**BOOK THREE IN THE UNCONDITIONALLY SERIES** IT'S BEST TO READ 'UNCONDITIONALLY' AND THEN 'IRREVOCABLY' FIRST.
*The darkest book in the Unconditionally series.*
Rohaan Rehan Tariq is now a detective, working to solve the most serious crimes. He has...
The laws may not reflect the real UK law, although I do try my best to write it as accurate as possible. Guns are generally not openly used by the police here. Consider the legal rules/procedures/police matters real for fictional purposes!
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Yamna
I woke up in the hospital, a drip attached to me.
My worried mother sat beside me, holding my hand, while Papa paced the room.
"Why am I here?" I whispered.
"Did you have anything to eat all day?" Mama demanded.
I shook my head.
"Yamna, what am I going to do with you?" Mama snapped, standing up.
"Saba." Papa shook her head. "She's in the hospital right now. Not now."
"Yasin, look what she's done to herself!" Mama cried out.
You did this to me. I wanted to say this to her, but I also knew that it wouldn't be fair to say that either. None of this was anyone's fault.
There was a knock on the door. "Chachu?"
I sat up straighter, pulling the bed sheet over myself.
"Come in, Arsal." Papa called out, wearily.
Arsal Bhai stood in the doorway. "Is Yamna okay? Anything to be concerned about?"
"She's fine, Alhumdulillah. She just didn't eat properly." Papa explained, patting his shoulder. "Thank you for helping Saba bring her in, bachay."
"Chachu, why are you being so formal? We're all family here."
"I'm going to get you some juice, okay?" Mama looked at me, her tone softening once again.
"Chachi, I can get it. You guys want anything?" Arsal Bhai asked my parents.
"That's sweet of you, Arsal. No, thanks. Just the juice is enough for Yamna." Mama gave him a warm smile.
Once Arsal Bhai had left, I took a deep breath. "Mama, say no to that rishta."
My parents both looked at me, surprised.
"Yamna..." Mama began.
"Mama, please. Just say no!" I snapped.
"Okay, Yamna, nothing will happen unless you want it, okay?" Papa reassured me. "We will refuse that rishta."
