وو عشق ہی کیا جو درد نہ دے، وو درد ہی کیا جو عشق میں گھلکے استعمال زہریلا نہ کرے، تو جنب وو ہم ہی کیا جو عشق کرے

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wo days after Mehtaab had fever, it still hadn't subsided and due to this she was admitted to the hospital

Azeen was all the time with her skipping her universities whilst Mehtaab told her not to but Azhar reassured her that he will help her cover up the mathematics portion she has left and requested her university to provide her online classes

Right now Azeen was in the prayer room of the hospital praying for her only family to get well soon and not to leave her alone so soon, she feels so small infront of the world, she's vulnerable, but if she has her mother with her she'll be strong forever

She just hoped her condition to get a little bit better, it hasn't improved from the last two days

Azhar mother, Hania was a big help, she made them lunch and both of them used to have it in the hospital itself as Azeen denied going home

Azhar used to visit them twice a day and was taking up all the charges for the treatment

Azeen opened her eyes, wiped her tears and came out of the room and went straight to the ICU ward where her mother layed connected to IV'S of glucose and a heartbeat monitor beside showing her heartbeat, even though barely

As she came she saw Azhar talking to the doctor's most probably about her mother's health and payment

Clad in a red salwar suit with red bangles dangling in her dainty wrists, red nose and shivering lips, beet cheeks and lowering gaze was all that took the cocky arrogant CEO to not to kiss her

He was wearing is Louis Philippe casuals, a black shirt that clung to his well built muscular body and grey trousers

He looked up as the doctor's on the sound of clincking of bangles, where he saw Azeen

She came closer to him and said her salam in almost an inaudible voice but he loved it

her shyness

"Ghar chalna hai? Thora aram kar lena Azeen mama bula rahi thi tumhe"

He questioned and she shook her head saying

"Main yahin rahungi or yahin se kha lungi aap ko takleef uthane ke zarurat nahi hai" she told him and he nodded hesitantly knowing very well how uncomfortable she was in public that too all alone for now

"Va..vaise vo aa..a.aap jo ye saare expenses utha rahe hain rehne dein, main kar lungi" hesitation was clearly visible in her but somehow she voiced out her thoughts going on her mind for days

"Kyun? Kyun rehne dun? Tum de dogi itni zyada rakam?" His words had ignited her, what did he think of her? Was she not able to bear her expenses?

"Haan de dungi! Aap khudko zyada mahan na samjha karein Azhar sahab mai apni mama ke kharche aram se utha lungi aap fikar nahi karein"

*AZHAR SAHAB- damn my name sounded so good from her mouth- SHUT UP AZHAR! focus.

"Main tou pay karunga ab tum chaho ya na chaho, meri khala hain voh"

Authority oozed out of his voice and she couldn't help but shiver

"Phir main aapko payback karungi jab mai eksaath paise jod lungi tou"

Azhar was shocked at her words..she?payback?him? Because his mindset was jo mera hai vo tumhara bhi toh hai

"Achha ji?" Azhar spoke, tease lacing out of his voice making Azeen frown

"Jee"

"Lekin main payback nahi leta, tum paise dogi bhi toh nahi launga wapis"

"Le..lek-lekin"

"Lekin ek tareeka hai, sahi waqt aane par main tumse inn installments ki jagah kuch or mangunga or tumhe mujhe vo dena padega, bolo Mazur hai?" Azhar spoke seriously whereas Azeen shivered visibly thinking about that kuch or and nodded in finality

"ji mil jayega" she spoke and drifted off towards the exit in the hospital's lawn

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It was after two days of Mehtaab being in hospital and her continuous detoriation in her health but that did not stop Azeen from losing hope and she kept having faith in Allah hoping that her mother gets well soon

Azhar used to visit the hospital atleast three times a day somehow and used to stay their at night with Azeen not letting her argue a bit

It was again that Azhar and Azeen were staying back at the hospital, whilst she sat there with hollow eyes but still full of hope and messy face but still the most beautiful woman

Azhar looked at her and asked if she ate something to which she lied smoothly that she had some apples which was instantly caught by him and he dragged her to the cafeteria of the hospital

He then made her have some rajma and rice and ordered a coffee for himself

"Padhai kaisi chal rhi hai Azeen?"

"Ji, thik chal rahi hai bhaijaan" she replied in a meek voice all the while still chewing on her rice

Azhar internally cringed at the endearment

"Bhaijaan mat kaho mujhe" he spoke with his voice showing clear irritation

"Kiyun?" She asked back raising her one eyebrow

"Kyuki mujhe-" just then they heard Mehtaab's name being called and they rushed to the where she was being treated

The light of the operation theatre changed to green soon and the doctor who was treating Mehtaab came out

"Mr Azhar?"

"Yes doctor, is she alright?"

He asked in a hurry, he could already feel Azeen shaking and tears ready to fall out of her Bambi eyes

"I'm sorry, she has very less time time, she's calling for you both"

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