𝐷𝑖𝑙-𝑒-𝑁𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑎𝑛

28 [Honeymoon?]

[REVIEWED ✅]

"Sir we're calling from the hospital. The owner of this phone got into an accident and your number was on top of the emergency contact list. Please come here as soon as possible"

As soon as Ahan heard that, his eyes shot to Noor who just entered her house.

"What are you saying? And who is this? He just left this morning-"

"Sir we can talk about that later because for now you have to be here or it might affect the patient in a negative way. We have started his operation but we need his family to proceed further"

"No! I'm coming just coming. Don't tell anyone else" He said as he started the engine. "Just don't stop ok? You'll have everything you want just make sure he's alright. I swear, if something happens to him I'll burn down the whole damn hospital"

"Don't worry, he's in the operation theatre right now. You just have to be here as soon as possible"

"The name? What's the name of the hospital?"

Ahan rushed to the hospital, his heart racing with every step. He burst through the reception doors, out of breath, and asked, "Where's the accident patient?"

The receptionist looked up, concerned, and said, "Are you Mr. Ahan?"

Ahan nodded, taking out his phone to call someone. Suddenly, Suleiman's phone in the receptionist's hand started ringing. "So you're his family?"

"Yes, I'm his brother," Ahan confirmed, his voice shaking slightly.

"Go to room 245 on the third floor. The doctor will meet you there" She instructed, her expression sympathetic.

Ahan took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and made his way to the elevator. As it was taking time, he changed his route and rushed towards the staircase.

Reaching the room, he met the doctor, who greeted him with a solemn expression.

"Your brother lost a lot of blood..."

Ahan's eyes widened, fear gripping his heart. "His blood is AB+ so he can have mine, you can give him mine! I'm A+" He said, holding his hand out.

The doctor explained, "You can surely donate him blood. We need blood transfusions, but we can't take too much from one person. We need at least two donors"

Ahan nodded resolutely. "Take mine. I'll call my friend too, he has A- which can be donated to Suleiman"

"Yes, as his type is the Universal Recipient, both A+ and A- can be donated. It's great that you two can donate" The doctor nodded, leading Ahan to the donation area. As Ahan donated blood, he couldn't help but think of Suleiman's condition. He felt a mix of emotions; fear, worry, and helplessness.

Finally, the doctor finished taking his blood and said, "We've stabilized your brother. He's being shifted to a room now"

Ahan followed the doctor, his heart heavy with concern. The doctor smiled reassuringly. "You can see him now. He's resting"

Ahan entered the room, his eyes locking onto Suleiman's pale face. He felt a lump in his throat as he approached the bed.

"Teroko itna hero banne ka kisne bola?" He started talking to his unconscious figure. "Gadha kahin ka, agar apni biwi ko bata deta ke tu jaa raha hai to wo tujhe rok nahi leti" He stood up, placing his hands on his waist.

"Wese Ghaziabad tak kitna time lagta hai?" He asked himself then took out his phone. "2 ghante" He looked at Suleiman. "Matlab 2 ghante aaney ke or 2 jaaney ke. 4 ghante! Uper se wahan per bhi time diya hoga tune. Tujhe kya lagta hai k tu koi superhero hai? Kara liya na accident? Ho gaya ab khush? Mujhe to pata nahi teri family ko kese bataunga" He started massaging his forehead.