compared to the previous one.

"I am sorry for being rude. It's just that I..."

He wasn't able to complete his sentence watching Aamina stopping the car at the owner's parking lot, removing her seat belt and walk towards the back door gesturing him to move out.

"Let's go."

She whispered locking the car and follow his frantic self rush towards the emergency ward, carrying his wife.

Gently placing her on the bed, he ordered nurse to fetch his stethoscope along with BP machine who nodded meekly watching his cold expressions and rushed outside quickly, complying to his orders.

By the time nurse went to bring his stethoscope and BP machine he checked her sugar level with shaky hands, feeling sweat precipitating his forehead waiting for its results which came out be normal making him heaving a sigh of relief. But his heart was still pounding at a very fast watching her closed eyes, making him caress her lifeless cheeks.

"Sir...."

He was lost watching her with a tensed look when the nurse's voice grabbed his attention, leaving quickly after handing him the things he asked for, making him proceed to check his wife when his sister stopped him.

"Bhaai I think you should call another doctor to check upon her."

Aamina held his hand stopping him from checking Maria watching him shaking in fear, not able to control his nerves.

"I-i can c-check her...."

He stuttered, wearing his stethoscope with shaky hands taking deep breaths trying to control tears threatening to come out of his eyes feeling responsible for her condition.

"I know you can but you are not in the right mindset. I'll go and call another doctor. Okay ?"

Turning him around she caressed his cheeks consoling him like a small child, tugging his hand, taking him outside the room to sit on the bench before making her way to call another doctor, when he held her hand stopping her, dialling someone's number quickly with his cell phone.

"Dr. Megha report to the emergency ward now."

A minute later they watched an old elegant women in her late fifities rushing towards them, making Aamina point her towards the room where Maria was lying unconscious and sat beside her brother who was quiet, watching into space.

"I failed to protect her. Didn't I ?"

He whispered without meeting eyes with his sister grabbing her hand, finding comfort holding it. It was no match compared to his wife's but it still provided him little warmth he was desperately trying to seek.

"No, You didn't...."

Aamina spoke when he cut her off in the middle, a painful chuckle escaping his lips finding it difficult to believe her.

"I did... She is lying there because of me. I knew she won't be able to take the truth. I knew it would shatter her but still I married her for my selfish heart, thinking I will be able to keep the truth away from her. It's me who is responsible for her condition..."

A lone tear escaped his eye feeling responsible for everything. He was regretting marrying her and destroying her life. He was cursing his heart for not being able to grow distance with her, seeing her after years.

His heart craved for her. It craved for her like blood running in his veins without which it was impossible to survive. She was embedded in his soul more than his own self.

He was her's more than he was of his own self.

And now it was too late for him to let her go. He couldn't. She was his necessity to live. The reason he was breathing. The reason his heart was working properly.

How could he separate her from himself when she was all he needed to live ? NO! He couldn't let her go. He had become too selfish to let her go now. It was too late.

"It was me who married Asmara, it was me who broke her heart but still she is the one suffering. I am toxic for her, Aamina. My presence is too toxic for her."

Why was she the one who always suffered, regardless of the real culprit ? Why would an innocent life like her had to go through so much even when she deserved none of it ?

He was amazed to see her standing proudly after facing so much atrocities in her life. She didn't changed when life tried to change her. She was the same, just like his old little birdie.

"You had the chance to stop her that day. You knew she would have stopped if you would have confessed everything, but you didn't because you knew she would stay by your side and kill herself everyday watching you with other women...."

Wiping his tears Aamina held his hand squeezing it gently, reminding him of his decision which collapsed his whole existence.

"That time you needed her the most but you still let her go, to let her live..."

She didn't believe her brother was toxic for her. He wasn't. How could he be toxic for the women who was his lifeline, his other half ?

"You loved her enough to let her go and that's why I believe....No, I know that you could be anything but not be toxic for her, and no one else other than you could be better for her."

Patting his back Aamina, consoled his crying form when they saw Dr. Megha stepping out of the room, walking towards them making him wipe his tears and face her.

"Dr. Ahwaan..."

"How is my wife ? Is everything fine ? Can I...."

The old women amusedly watched cold, strict Dr.Ahwaan getting nervous for the first time. He was nervous to the point that he was rambling not letting her speak, but he did stopped freezing on his spot hearing her give him the biggest news of his life.

"It's actually a good news. Your wife's pregnant."

He was numb for few seconds and then he smiled with a small tear leaking out his eye feeling estatic.

He was going to be a father.

She was carrying his child. His blood. He couldn't be more thankful to her than he already was. He was blessed with her and now, they were being blessed by the lord with a child. Their own child.

