fated hearts

chapter 31

Ibrahim, already fuming, glares at Muhsin as the officers try to maintain control over the situation. His voice is low but laced with venom, every word a dagger. "You're nothing but an animal, Muhsin. How could you do this to the mother of your child? The woman who carried your son!" His fists clench tightly at his sides as he takes a step closer, his eyes burning with raw intensity.

Muhsin merely smirks, his arrogance palpable. "You took her from me, you both will pay the consequences this is just the beginning you will know no peace in that marriage"

Ibrahim's patience snaps, and he lunges forward, the officers barely managing to hold him back. "She was never yours to begin with, I'll remind you of that as often as it takes. If not for your little stunt and manipulation we would have been married long ago You will never understand what it means to love someone. You're heartless-no better than a savage."

Before anything else could escalate, the station doors swing open, and in strides Alhaji Na'Allah, a commanding presence that instantly silences the room. Muhsin's smug demeanor falters as he recognizes the man. He rushes forward, attempting to greet him, but his words die on his lips when Alhaji Na'Allah's sharp eyes zero in on him. The resemblance is striking, almost haunting, and Muhsin whispers, "Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun." Could it be?

Alhaji Na'Allah's face is a mask of barely-contained fury, but his voice remains even. "Ibrahim," he calls out, his tone softer now as his eyes scan the room until they land on his son. Ibrahim, restrained by the officers, meets his father's gaze, his own eyes filled with a mix of relief and pain.

"Are you okay?" Alhaji Na'Allah asks, stepping closer. He reaches out to place a hand on Ibrahim's shoulder, but Ibrahim winces. His father's hand freezes, and his eyes narrow in suspicion. Without a word, he lifts Ibrahim's shirt, revealing the bruises that mar his son's back and sides. The sight turns his stomach with rage.

"Who did this to my son?" His voice booms through the station like thunder, every syllable vibrating with fury. The room falls silent as the officers shift uncomfortably, and finally, one of the police men pointed at Muhsin and the DPO. Alhaji Na'Allah's gaze snaps to Muhsin, his voice cold and controlled. "You dare lay a hand on my son?"

Muhsin's arrogance crumbles under the weight of Alhaji Na'Allah's wrath, but before he can respond, Alhaji Na'Allah turns to the officers. "Release him. Now."

The officers hesitate for only a moment before complying, and Ibrahim is freed from their hold. Alhaji Na'Allah stands protectively by his son's side, his aura one of fierce paternal instinct. "You'll regret ever crossing me, Muhsin," he says, his voice as sharp as steel.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, little Muhammad clutches his grandmother's dress, his eyes filled with tears. "Mama, why is mom sick? When will she get better?" His small voice trembles with fear and confusion.

Mama kneels down to his level, wiping away his tears with a soft smile. "Shh, my dear. Your mother is just a little tired. The doctor says she needs to rest, but she'll be better soon."

"But I want her now," Muhammad cries, burying his face in her arms. His little body shakes with sobs, and Mama holds him close, whispering soothing words, even as her heart aches for both her daughter and her grandson.

In the hospital room, Asiya stirs restlessly, her face pale and her eyes wide with worry. "I need to go to him," she whispers, her voice weak but determined. "Aşkim... I can't just stay here."

The doctor frowns and approaches her bedside. "Mrs. Asiya, you need to rest. You've just had a panic attack. If you don't calm down, your condition will worsen."

But Asiya shakes her head, her anxiety intensifying. "No, you don't understand. I need to see him. Please, I need to make sure he's alright."

Mama rushes to her side, trying to calm her daughter. "Asiya, please, listen to the doctor. Ibrahim will be fine."