HER HUSBAND [A STRANGER IN HER HEART]

Chapter Twenty Five

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~Rasulullah S.A.W. said that no evil, pain or difficulty afflicts the believers except that Allah expiates for them some of their sins~

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Aadil's POV.

"Farha Aadil Imran" I spoke tensed and impatient to the lady at the hospital reception, as she went ahead checking across the file with her.

"ICU" she announced and cold shivers ran down my spine at that moment.

She was in danger

Without thinking twice, I braced up once and across the corridors of the hospital while Arham and Alma trailed behind me but were not close to even catching up with me as it all seemed like I was almost running.

On getting to the ICU I knew that something big was up already as I could spot mom and dad with Farha's parents waiting impatiently by the corridor already,

Whatever it was going to be it would be, either I get two hot slaps from mom or I get beaten up by her cause with the furrowed look that rested on her face as I approached them, it was evident my arrival had irritated her.

She was sitting beside Farha's mom and trying to calm the sobbing woman.

I felt a lump slip in my throat at that moment as it dawned on me that I had failed her as a son-in-law.

Despite the fact that she had given me her daughter willingly with so much hope and trust and this was all I could pay her back with, I couldn't even bring myself to face her.

"What- wh- How is she now?" I asked dad who seemed a bit calm but was pacing the corridor up and down.

Her dad just stood still by the wall, shaking his head repeatedly and his hands akimbo.

"We're waiting for the Doctor to come out" he simply replied and I sighed seeing how calm he was, not that he wasn't affected but that's just how my dad seemed to be,

He doesn't stress over any unfortunate situations, he'll simply just pray instead and hope for the best.

"I'm sorry maa" The words escaped my lips very heavily as I locked eyes with her mom, and on seeing how heavy her eyes were I couldn't just help but feel very bad and ashamed of myself.

"Of course you aren't sorry" mom stood up, looking very intimidatingly into my eyes that it seemed like she was going to have me eaten up at that moment.

"Ummiy..." I almost called but was met across the face by two hot resounding slaps.

I was expecting that though

"Was this how I brought you up?" She asked staring daringly into my eyes as I looked down not able to withstand her burning gaze.

"Answer me Aadil was this how I brought you up? Was this the man I trained you to become? Was this the kind of husband your father taught you to be? Are you even my son?..."

"Mom!" I called in a warning tone, the last question getting into me.

How in earth would she question my relationship with her just like that?
She's always loved and cared and doted on me as her only son just like dad does to Ablah as his only daughter and now she's busy questioning my identity?