It was his time to recieve the news he used to give to others for years being a gynaecologist. In all these years of being a doctor he had always watched the beaming smile of the new parents but had never felt the happiness of being one. Even when Asmara was pregnant with Noor he wasn't able to feel anything just the burden of responsibility, untill the day he actually carried the little bundle of joy in his arms.

But now he was actually going to experience everything with his wife, making his insides turning giddy with pure bliss, forgetting ongoing wreck of their lives, the news of fatherhood overpowering everything.

"Low blood pressure and stress are the reason she passed out. I have also collected her blood samples to check for anemia. The reports will arrive by tommorow morning, but till then all you have to do is keep her away from anything which causes her stress...."

She kept going providing him with every detail and he kept on nodding his head mindlessly with his heart getting restless to meet his wife but it was necessary for him to obtain every single information about her health too, so that it would be easy for him to take care of her and their little one.

"I am so happy....Congratulations bhaai."

Grinning, Aamina embraced him tightly feeling him returning the gesture, his zeal matching hers. Seconds later they pulled back, she squeezed his hand ushering him to go, deciding to fetch Maria's medicines giving them some privacy.

"You go and meet her, till then I'll buy her medicines."

A smile made it's way to his lips when he unlocked the door, excited to meet his wife which instantly changed to worry when he found her standing near the bed, rubbing her forehead, leaning over the headrest to stand properly.

"Hey!! Why are you standing ? Please, sit down."

Taking four long strides he was infront of her to hold her fragile form in his strong arms, kissing her temple, feeling heart getting relaxed with her presence in front of his eyes.

"I was so scared when you fainted. I thought I'll loose you."

Keeping an arm wounded around her waist he confessed, detaching a little from her and cupped her cheeks with the other hand, showcasing his vulnerability to her, watching her giving him a soft reply with a weak smile, placing her head on his chest giving a light feathery kiss above his heart.

"I am fine. Don't worry."

"Alhamdulillah...."

Taking her kiss as a fragment of his imagination, he sent a quick thanks to the heavens, lowering his gaze making her look inside his affectionate orbs, excited to share the good news with her.

"Do you know why you passed out ?"

Running fingers over her soft cheeks he was gazing her with pure adoration, holding the fondness of whole world inside them, love increasing thousand more folds watching the mother of his unborn child and his wife.

Was it possible to fall for the same person everytime you meet eyes with them ? Because he could swear he did, everyday, every second.

"What happened ? Where are you lost ?"

It was her tensed voice which broke his trance making him curse himself for worrying her. He shook his head and smiled, ready to tell her about her pregnancy when his phone rang, flashing Aamina's name on the screen.

"Mustafa bhaai, Hassan is..."

Her voice came out strained, full of worry which tensed him out too, feeling something bad happened to his younger brother.

"What happened to him ?"

Not wanting to worry his wife, he helped her to sit on the bed while he himself moved towards the door to talk with his sister who was going crazy with her twin's decision.

"He is hell bent to confess everything in front of the whole family and has called us to reach home immediately."

Sighing deeply she informed him of Hassan's decision. He was pretty disturbed after seeing Maria unconscious in his brother's arms, taking the blame of her condition on himself and that's why was hell bent to confess everything to his family to put an end to his heart's misery, once and for all.

"What!!! We are coming."

"Yeah. Take your car keys from the reception. I am on my way to home. Come fast."

Ending the call he turned back to look at his wife who's gazed was fixed on him, thousands of questions lingering inside them.

"Come. Let's go home..."

Holding her hand he entwined their fingers, with his brain pulsating with pain, ready to expload hearing the stunt Hassan was going to pull.

He wasn't scared for his brother, he was scared for her, his wife. Yes, she had heard their conversation but it was just a mere fragment of the whole story. Her 'passing out' reaction to half truth was terrifying and now, when she was carrying his child he was more worried for her.

"What happened ?"

Squeezing his hand she asked, watching him frown at his phone which turned changed to that of a fake smile when he looked at her.

"You'll know."

Answering her, he pulled out the door of the car watching her settling herself on the passenger seat whereas he proceeded towards the drivers seat, dreading the way back home.

"Mustafa.....I want to know everything Hassan was talking about."

But luck wasn't on his side as she too just like Hassan was stubborn. Well it wasn't something new but this time he didn't know how to console her.

He knew she would take everything to her heart and blame herself. She was a sensitive person who loved picking out her own faults and cry over them for days.

"I...."

His lack of response made her believe he wasn't ready to tell her anything and that made her furious to the extent that all the care and affection she felt for him flew away in the sky for few moments, replacing it with anger.

"NO!! Don't you dare deny me. I'll leave immediately if you...."

