She was still not conscious and doctors were still going through her reports. She looked pale laying on that hospital bed, I seriously hated that place.

I took her hand in mine and kissed the back of it gently before making circles at the back of her hand. What might have happened to her? The thoughts were killing me, I was silently praying to ALLAH to heal my Zarnish soon, seeing her like that was making me mad and scared. I couldn't take my eyes off her face, she looked in pain.

The door of the room flew open and in came the doctor with some envelope in his hands. He had some upsetting expression plastered on his face. What could be that? My heart picked a beat.

"You need to see this", he handed me that envelope, his tone was serious. I quickly opened up that and that when the earth was dragged away from underneath my feet, I felt the darkness coming in my way again, all the pain, sore and heart wrenching events of my life crossed my mind indicating for the addition of one more. I felt short of breath and my hands trembled in fear. No no, this couldn't happen, why again, why ALLAH why me again? Please don't do this to me, I couldn't afford to lose her now. Please ALLAH. I was crying silently when some tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt a hand on my shoulder and it was the doctor.

"Please come out for a little talk", his tone had pity. I walked along with him outside.

"Actually there are two tumors found in her brain and thanks to GOD that they can be removed however among the two, one is in such position that if we try to dislodge that then there's a chance of her losing her memory or eyesight forever", his words made me petrify. I clutched that paper in my hand and grasped each word he uttered out.

"However if the surgery is successful then she'll be all fine", he assured me but I was frightened.

"But I can't guarantee as the chances of success are just 20% out of 100", his words were ringing in my head and banging it giving me more pain.

"But I'll suggest you to allow her for operation so that she can be living again and do pray for the success of operation", he completed the convo leaving me in some life threatening thoughts, I was literally shivering, why wouldn't I, I was scared as hell to lose my only source of living, my Zarnish, no, I couldn't lose her, I couldn't lose my only family. Indeed ALLAH would help me out, I would pray to HIM and I knew HE would listen to me. I knew.

*******

She laid straight on the bed staring back the white ceiling where many wild thoughts were running through her mind, her hands were protectively locked in his, he kept staring their intertwined hands and caressed her knuckles gently lost in his thoughts. Tears were dripping off his eyes making contact with her skin but she was immobile. He sniffed louder when her eyes darted to his face, he was crying and she cried too but silently.

She couldn't belive things would turn out this way, why that happened to them? She was not afraid of herself but for the man she loved so much. She knew he had gone through alot, he lost his family in some miserable circumstances and she knew he couldn't take more pain. He would lose himself. He looked like a little boy who cry on losing his favorite toy. He seemed helpless.

"Please don't go Zarnish", he mumbled unaware that she was listening to him. She closed her eyes and cried loudly in her mind.

"I need you, I'm nothing without you", some sobs left his mouth and she sobbed in her mind. Ya ALLAH please help us, she silently prayed.

"I don't wanna lose you, I just can't, please. I beg you", he said but in the end his voice cracked and he hugged her hand tightly crying loudly. That man had no strength to go through one more trauma.

A loud sniff he heard from her, his eyes shot in her direction and she was crying with closed eyes.

"Zarnish", he got off from his placed and hovered her body taking her face in his hands.

She slowly opened her eyes and came across his icy blue orbs that were fading under the pool of tears.

He leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead, he kept his lips in contact with her skin when she pulled his shirt to grabbed his attention. He looked in her eyes and she gestured him to lay beside him.

He settled himself on the soft bed and took her in his arms. She placed her head on his chest and he dragged the duvet over them tightly clutching her waist pulling her more into him. She nuzzled furthur in his chest and his shirt soaked her tears. His eyes were still teary and he was gently massaging her head in a fear that he might do something to that fu****g tumor in her head.

"You'll pray to ALLAH for my well being?" She asked him after a while.

"Every moment I do this", he answered, there was so much sincerity in his tone that one might fall for it.

"So IN SHA ALLAH, I'll be fine", she smiled through her tears and he again kissed her forehead mumbling Ameen.

They laid there for GOD knows how long.

