His Imposed Wife

Chapter No 83

"Roman, Roman, Roman. What he wants from me. Why he has to tease me like this? Why? He can't let me live my life?" she said, annoyed, and kicked a nearby plant.

"Saliha," she heard Hunza's voice. Hunza was wearing a concerned expressions.

"Hunza?" she whispered.

Hunza rushed towards her and hugged her.

"Oh thank God you are okay, you don't know how worried I was," Hunza said.

"Hunza, I have to esc..." She was about to complete her sentence when Hunza's words made her shiver through the spine.

"Imran Ali Gardezi and Mrs Gardezi are shot," Hunza.

Saliha felt as if she lost all of her strength to stand.

"What? No....no...this can't be," she screamed. The students passing by them started looking at them.

"It's true," Hunza said.

"I. I need to go. I need to see them," Saliha said crying.

Hunza and she rushed ahead towards the car.

"Hunza, what happened?" Saliha asked Panicked.

"Last night someone attacked their house and Mrs Eliza was in front," said Hunza, crying.

Saliha felt she was choking.

After rush driving they reached the hospital. Saliha ran inside towards ICU.

Eliza was inside with all those machines attached to her body. Saliha felt someone took her heart in hand.

Tears were rolling down my eyes.

She turned around more than 20 people arrived and Saliha did not know them. A few of them she saw in the pictures with Eliza and Imran.

James arrived as well. She was not in her senses.

James walked ahead and hugged her.

"It's okay," he said in a whisper. She felt comforted and started crying.

"Shh...It's okay," she said.

The doctor walks out of the O.T. and walks towards James.

"I am sorry Mr. Salar Hameed, we could not  help your brother-in-law Mr. Imran Gardezi," said the doctor.

Saliha felt as if someone stabbed her.

"No, you are lying, you are lying. He is alive. This can be. Please tell me, he is okay," Saliha said panicked and she was about to rush towards the O.T. when James stopped her.

The doctor rushes towards the ICU.

"She is not stable, doctor hurry," said the other doctor operating on Eliza.

Saliha felt as if someone had taken everything from her today. She became an orphan again. She looked up at James who left her and rushed towards the ICU from where he could see Eliza, his blood, his sister. His expressions were stone.

"I am the better one than you," her voice echoed in his head.

"Eliza, I will tell Mom that you are making fun of me," he said and rushed inside but he fell.

"Oh come on, first learn how to walk, butter legs," she said.

"Mom..." he screamed.

He came back to his senses again. He was seeing his sister leaving him and he did not even get a chance to say goodbye.

She opened her eyes and looked at him one last time. She was breathing heavily; he walked inside the I.C.U.

"Butter legs," she said with a smile.

"I will tell this to Mom," he said with teary eyes. He touched her hand; it was cold.

"I want you to do me a last favor," she said.

"Eliza, don't make me cry, you know I hate it," he said and a tear fell from his eyes.

"Saliha is now your responsibility. You have to take care of her. You have to become a father figure for her," she said.

"I promise," he said.

"Tell her the truth when the right time comes. She has the right to know all this," she said.

He nods.

"And one last thing I want to ask," she said with a smile.

He moved his ear near to her so that he could hear her.

"Why do I always have to babysit you Salar?" she asked. He chuckled and then he heard her last breath.

He hugged his sister one last time and then he started crying.

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"No, this can't be. You are lying. You are lying James," she said, screaming.

"It's true Saliha. You have to take care of yourself. My sister was worried for you in her last breath," he said.

Saliha broke down due to her loss.

They had planned a funeral and everyone from the armed forces and organization arrived. Saliha was waiting for Roman. She was sure how cruel he could be to her but he would visit his parent's last rites.

James nee Salar was crying.

"Salar, Eliza, and Imran were some of our best soldiers and we could not pay our loss ever," said the officer who had a heavy mustache.

Salaar hugged him. Saliha recognized this man as one of the twenty-plus men on the smart screen at Hania's house when she had gone to study the virus.

She recognized him with a voice. Then she saw Kristen walking ahead toward the crowd. He usually wears a hood and a cap as if it was his usual style. His green eyes were looking for someone and then their eyes met. His expression changed and then he walked towards his uncle.

"I am sorry for your loss Kristen; Eliza was your aunt. May God give peace to your family," said an officer while shaking hands with Kristen. People here seemed upset and at the same time they had proper control of their emotions and Saliha found this odd.

"He is Roman's cousin, so that's how he got his odd traits. And James is Aunt Eliza's brother? But why they are calling him Salar?" she thought. There were a lot of questions in her mind.

The funeral was done and everyone went back to their house.

"Saliha, come," said Hunza.

"Where?" Saliha asked.

"You cannot live alone now. It is dangerous. Emaad and I decided you to take my place," said Hunza. She nods.

"She will stay with us," said Salar.

"But we are her friends," Hunza said.

"I know but I promised my sister that I would take care of her," he said.

"Are you okay with that?" asked Hunza to Saliha.

Saliha remained quiet. She had to ask a lot of questions and this was a good chance.

"I will visit you from time to time," said Hunza.

Saliha smiled. 

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