Writer.

Those bloodred lips then parted as Isaa kissed her knuckles holding her hand by both hands. A tear escaped from his eye that fell on her hand which she realized soon and moved her hand down.

"I'm ok...I'm fine."

Again he brought that near his lips lowering his head to not show his eyes to her.

"Doctor...hahahaha! How can you cry? Where's your manly ego now? Eeeuii Isaaa...stop it." Suddenly feeling her full hand wet, she tried to sit down but failed as she couldn't force on her body that felt like a lifeless one.

"Isaa..talk to me...Allah! Did I complain anything? Don't cry like a girl. Look at me."

He forcefully kept her hand on his face covering his nose and mouth while tears kept flowing down like rain.

"How shame! Are you Mahdi? Come on, Isaaaaaaaa! Don't cry na. Please."

"Allah! Isaaaa! I didn't expect this from you." Trying for the 9th time, she finally managed to sit up as she leaned forward next to him and put her hand on his shoulder while the other one still is on his grip.

He didn't sob nor did make sound, simply those eyes rained while he kept hiding them by lowering his head and attaching her hand to his face.

"Hey, are you a baby? Stop naa. It's been so long now."

"Isaaaaaaaa!"

"Allah!"

"Who cries like this?"

"Hubbyyy, please look at me."

"See my hand is paining now."

"Leave na."

"Look up. Please."

"Okay hug me."

"Doooo."

"Isaaaaa."

Finally he let her hand go and looked up only to again hide his face on her shoulder as he slowly pulled her on his lap from the bed.

"Again!"

"Feels better." Mumbling, she ran her hand through his hair while he kept shedding tears resting his chin on her shoulder.

Minutes passed like this but he didn't move at all. Suddenly she broke the hug pushing him back without his expectation as he came out of his nightmarish thoughts.

"Okayyyy!"

He tried to hug again but she moved her head away and hold his face with her hands.

"Don't move."

She wiped his tears cleaning his cheeks but again they became wet as eyes were filled with tears.

Giving up, he freely then stared at her as she rubbed her hands on his cheeks.

She felt his body shivering as the face turned red. Slowly settling on his lap, she joined their foreheads and let droplets of tears roll down.

"You don't cry....don't." For the first time today he uttered those words which came out like a whisper. Parting his lips, he pecked hers while wiping tears.

"I love you. I...I'm scared... I can..can't...can't do this....it's...suffoc..ating....I want to run ..away from it...I..really can't breathe... preferably...

May..Mayrah...I love you...I can't lose you....I know..this does worth if you ge...get freedom from this...but.....aahh...

I don't want to let you go again I can't let you bear this hellfire here.

I ..just feel tired....

I can't....you..know...

Mahdi...told...mm..me to not bring you back...he...he doesn't want you anymore...if this costs to...treat..you like that."

"Wha.....what? Mahdi said what?"

Flashback.

He entered the room making sure that know one sees him.

Immediately closing it, he looked around only to find a body resting on a bed while machines surrounding it.

A sky blue duvet covered her only keeping the face out of it.

He didn't feel scared but his body shivered as he took slow steps towards the bed.

He sat up on the bed and looked at her face.

"Mumma."

With a gentle kiss on her lips, he muttered and laid on top of her.

"You're sleeping Mumma?" He whispered looking at her closed eyes. Touching her head, which has no hair, he kissed on her upper forehead.

For about 10 minutes he kept staring at her as after that he immediately got down from her body for the fear of getting caught by his father.

With his tiny and little fingers, he took the duvet on his grip and pulled it down till her stomach.

Her chest is covered with only a thin crop top revealing full neck and stomach.

His mouth opened in shock as eyes widened when the redness and type of burnt scars of her neck and shoulders caught his eyes.

Covering again, he moved to the end of the bed and pulled it up till her knees.

Tears filled his eyes as he gulped down. He leaned forward and placed few kisses on her feet.

"Mahdi." Hearing his name he immediately moved back being scared as his gaze fell on Isaa standing out of the door.

"Daadaa....."

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"Mummaaa...Daadaa..." Before they could continue, the door opened as Mahdi entered. He closed the door and came running to them.

"Mumma." As Mayrah moved from Isaa's lap, he climbed up on her and hugged tightly.

"Awhh Mahdi.. slow down."

"Mumma you're okay?" He kissed all around her face holding by her neck as she nodded and kissed back on his forehead.

