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14

Shoaib's pov

I am leaving this country, but the uneasiness in my heart is beyond anything.

Ignoring my stupid heart, I step into Terminal 4, from where my California flight will take off.

Entering the plane, I find my seat number easily.

I turn my gaze to my left and am shocked to see Taniya sitting beside me.

What the heck? How could she be here?

I clear my vision to confirm what I saw, but Taniya is nowhere to be seen. A middle-aged woman is sitting beside me.

I rest my head on the seat's headrest and fasten my seatbelt.

But another shock hits me.

Why is Taniya wearing such a dress?

My blood boils as I see her in a short linen dress, searching for her seat.

I stand up to scold her when Taniya comes to me, wearing a flight attendant's uniform.

"Why the hell are you wearing this slutty dress?" I say, trying to suppress my anger.

"Excuse me, sir?" I come to my senses, realizing it's a flight attendant standing near me, glaring at me with disgust.

Then I glance around and find the girl in the linen dress—she isn't Taniya; she's some blonde.

"Sorry, my apologies," I stammer, feeling embarrassed.

Wait, am I going insane? Why am I seeing her in every single person?

Shoaib, you can't do this. You gave her a sedative; she must wake up with a severe headache and pain down there.

There's no servant present to look after her.

What if she actually catches a fever and doesn't wake up due to the sedative and pain?

What if she is burning with a fever?

Shit, you can't be this heartless, Shoaib.

Mumma taught you to respect women.

I immediately walk to the exit door before the pilot can announce takeoff.

"Sir, where are you going? We're all set to take off."

The same flight attendant rushes to me.

"I don't want to go. It's urgent," I say desperately.

I don't have time to hear her lecture. I want to see Taniya. I can't be such a coward, leaving her alone to face things.

"Sir, you can't—" she begins, but I cut her off mid-sentence.

"You try to understand. My wife is in serious condition. I want to be with her," I shout with all my strength.

She startles at my words, and all the passengers turn their attention to me. Damn, I hate unnecessary attention.

She understands my concern and lets me go.

But finding my luggage in the plane's storage is a pain in the ass, though the customs workers are really helpful.

I thank them and apologize to everyone, as the flight was delayed for an hour because of me.

I wish I could have a private jet like Abraham Bhai.

But my heart skips a beat, remembering my note.

What if she has already read it?

No, no, no, I am not ready for this.

She can't have woken up this soon.

I find a taxi, and my mind is continuously praying that she hasn’t read my note.