Aziz-E-Qalb

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Musa’s POV

It’s been three weeks since our argument.

Looking back, I might have overreacted—but what else could I do? My girl is everything to me. The thought of something happening to her... it drives me insane.

I should have been more patient. It wasn’t even a big issue. But still… she hasn’t been well lately. She takes medicines and is supposed to rest, yet she never listens. She just doesn’t understand—I love her too much to lose her.

Right now, she’s in the bathroom. Lately, she’s been running to pee more often than usual, and honestly—

"AHHHHHH!"

Her scream sent a jolt of terror through me.

Before I could even move, Ain stumbled out of the bathroom, her hands clutching her stomach.

"Ibrahim… my ba—"

And then—she collapsed.

My heart stopped.

"Ain!" I lunged forward, catching her before she hit the ground. My hands shook as I scooped her into my arms.

"AMMIII! PLEASE JALDI GAADI NIKALWANE BOLIYE, AIN KO KUCH HO GYA HAI!" I yelled, my voice desperate.

Tayi Ammi’s face paled. "Haaye Allah! Kya ho gaya meri bachi ko? Akram Bhai, jaldi gadi nikaaliye, hospital jaana hai!"

Everything blurred after that.

We rushed to the car. I sat in the back seat, holding Ain’s cold hand between my own, rubbing small circles on her skin.

"Aina… sweetheart, please open your eyes." My voice cracked. "Your Ibrahim is sorry, baby. Please—please wake up for me."

No response.

Panic clawed at my chest. "Ammi, driver ko jaldi chalane boliye!"

But nothing felt fast enough.

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At the Hospital

The moment we arrived, the doctors rushed Ain inside while I stood there—paralyzed.

I could still hear her voice in my head. "Ibrahim, my ba—"

Was she about to say... baby?

Seconds felt like hours.

Then, the doctor’s words cut through the air like a knife.

"We have to act fast. Her body is rejecting the pregnancy. The antidodies are trying to eliminate the fetus due the difference of blood group, If we don’t intervene, we could lose both the mother and the child."

I went numb.

Pregnant?

Ain is pregnant?

A miracle.

And yet…

"We may not be able to save both."

My breath hitched. No… no, no, no.

I had never felt more powerless in my life.

And in that moment—I knew there was only one thing I could do.

I ran.

Not away.

To Him.

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Musa at the Mosque

I collapsed into sujood the moment I entered the mosque, pressing my forehead to the cool ground.

And I cried.

For Ain.

For our baby.

For a chance—a miracle.

Tears soaked into the prayer mat, but I didn’t care. My heart felt like it was being ripped apart, the weight of my mistakes crushing me.

"Ya Allah... please…"

I don’t know how long I stayed there. Hours? Minutes? I had no sense of time—only an aching chest and trembling hands.

Then—my phone vibrated.

I grabbed it with shaky fingers.

"Musa! Jaldi hospital aao!"

I didn’t wait for anything else.

I ran.

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Ain’s POV

A soft beeping filled the air.

I blinked slowly, my vision adjusting to the bright hospital lights. Everything felt heavy—my head, my limbs, my heart.

Then, voices.

I turned my head slightly and saw him.

Ibrahim.

My Ibrahim.

He stood near the door, talking to the doctor. His face was pale, his eyes red-rimmed and swollen.

The doctor’s words reached me, making my chest tighten.

"Both mother and baby are safe. We’ve only seen such miracles twice before. This is the third."

A miracle.

My baby was safe.

I let out a shaky breath, the relief overwhelming me.

But then—I hissed as a dull pain spread through my body.

Musa’s head snapped toward me, his eyes wide with panic.

The moment our gazes met, my lips wobbled, tears spilling down my cheeks. I stretched my arms out toward him, wordlessly begging for his warmth.

His breath hitched.

And then—he rushed to me, gathering me into his arms, burying his face in my hair.

A strained wail escaped me, followed by uncontrollable sobs.

"Ib… Ibrahim..." I clutched his shirt, my entire body shaking. "Please don’t take my baby away from me!"

His grip on me tightened.

"After my mother, father, and brother… this baby is all I have, Ibrahim. Please… I’ll do anything you say, but please don’t leave me. Don’t take my baby from me."

His arms trembled around me.

"Shhh, baby, I'm here." His voice cracked. "I’m so sorry for tormenting you. I was such a fool. Allah blessed us with a miracle, but I… I almost ruined everything. I’m sorry, my big baby. I’m so, so sorry… Baba ki jaan..."

My sobs grew louder.

"You won’t ask me to... to get rid of my baby, right?" I whispered, terrified of the answer.

He pulled back slightly, cupping my face. His eyes were full of raw emotion.

"I can never say such words about our baby, Ain." He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering there for a long moment. "Please forgive me for my foolishness. I love you… and our baby so much. I could never imagine leaving you both."

A fresh wave of tears blurred my vision.

He exhaled shakily, pressing our foreheads together.

"Only death can do us apart."

And in that moment—I knew.

He was mine.

And I was his.

Forever.

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Phewwww finally wrapped up my first story, it was really hard for me to come up with this chapter.

(I'll post a Epilogue soon)

Thank you for the patience.

I love each and every one of you ❤

~Zaina ❤