******

Zarnish condition got worsen with each passing day. Some nights she used to wake up with loud pants and drained in sweat, some night she cried loud due to pain in her head, some night she passed out without waking up for 2 to 3 days. Those days were the worst nightmare for Mohaib though he didn't leave the side of Zarnish ever. He used to consoled her every moment fighting with his inner weak side, whenever Zarnish went through those critical stages Mohaib used to cry not in front of her but in front of HIM, ALLAH SWT, he used to cry in sujood and ask ALLAH to heal his Zarnish without giving her more pain. He took the best care of his wife, his life, his everything. He gave all his strength in encumbrancing his wife. Whenever she went through any trauma she always found him by her side, always holding her hand. She didn't really want to leave her man, she was watching him breaking with every second and it pained her heart. She knew he cried silently and it agonised her more.

Doctors scheduled the operation after a whole month of her diagnosis. Now the day was approaching and Mohaib kept praying and he knew ALLAH would grant them the best. Best of all.

After a month.

Morning.

She was laying on the stretcher all ready to undergo the operation, from past month Mohaib didn't leave her side, he was madly doing all the work for her, his pale skin and dark circles were portraying him as one living corpse.

Aunty was currently staying along Zarnish when Mohaib was fulfilling all the formalities of the hospital.

"Eat this", Fakhir passed him a sandwich but like he had been doing from past month, he denied clinking the pen keeping his gaze glued to the form he was filling.

"It's an order from me", Fakhir's tone was tough, Mohaib lifted his eyes and looked in his, there he saw so much sadness and concern for him.

"Fine", he took it despite not wanting to he took several bite of the sandwich and with so much effort he gobbled in the food with water.

"Bhabhi will be fine na?" He asked Mohaib with a worried tone.

"IN SHA ALLAH (if GOD wills)", he mumbled again getting lost in the world of fear for only his Zarnish.

He glanced his watch and it was 5 mins left for the surgery. He and Fakhir almost ran to the room where she was getting ready for the big event.

"You'll be fine bhabhi", Fakhir said with tears streaming his eyes. She was like an elder sister to him.

She nodded with a weak smile, he left before bursting out into tears. Aunty gave her prayers and pecked Zarnish forehead before giving them some privacy for few mins.

He was standing along her bed with eyes glued on her face, she was staring back in his eyes. She noticed how thin he looked. His long sleeved shirt was not fitted on his biceps, his trousers were loosely hanging around his lower abdomen, his hair were disheveled, the colour of his skin had drained and those bags under his eyes were heavy, he looked like a corpse but still amazingly handsome for her.

He sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand in his.

"Keep praying, I know if you'll pray then I'll be fine", her voice was hoarse but his throat was stinging to utter any word back. He was bearly gulping in the sobs that were on the edge to escape.

He leaned in and captured her chaped lips in a kiss, despite being dry he felt them sweet, he kept the contact gentle and she responded weakly. He broke it and put his forehead on hers.

"I'll be by your side always", his voice cracked and eyes closed, his tears fell on her eyelids. She closed her eyes for a while before opening them again. She was staring his face with all the love in her for him. He looked so vulnerable.

"I know", she replied caressing his cheek, he felt her soft fingers on his skin and he was mesmerised by that little attempt of her wanting it to last forever.

"Just stay by my side", his voice jarred.

"IN SHA ALLAH", she replied and he flew open his eyes. He gently kissed her both eyes, tip of nose and lips when the door open and in came the nurses.

"I wanna join in the surgery room", he said in an authoritive tone.

"But big boss-", the nurse opposed but that stubborn man cut her off.

"Don't argue", he almost yelled when he felt a tug in his hand, Zarnish indicated him to come near.

He leaned in.

"I'll be fine, just stay outside the room, please", she said but he nodded in no.

"Please...", she spoke squeezing his hand and then he let out a dejected sigh.

"Fine just for you", he said before placing his lips one more time on her forehead.

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He was glued to his position for past 6 hours and kept praying ALLAH without any break. Fakhir tried to feed him but as you all know our Mohaib had done PhD in stubbornness, he didn't even move his head, his eyes were glued to the particular spot on the ground with many supplications on his tongue.

The creaked of the door grabbed his attention and in past 6 hours he lifted his eyes for the first time to see the doctor emerging out of that room but what's with his face? Why he looked upset?

YA ALLAH my Zarnish, he almost cried in his heart when the news given to him dangled him in double feelings where pain overcame all.

Ohh no!.

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Hey there people.

So sorry for late update

Was little busy... hope you all understand.

Mohaib got.

Ohh .

for the best. *fingers crossed*.

Do comment.

Loads of love.

The writer.

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