His Nostalgic Love | Halal ff | thv

~ Part 18 ~

(So, before starting this chapter, I want to ask my precious readers: if you want to feel all the emotions and truly experience what Aira and Ahmed are feeling, then listen to the song "Awari" from the movie *Ek Villain* by Momina Mustehsan while reading. It will make you feel like you're right there with them. Again, I'm not forcing you; if you have any issue or personal reason, feel free to ignore my suggestion. Thank you✨)

Author's POV

Just as Mrs. Dawood reached for the door handle, it swung open, revealing Ahmed standing there. Their eyes met, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. Aira's eyes widened in shock, and a single word escaped her lips: "Ahmed."

Their eyes were locked, and neither had imagined they would see each other like this. Ahmed's heart stopped and shattered into pieces when he realized that the girl standing in front of him, his first and only love, was now his brother's wife. Tears streamed down Aira's face as she looked at Ahmed, and Ahmed desperately wanted to wipe them away. He felt utterly helpless, regretting every decision he had made. He couldn't face Aira because he hadn't listened to Zoya or Aira herself, despite all her efforts to convince him. She had even sacrificed her self-respect by openly confessing her love, hoping to escape this fate, but Ahmed had dismissed her and said goodbye.

Mrs. Dawood stood there, confused, watching both of them, as it was clear they knew each other deeply. Suddenly, Aira, unable to bear the shock, fainted and fell at Ahmed's feet. Her lips had been trembling moments before she collapsed, betraying her overwhelming emotions.

Ahmed immediately knelt beside Aira, his eyes filling with tears as he looked at her innocent, unconscious figure. "Aira..." he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. He then glanced up at his mother, who stood frozen in shock. "Mom, call the doctor! Look what happened to her."

Mrs. Dawood snapped out of her daze, seeing Aira's motionless form. She quickly called Mr. Dawood first, but he didn't answer since his phone was in her bag. She then called the doctor. "Taehyung, carry her to the bed," she instructed. "No one else is home, and I'm not strong enough to lift her with that heavy dress she's wearing." She rushed downstairs to instruct the guard to find Mr. Dawood and Umer, as it had been an hour since they had left, and it was now midnight.

Ahmed's heart ached as he looked at Aira, a tear slipping down his cheek. Gently, he lifted her small frame, her heavy bridal dress making the task more challenging. He carried her in his arms in bridal style, and carefully laid her on the bed, his emotions overwhelming him as he placed her down gently.

Ahmed's POV

I then sat on the ground beside the bed, trying to control my emotions, but I couldn't hold back anymore and started to cry. She is now my brother's wife, and we both have to live in the same house but as strangers. The thought of how hard it would be for Aira to accept that I am her husband's brother tore at my heart. She had only loved me, and yet, I had never believed her. I had convinced myself it was all one-sided. The weight of my regrets was overwhelming, realizing how helpless we both were in this situation. If only I had listened to her, if only I had given her a chance, things might have been different.

I was crying silently, my head resting on the edge of the bed while Aira lay there innocently. My phone rang, breaking the silence. As I lifted my head, I saw how beautiful Aira looked in her red bridal dress. I was lost staring at her, forgetting to answer the call. When the phone rang again, I snapped out of my thoughts and picked it up. It was mom, "Taehyung, the doctor has arrived. Please take her to check on Aira in the bedroom. I'm coming in a bit after trying to call Tae-min."