Her threat to leave him actually worked, when she saw him putting the car to an abrupt halt and turn towards her with a horrified look.

"I promise to tell you everything after you get well. Stress is not good for you and...."

Holding both her hands he promised watching her frown, jerking hands away from his hold before he could complete, annoyed with the choice of words he used to dodge her demand.

"I am absolutely fine and it would be great on your part to tell me the damn truth."

Anger got the best out of her when she banged her fist on the dashboard, frustrated with her stubborn husband who left no stone unturned to irritate her to no ends.

"Okay! Okay! I'll tell you everything but please don't hurt yourself..."

Looking at her helplessly, he pulled her towards himself joining their foreheads while taking hold of her red knuckles to soothe her pain with his soft caresses, surrendering in front of her.

"Promise me."

Still connected by foreheads, she looked up towards his hopeless dark orbs with her hopeful ones asking him to promise her, which he did sealing his promise with a long sparkly kiss on her forehead.

"I promise, jaani. I do. Now please relax yourself. Okay ?"

"Hmmm..."

Relief washed over her form making her relax an instant and give him a small smile before closing her tired eyes, eager to reach home.

•

The atmosphere of the living room was gloomy full of tension, each and every member of the family clueless to what was about to happen. Sitting quietly they were waiting for Hassan to announce what he wanted to, waiting for him to start.

Watching his brother and sister-in-law entering he stood up from his place, his wait finally over, dread of being hated by the whole family grouping his heart.

"I want to confess a very important thing to you all. You'll probably hate me after this, but I really want to get it off my chest which is weighing down it's burden since I was in coma..."

Taking a deep breathe he looked at the pale girl whom he had strong feelings for, the same girl who was now his brother's wife and his sister-in-law.

"I don't want to hurt anyone more than I already have...."

Sigh.

It was now, or never.

Mustering up courage he was about to speak when he saw his father walking towards him, worry etched upon his face.

"What are you talking about Hassan ? Which confession and who have you hurt ?"

"Baba I.... I am a s-sinner. N-noor is my daughter. She is the outcome of sin I committed whose price bhaai had to pay....."

Not meeting eyes with his father he confessed looking down, hearing loud gasps around him.

Mustering courage he looked up to meet eyes with his father who looked pale resembling a ghost who wasn't able to believe what he said.

"No-noor is y-your da-daughter ? What rubbish are you talking about Hassan ? How can it be...."

And then they heard him shout. The pale colour changed to that of red with fury thinking his son lost his mind, speaking absolute rubbish with his mouth.

"It's true baba. She is my daughter. Mine and Asmara's...."

Before he could go further his father slapped him hard causing his legs to wobble and fall down on the ground.

"Baba!!! He had knee replacement recent...."

Mustafa quickly rushed to his brother side, helping him to get up and sit on the sofa watching him wince in pain. He didn't knew which pain it was physical or mental but it was there and he was able to feel it within his whole self.

"You stay away Mustafa.... He is my son, not yours. You have no right to come between us."

Pushing away his elder son Aaqib Ahwaan strolled towards Hassan when someone held his wrist with shaky hands. He was about to bash that person too when he looked up finding his younger daughter pleading him not to raise hands on Hassan, tears flowing down her eyes not able to control them.

"I l-loved her. After she confessed loving someone else I was left heartbroken. I was in pain. My first dream got shattered....."

Averting gaze from Maria he confessed his feelings watching everyone's eyes turning wide with shock. His eyes settled over his sister who was crying watching him telling his tale but still, she managed to give him a little nod encouraging him to go on.

"I was drowning in sorrows when Asmara came into my life. I had always known her. She was a good person unlike her aunt who was a selfish women. She came into my life like a fresh air. I was able to breathe freely in her presence. I was able to be my broken self in front of her unlike here where I had to pretend happy in everyone's presence...."

He cried crouching down holding himself remembering the worst days of his life, the days when he didn't knew what to do with his shattered heart, the days when he was to desperate to do anything to stop pain of his inner self.

And then Asmara came.....

She changed everything.

She gave him hope. To live. To move on.

"She comforted me. She provided me shoulder to cry my heart out. I wasn't over my feelings but I knew I would with her help. We grew close and things happe....."

He was too ashamed to complete his sentence. How could he ? He was scared to proceed knowing his family hated him. Heck he hated himself. He committed zina. He did something he never imagined himself doing ever.

Love. It can either bloom a person to a good person or destroy him completely, which was definitely his case. His first love rejected him and the second girl who gave him her shoulder to get over the first one was worst.

She shattered him wrecking his heart to the extent he stopped trusting. He developed trust issues.

"How could you Hassan ? You have shamed me, our whole family. I can't believe one of my children could stoop low to the point of committing zina...."