Author's pov~
Asher has not got his consciousness back, doctors lose their hope but still they are not declaring Asher's as dead because his heart still pumps blood.
Continuous prayer and hope make him alive.
8 p.m
When Asher's family was present in his ward room.
They noticed moment of his body.
Her mother came near his bed and started caressing his hair lovingly.
Asher blinked his eyes and opened them with a jerk.
He rubbed his eyes and adjust his eyes in light.
The first word he uttered was his wife's name.
“Ab...eer” He murmured softly while blinking his eyes.
“Ammi where is Abeer?” He asked his mother.
But they kept mum no one spoke a single word.
“Batayein Ammi Abeer kidhar hain?” He said in panicking voice.
[Tell me Ammi where is Abeer]
He missed his Abeer so much.
All he wanted was to just hug his Abeer and stay in her arms for forever.
He need his Abeerah but she didn't came to meet him.
“Hum akhiri baar pooch rahe hain ap sab se kahan hain humari Abeerah bataein hume” He said in stern voice.
[I am asking you all for the last time, where is my Abeerah?]
“Ghar chali gyi hain woh apko iss haal mein chor kar” His mother said in anger.
[She has gone home and left you in this condition]
“Don't lie, I'm damn sure you have done something with her” He said with the same intensity.
“Asher ab ap apni Ammi se uss ladki ke liye lad rahein jisey apki fikar hi nahi hai” His mother said in fake crying tone.
[Asher, now you are fighting with your mother for a girl who doesn't care about you.]
“Ammi aisi baat nahi hai ap galat samjh rahi hain” He said and shifted from the bed to make some space for his mother to make her sit near him.
[Ammi it is not like that, you are misunderstanding me.]
He makes his mother sit on the bed and hugs her.
Abeerah's pov~
I slept at night for 2 hours when i woke up at 6 am.
I admired Asher's face.
After that i get freshen up.
I lost my patience it is too much for me to handle.
I cannot bear my Asher's silence.
I want to hear my name from his mouth.
Zindagi mein aise bohat se mod aate hain jab hum khud ko bohat beybas mehsoos karte hain fir hume pata chalta hai zindagi bhi ek azaab hai agar koi humara bohat kareebi hume chor jaye.
I'm thinking all that when Asher's mother came to room.
She locked the door.
And grab my arm, she drag me towards the window.
“Humare bete se dur raho Abeerah warna hum tumhe kahin ka nahi chorenge” She said in stern voice.
[Stay away from my son, Abeerah, otherwise i will not leave you]
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MY EUPHORIA
Romance"My Euphoria Story" explores the intertwining lives of two couples who embark on the journey of arranged marriages. As they navigate the nuances of cultural traditions and familial expectations, the story delves into the complexities of love, connec...
