HIS & HERS

CHAPTER ~ TEN

AYAN

After we arrived at tudun wada, we made our way to Zubair's hideout, the tension palpable in the air. As we entered, he made a desperate attempt to flee, but Afreen couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh at his feeble attempt, a mix of relief and disbelief evident in her voice. A scuffle quickly erupted, and in a moment of sheer anger, he callously threw her to the ground. My heart raced as I rushed over to her, the sound of her gasp echoing in my ears. With a surge of adrenaline, I delivered a swift punch to Zubair, the force of my blow rendering him unconscious.

Turning to Afreen, I asked urgently if she was okay, my voice laced with concern. She tried to stand, her determination shining through, but her strength failed her, and she ultimately fainted in my arms. Panic and worry coursed through me as I held her close, the weight of the situation settling heavily on my shoulders.

The manager arrived promptly, his eyes widening at the scene before him. I instructed him to take Zubair and lock him up in one of the hotel rooms, my voice firm and resolute. The air was thick with tension and concern as we navigated the aftermath of the confrontation, each moment etched with a sense of urgency and emotion.

I picked Afreen and rushed to my car with her. I secured her body with the seat belt and drove off to Nisa premier hospital. I drove to the front door and her unconscious body was rushed onto and into the hospital

As the minutes stretched into hours, I felt a knot of anxiety tightening in my chest. Every passing second felt like an eternity as I anxiously awaited the results of the tests. The doctor had ordered a sugar test, and her blood was taken for examination. I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that lingered in the air.

Unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, I requested that she be moved to the VIP ward, hoping that the change in surroundings would bring some semblance of comfort amidst the turmoil. The wait felt endless, each passing moment filled with a sense of impending doom.

Finally, the doctor called for my attention, and I hurried into his office, my heart pounding in my chest. I took a seat, my eyes fixed on the doctor, silently pleading for reassurance. His solemn expression only added to my growing apprehension. He cleared his throat, and for a moment, the room fell silent, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air.

"We have the results," he began, his voice nervous . "I'm afraid it's not what we were hoping for."

My world seemed to come to a standstill as his words sank in. Fear and despair washed over me, leaving me feeling utterly helpless in the face of the unknown.

"Congratulations Mr Ayan, Mrs Afreen is three weeks pregnant" he said smiling brightly and extended his hand for a handshake.

"What!" I was confused "how can that be" I asked stunned

"I know" he smiled "the insemination was a success and Mrs Afreen is three weeks pregnant" his words echoed into my ears and I exhaled. 'inalillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun' I mumbled

"Is she okay" was the only thing I could say after hearing the news

"She is healthy and after an hour we will wake up and you can go home. I'll prescribed some drugs for her and she needs to be careful not to strain herself like she did today"

He scribbled down the list of medications, and I hurried to the pharmacy to collect them. As I stepped into the exclusive VIP room where Afreen was under care, my heart raced with a mix of anxiety and determination. The weight of the news I had to deliver about her pregnancy hung heavily on my mind.