Burn the truth (ENG)

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[Imran]

I was in the hallway of the hospital.  Bent over, deep in thought.

"Hey."

My eyes slid to my left and I saw Faid sitting next to me.  "Has the doctor said anything yet?"

The gloomy look left me sitting up in panic.  "What did she say?"

"Zara's life is in danger."

Thoughts ran wild as I looked confused at Faid.  "B- but she was okay when we were there and- and-"

"She wasn't okay," Faid hissed.  "She hasn't been okay for a long time."  Because of you.

Faid uttered frustrated, "Rayan had a f*king knife to her neck."

Guilt gripped my heart and pinched the organ.

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh.  "There were complications with the baby and Zara knew that from the start. Despite the danger of dying, she took the risk of giving birth."

ls Zara dying-

No.

Zara can not die.

"God knows what Rayan has done to her over the past few weeks."

My jaws clenched just at the thought.  If Zara hadn't fired, I would have.

"What happened to my father?"  I asked after a short silence.

"He is in jail for Rayan's death."

I nodded.

Before the police showed up, we took Zara's fingerprints from the gun and put my father's on it when he was unconscious from the blow Faid gave him.

The man deserves the rest of his life in jail after ruining our lives.

"Zara Raheem?"

Faid and I immediately got up at the sight of a nurse.

The nurse smiled broadly.  "Congratulations. It's a boy."

I felt my heart warm for a minute before my thoughts drifted to Zara.  "And Zara?"  I asked softly.

Fear settled in my chest.

The nurse looked at us gloomily.  "We have to wait."

She's still alive.

"May I see her?"  I immediately asked.

She nodded.  "One at a time. Mask on and apron on."

My eyes rolled to Faid and he patted me on the back.  "I'll talk to the doctor. You go first."

After following the nurse's instructions, I pushed open the door and stepped into the dark room.

I walked to the small bed and there was my son.  Sleeping.  I stroked the glass wall and muttered, "Welcome to Earth."

My eyes rolled to the side and I saw Zara lying on the bed.  Eyes closed and the blood cleared from her face.

I took a seat in the chair opposite her bed.  "Zara."  I pushed aside a strand of hair and looked at my son's mother with admiring eyes.

She's the kind of beauty that falls gently on your lips like snowflakes falling softly to the floor, quiet, subtle, delicate to the touch, yet gorgeous.

She is made of winter, thunderstorms and scars, but she possesses the softest touch for the broken soul.

When you meet her, you probably won't notice her right away, for hers is the beauty that always subtly whispers to your soul, first conquering your heart and soul before enchanting your eyes.

"My father made me trap you in love, and if you loved me so much that you trusted me blindly, I'd let you go. I'd turn my back on you and never look back."

My fingers slid down her cheek.

"But as I got to know you better, I started to love you. I didn't want to turn my back on you at all. I wanted you in my life."

A sigh left my mouth.

"My father saw through me and switched to his backup plan. Rayan. I was furious with him. You were my fiancée."

I felt my left hand form into a fist.

"I've been looking for you for months. I stalked my father and brother. I threatened them. Begged. I wanted you back. Six months later I found you in that house."

My fingers stroked her dark brown hair.

"I- I'm sorry, Zara. I'm very sorry. I know I'm wrong and I'm very sorry about it."

I took a deep breath.  "Will the right people with the wrong timing get a second chance?"

My breath caught in my throat when I saw her blink.  "Zara?"

She opened her eyes slowly and a tear trickled down her cheek.  "N-no."  Her voice was soft and hoarse.  She was almost unintelligible.

A lump formed in my throat.  "W-what?"

"Part of me will love you for the rest of my life, but right now I am chaos to your mind and you are poison to my heart."

"Zara."  My voice sounded broken.

Her hand stroked my cheek and I leaned against her hand.  Taking in the heat.  "I should have done this months ago. Saying goodbye."