𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ✓

-24-

It has been five days since I arrived at the hospital. My wounds are healing, and the stitches are drying quickly. The doctor mentioned that he would remove them tomorrow morning after breakfast.

Thinking about breakfast reminds me of Naaz. She's been bringing breakfast for me every day since she tasted the bland hospital food alongside Rizwan. The look on her face was priceless; she couldn't swallow it, nor could she spit it out. Instead, she ran to the bathroom.

Rizwan, looking uncertain, glanced at me. One stern look from me was enough to make him take a bite. He tried to swallow it, but soon joined Naaz in the bathroom, throwing up what he had eaten.

I couldn't help but laugh at the sight. My mother gave me a disappointed look, but I ignored her and continued laughing. Naaz and Rizwan returned with frowns, but upon seeing me laughing, they smiled.

They love me.

That night, I requested home-cooked food from both my mom and Naaz's mother. My mom refused, insisting that the doctors knew best. However, Aunt Sifat agreed without hesitation. She's a sweetheart.

Since then, Naaz has been bringing me breakfast, lunch, and dinner, feeding me with her hand. I appreciate her care and the special treatment she gives me. It makes me feel cherished.

From last night, Naaz has started handling my medications. As Rizwan will leave for college today, I insisted he go; I didn't want him to miss classes and practicals. I want him to be a good doctor and a good person. Despite his rebellious, bold, and open-minded nature, I have full faith that he'll mature as he grows older.

My thoughts were interrupted when Naaz entered the room with a paper bag in hand. I knew it was our breakfast—mine and Rizwan's.

Rizwan was sleeping on the small single bed, snoring. I was a bit annoyed by that, but I kept quiet and focused on my Naaz.

She looked stunning in a lavender salwar kameez. The soft, flowing fabric complemented her graceful movements. She didn't use any makeup, just a coat of light pink lipstick. Her hair cascaded freely around her shoulders, and she wore matching glass bangles that created a soft chan-chan sound with her every movement. The simplicity of her look only enhanced her natural beauty, making her seem ethereal.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the sweet scent of her perfume. It's a mix of vanilla and something floral I couldn't quite name. It was beautiful and made me feel calm yet eager—eager to be closer to her.

"Good morning, Siddique," Naaz greeted me with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Naaz," I replied, smiling back at her.

"I got your breakfast!" Her excited voice made my smile widen.

"I can see that," I said, still smiling like a lovesick puppy.