Seeking Her Forgiveness

11. Destruction of his Love

Shahana lay unconscious, deep in the throes of sleep, the effects of the sedative still lingering in her system. Arsalan sat by her bedside, his fingers gently tracing the outline of her hand, his mind replaying the doctor's words.

"You should also consult a good psychiatrist," the doctor had advised. "She seems to be under a lot of stress. She's been through some deep trauma. In this condition, you need to take extra care of her. Otherwise, both her and the baby's lives could be at risk."

Arsalan was lost in these thoughts when he felt a subtle movement in Shahana's hand. He looked down to see her eyes fluttering, her gaze unfocused as she stared at the ceiling, still transitioning back to consciousness.

A surge of relief washed over Arsalan as he watched her regain her senses. "Shahana!" he called out softly, his voice filled with concern and affection.

Startled by his voice, Shahana turned towards him, her eyes meeting his. She then looked down at their intertwined hands, a frown creasing her forehead. "Where am I, Azlan?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion and anxiety.

Arsalan gently explained their situation. "You're in the hospital. You suddenly fell ill, so I brought you here."

Shahana nodded absently, her mind struggling to piece together the events that led her to the hospital bed. The last thing she remembered was being in her room.

She tried to sit up, but Arsalan gently pressed her back down. "Don't get up," he said. "Just rest."

"I'm fine," she insisted, her voice firm. "I need to go home."

A wave of unease washed over Shahana as she felt Azlan's presence. His gentle gaze, his eyes filled with love and concern, stirred up a strange sensation within her. She didn't want to fall under his spell again. She wanted to be free from Azlan Samiul Amin.

"Of course, we'll go home," Arsalan assured her. "But first, you need to have some tests. Then, we'll head back."

"No, I need to go home now," she repeated, her voice rising in urgency. She tried to get out of bed, but Arsalan held her back.

"Please, Shahana," he pleaded, his voice laced with worry. "You need to stay in the hospital for two more days. You're not fully recovered yet, and I can't risk your health."

Shahana's forehead furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Arsalan took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Shahana," he began, his voice soft but firm, "you're pregnant."

Shahana's eyes widened in shock, her mind struggling to comprehend the news. She stared at Azlan, her face pale and drawn, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Pregnant?" she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

Arsalan nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions – joy, concern, and a hint of fear. "Yes," he confirmed. "You're carrying our child."

Shahana's mind reeled, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. She couldn't believe it. She was pregnant with Azlan's child. The man she had loved and lost, the man who had shattered her heart, was now the father of her child.

A wave of nausea swept over her, and she fought back the urge to vomit. She closed her eyes, her mind shutting down, unable to process the overwhelming reality.

"You're going to be a mother, and I'm going to be a father. Our child is coming into this world, Shahana. You can't imagine how happy I am today," Azlan declared, his voice brimming with joy. He cupped her hands in his and pressed them to his lips, his eyes sparkling with excitement.