"There...." He tried to check on her neck scars but found that white and clean.

"Ohh..." Being confused, again he pulled her Kurti down revealing her shoulder which is too, clean as before her body looked burnt to him.

"I'm okay baby. What happened?"

"Are you not feeling pain?"

"No." At this he looked at Isaa who was silently watching his son's movements.

"Where is Mahdia?"

"They left."

"Why didn't you?"

"I want to talk to you. I'll go with Daadaa."

"Okay then. Did yo....."

"Don't lie Mumma. It hurts you right?" The question made his parents look at each other to give him a satisfactory answer which they are unable to find.

"Mahd...di....Mumma will be back soon. Why do you think about it?"

She tried her best to not break apart but at last a teardrop fell down from her eyes as she replied.

"But I....."

"Allah doesn't hurt his slaves. I become unconscious so I don't feel any pain."

"Then why would Daadaa cry?"

"Huh? Uhh... because..mm...Allah! Why are you worried? Don't you want Mumma back?"

"I don't."

"Hahaha oh really?

Don't you love me?"

She questioned messing his hair at which he looked up as his grey eyes turned deeper.

"Allah loves you more. Why don't you go to Him?"

"You...talk so much. My baby, we ca...."

"Mummaaa....you know we get everything that we want in Jannah." Trying to act wise he spoke leaning forward as he took her hands on his lap.

"Yesss! So we......"

"Then why don't you go there and ask Allah to bring Daadaa, me and Mahdia to you?

We all will live there happily. Then you won't also be sick so Daadaa won't hurt you."

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Isaa.

Seeing her laid there down every week just for 15 minutes feels like 15 years. I know, she feels so helpless on that bed. She can't move, can't scream, can't talk, what more?

And here like a heartless doctor I keep burning her without any hesitation. Everytime my gaze falls on her, she already keeps looking at me.

That look clearly defines her pain.

Still I've to ignore and hurt her more.

And....she lies so much! It doesn't hurt, I don't feel it, it's bearable, it's unlike what you doctors thought and so on.

When I show no mercy to hurt her, why does she do so?

I can't choose to let her go.

I'm selfish to hurt her for getting her back to me instead of freeing her from this pain.

Just an easy step would end everything. I can let her die peacefully just with a single syringe. Then obviously she would belong to Jannah.

I don't even need her permission!

She'll forget me once she dies.

Just this heart disallows to let her go.

I've tried so much....7 years! Why not few months more?

The ache isn't permanent, right?

Still the time doesn't fade.

"Doctor, eyes.... blo..blood...."

The voice brought me back here as I looked down finding blood oozing out from her eyes which are fully open as the orbs are fixed on me.

"Turn...it..off....she can't...bear the pain."

"But it's just been 9 minutes. It won't work if w...."

"Turn It... Off." I tried my best to make my voice clear still it broke. Her unending gaze on me feels like a punishment.

As soon as the rays went off, her upper body climbed up showing her struggle to ease the ache. I stood helpless, letting her fight with it with her eyes fixed on mine.

She couldn't scream but those eyes yelled a lot. Everyone became busy with other stuffs only I am here watching her pain, maybe I can ease it. But only by death.

"Doctor She Woke Up."

Hearing this, Immediately Isaa turned around and made his way towards the room running the fastest.

"Mayrah... May..aahh...."

He fell down on his knees beside her bed where she laid silently with wires connected to her veins and an oxygen mask on her face.

"Iaa...h..." She closed her eyes letting tears roll down as her fingers moved when he hold her hand.

"Mayrah....are..you...o...." He removed the mask and attached her lips with hers. Just seconds later she pushed him away and cried more as her full body shivered having the unbearable torture inside her body.

"My...body...ohh....pains...I..I can't...aahh....stop it...I can't... breathe...." She whispered sobbing loudly making him cry too.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, I really am...I'm sorry..I love you....Mayrah..."

Helpless he is, unable to choose anything that could calm her ache, or just end it forever. Though death is the only option perfect for her situation, which most probably is the worst again the best decision he could think of.

"Isaaa.....it hurts...more..a lot........do.. som...ethi..nig... please...."

He clenched his fists shutting his eyes off tight, his fear rised as he thought to go for it.

"In.. injection..is..is ready...it..it will hurt...just for..for a second...if..if you agree.....to..."

If she agrees to die!

Leaving him behind, alone, forever.

"Do...so... please.."

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