5 years later
"You should do the stitches and close the patient." She said to the assistant surgeon standing beside her.
She left the Operation theatre, still wearing her surgical gloves and cap. She went to her office, she was removing her surgical gloves standing beside a dustbin.
When someone behind her, removed her surgical cap and her dark black hair scattered open over her back.
"Why are you so obsessed with removing my surgical cap?" She said.
"I am actually obsessed with your hairs, Dr Meerub." Dastaan said.
"And, your son has been crying a lot, I had to bring him here." Dastaan said and now Meerub looked at them.
Dastaan was carrying a 2 years old child in his arms, as the kid looked at Meerub he smiled.
"Abaan beta, did you miss your mom?" She asked and he giggled.
"Now, go and change your scrubs, and do give a retouch to your make-up, I have a surprise for you." Dastaan said.
"Okay, Janab." She smiled, looked at Dastaan and then at her son and went to changing room.
"My son seems to love his mom more, baba loves you too meri jaan." Dastaan talked to Abaan, Abaan didn't smile at him.
"Okay, We are not buying ice-cream for you, if you won't smile now." Dastaan again talked to Abaan.
"ma..mama." Abaan said smiling and giggling.
"Bilkul maa pe gaye ho beta, ap donon ki smile ne mujhe mar dena he aik din."
Dastaan said to his son.
Meerub came out of changing room, she was wearing a red frock, there was a light makeup on her face. A pendant containing a pearl and a bracelet on her wrist, a red khussa and a payal.
Dastaan looked at her and he couldn't tell God how much he is grateful for this one woman.
"Lets go." Meerub took Abaan from Dastaan and they left.
"Ain't we heading towards our home?" Meerub looked at Dastaan taking same route.
"The surprise is at home, Mohtarma." Dastaan said and Meerub again started playing and talking to Abaan.
They reached home, he opened the door, the lights which were off, went on and everyone was standing there, Dastaan's parents, Aiman , Fatima, Aiman's mother, Meerub's parents and siblings and everybody sang together.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday Dear Meerub."
Meerub was shocked for a second and then she looke at Dastaan who was standing beside her. It was always him, he always made sure to make her birthday special, she was so busy that she almost forgot it was her birthday.
"Happy birthday Meerub." Dastaan said, and as he saw tears in Meerub's eyes, he leaned forward and kissed her on her forehead. She loves Dastaan a lot but deep down she thinks he deserved much more better than her.
"Mama, to u." Abaan said and clapped. Meerub laughed with tears on her eyes.
She went and met everyone.
She was so blessed, she got everything a person ever desires, she looked at everyone standing there, but he was not there, he was still not there. It hurt her, his absence always hurt her.
You can get everything you ever wanted but the loss of your first love, the betryal by your first love always stays deep inside your heart and it still hurts.
But, the love of Dastaan healed a lot of scars. Life would have been different if it was not Dastaan who supported her, she wouldn't have been the strong woman she is now. She owe it to him.
This is the perfect family and she loved her husband and her son.
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A girl wearing a short T-shirt and wide jeans, entered a hospital. She looked here and there first and then moved towards the woman standing on reception.
Despite of noise in hospital, the receptionist could hear the heels noise moving towards her.
"I want to see patient named Aahil Ahmed akabr who is in room 361."
The girl said.
Receptionist was shocked for a while, because it's been 5 years since this patient is in coma, and this girl has come for the first time.
this patient gets the special treatment because he is brother of one of the billionaire of the country and he visits him daily.
Dastaan never forgot about Aahil, he would always go to visit Aahil before going to office every morning and before returning to his home every evening.
His parents come to see him weekly , his mother hasn't been fine since last 5 years and his father he seems so fragile, because it is so difficult to see your child lying lifeless on hospital bed.
Their father has become so soft and so good to Dastaan now, he now let Dastaan do whatever he wants to.
"May I know your name, please." Receptionist said, smiling, not because she wanted to because it was her job.
"Zarnab, Zarnab Fatima." The girl replied.
When she got the permission, she went to that room.
She looked at Aahil, his beard was grown a little more than he would have normally grow.
A nurse was present there, Zarnab asked her to leave and she did.
Zarnab sat down by a chair present infront of his bed.
"It's so difficult for me to see you like this, a lot has happened in past 5 years.
But, the pain you gave me hasn't decreased a bit. I am not fine, and nobody understands that, my parents think I have become mentally ill. But, no, I don't know whats wrong and where is it wrong."
She hold his hand in hers. She could feel his weak pulse.
" Aahil, I loved you and till the last momet I asked you to stay, it still huants me thinking I was never enough for you, you always wanted more and more. I never talked to any guy before you, I never approached any guy before you. You did wrong to me."
She looked at him, she knew he was in coma but deep down she expected him to wake up.
"I have become a total psychopath and you are responsible for it, It was so hard for me to leave drugs but I did.
I love you a lot, I still do but now enough is enough. I can't breath in the same air as you are, You deserve to die instead of lying on bed and being a burden upon my soul."
She stood up and slipped down his oxygen pump that was present on his nose and left.
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