𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐇تمہاری أليزي

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍: 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑...بھائی تمہارا

Tum par ghussa bhi aata hai,
aur tumhare bina raha bhi nahi jaata hai...

SHERRY

Sherry was busy pacing the hallway of the hospital. He'd just promised to Seher that he'd let Alisa and Ahmed know that Armaan had been admitted into hospital and that even though he was perfectly fine, they should be there with him.

He'd just saved Armaan's life, with the help of Seher, who he was ever grateful to, but the panic in his brain was making him freak out in fear of what his crazy wife might do to him. She was both the sweetest and the most crazy, violent girl he'd ever met in his life.

Sherry eventually decided to bite the bullet after fighting the war with himself, and he dialed Alisa's number. She was the one he should be telling first, after all. He pressed the call button, his heart thumping out of his chest as he listened to the rings. Alisa picked up on the third ring.

Sherry? Itni raat ko kyun call kar rahe hain aap? Sab khairiyat?

"Alizeh I don't even know how to explain this. Betar hoga ke tum yahan hospital ke taraf ajao, Ahmed ke saat. Armaan ki tarbiyat kharab hogayi hai aur tumhe yahan aana chahiye hai.

"Kya... kya matlab tarbiyat kharab hogayi hai? Mere bhai ko kya hua?

"Meri hoor, mat rona, acha. Woh ab bilkul theek hai. Apne aap ko mazboot rakho, apne bhai ke liye aur mere liye."

"Sherry usko kya hua hai? Batao na!

"Alizeh he went into sepsis. Ab bilkul theek hai, but Armaan ko tum dono ki zaroorat hai."

"Shehryar! Kab, kya, kaise?" Alizeh cried.

"Meri hoor, take a deep breath. Bas yahan a jao, sab bata dunga main tumhe. Please, ajao."

"Acha, main abhi aati hun."

ALISA

Alisa was in the living room, watching a movie when Sherry called. He had taken her by surprise; he was at work, but had called her. That in itself had her worried. What he said made it worse.

Armaan had landed himself in hospital. The last time he was there, he'd been through hell and had the accident. No matter how long had passed, it still shocked her, just like it did the day her parents told her about what had happened.

Alisa climbed out of her bed and got dressed before running up the stairs to tell Ahmed what had happened. She gave the door a sharp knock, waiting for him to open it. When the door remained closed, she used her spare key to unlock the door and walk inside. Alisa crept through the living room and then through the hallway separating the dining room and kitchen before walking past Armaan's bedroom.

Rocky was asleep on his bed, and she tiptoed along, so as to not wake him up. The door to Ahmed's bedroom was ajar, and she could see him asleep, lying on his stomach. She soon realised that waking her twin brother up was going to prove itself to be quite the task. She tapped his shoulder with her fingers gently, but that obviously didn't work. "Ahmed? Ahmed!" She said, trying to wake him, her voice continually getting louder as she repeated his name again and again.

She then shook his shoulder, which was also ineffective. Drastic measures meant that she slapped his face gently first, before doing so again with more force. It was useless. The oaf wasn't going to wake up. She stomped her feet on the floor and went to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the dishwasher and filling it with cold water from the tap.

Alisa returned to Ahmed's bedroom and flicked some of the water over his face. He didn't budge. "Kitna dheet hai yeh!" Alisa muttered furiously under her breath. Her patience had run thin after one too many attempts at waking him up, and so she tipped the whole glass of water over his head, watching as he shot up within seconds.