HER HUSBAND [A STRANGER IN HER HEART]

Chapter Twenty Three

Farha's POV.

He came back from work, so tired and worn out.

I was so worried, I had heard him honk his car a while ago but he was yet to get in.

"Madam! Madam!" The guard rushed towards the house looking so much frightened.

I rushed out to attend to him only to find my husband laying lifeless and helpless on the ground.

"Aadil!" I screamed and ran to him.

"Aadil! Aadil! Aadil!" I called out to him repeatedly but he was far gone.

The maid brought me water and I sprinkled on his face while his head was gently placed on my lap

He opened his eyes slowly and met with mine.

"Slowly, careful" I helped him get up and together we headed in.

The maid dropped his medical bag on the centre table in the living room and left while I helped him lie on the couch.

"You scared me Aadil what's the matter? What happened?" I removed his stockings gently and placed them aside.

"I don't even know, probably due to some stress hormone. I passed out" he shrugged ruffling his hand through his hair.

The maid brought some Halwa poori at that instant and I opted to feed him.

He took in the food slowly and soon he was done eating.

He explained that he had to be in a surgery that lasted for about ten hours and possibly he had been stressed due to that.

I shook my head repeatedly and expressed my displeasure at that.

"That's what it takes to be a surgeon Farha" he smiled and I helped him up.

We headed up the stairs and soon came to his room.

He went ahead to have a shower while I proceeded to offer namaz.

Soon I came back to his room and met him lying on the bed.

"How are you feeling now? Are you getting better? Probably you need to get a check up done? Should I call on your private nurse?" I asked worried and he just shook his head repeatedly at all that I had suggested.

His cellphone rang in the process and upon answering the call, his demeanor changed instantly.

"I need to get going Farha, The patient I operated on earlier today has got some complications. Take care of yourself uhn I'll be back" He announced got out of bed, changed his outfit and rushed down the stairs while I ran to catch up with him.

I got hold of him at the main door and held him to my face.

"Why must it be you Aadil? You're sick and you're still going to do this? Can't they get another doctor for Allah's sake?" I asked with so much worry.

"No Farha, Im the doctor in charge, try to understand" he explained but I wouldn't give in.

"I'll be back Farha, he placed a soft kiss on my forehead weakly and headed out of the house" I just stood and watched him go I couldn't do anything.

Why must I pay for my husband being a surgeon?

Why does my husband have to go through all these?

Why does he have to work this hard? Even when he is sick?

I walked back to the living room dejectedly and threw myself carelessly on the couch.

I have to sleep without him around at night on many occasions too because he gets night shift.