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Mishti slowly opened her eyes, her head pounding with a relentless ache.
She blinked several times, trying to focus on her surroundings, the room bathed in a soft, golden glow from the early morning sun.
As the memories of the previous night came rushing back to her, she felt a shiver run down her spine.
Curling up on the bed, she clutched the silken sheets tightly, her mind filled with thoughts of Ahmad's lifeless body lying on the floor.
The guilt and sadness weighed heavily on her, as if a dark cloud had settled over her heart.
Suddenly, she heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Sultan entering the room, his usually composed face now etched with worry and tension.
"Are you fi-" Sultan began, but Mishti cut him off abruptly.
"He is dead, right?" she whispered, her voice laced with accusation.
"He touched something that's mine," Sultan replied cryptically, his eyes reflecting a storm of conflicting emotions.
"I am not yours, Sultan!" Mishti's voice rose, a mixture of anger and fear lacing her words. "And how could you kill someone so openly, without even considering that we have a child in this house? Do you want Abid to grow up to be like you?"
Sultan's jaw tightened, his eyes meeting Mishti's gaze with a mix of defiance and regret. "I didn't kill him. I delivered justice," he stated firmly.
Mishti shook her head in disbelief, her heart heavy with sorrow. "That's not your place, Sultan. You could have called the police, let them handle it."
Sultan's expression softened slightly, a trace of vulnerability slipping through his mask of steely resolve. "That's not how my ethics work, Mishti," he murmured, his voice tinged with a deep sense of conviction.
Mishti tried to say something, but Sultan was shocked as he saw her faint.
With swift reflexes, he grasped her in his arms, holding her gently. "Bhabijaan, Sadafa, Ammijan," he called out, a hint of concern in his voice.
Aaliyah, feeling nervous and concerned, observed Mishti's condition and asked, "What happened to her?"
"She fainted, bhabijaan. Call the doctor," Sultan instructed, his tone urgent.
Soon, the doctor arrived and carefully examined Mishti, while everyone watched anxiously.
Mishti was partially conscious by then, fluttering her eyes weakly. The doctor then inquired, "Who is the patient's husband?"
They were taken aback by the question.
Sadafa responded, "She's not married, doctor. What's the matter? Please, tell us."
The doctor hesitated, visibly nervous as he glanced at Sultan and wiped his sweaty forehead. "Um, well... she is two weeks pregnant," he finally revealed.
"Impossible!" Sadafa exclaimed incredulously, her tone dripping with disbelief as she looked around at everyone. "Mishti is not married, and her character is definitely not like that. How could she be pregnant? Doctor, something must be wrong."
Mishti felt like the weight of the world was crashing down on her shoulders.
When her eyes met Sultan's, he seemed taken aback.
"I am absolutely certain, Madam. She is pregnant, which is why she fainted," the doctor stated firmly.
While Sadafa argued with the doctor, Aaliyah bhabijaan glanced at her brother-in-law.
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