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It was the middle of the night, and Muntazir was peacefully asleep on my lap. The room was quiet, except for the occasional rustle of the sheets. Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking the serene stillness. I carefully reached for it and answered, hoping for good news. The voice on the other end brought a wave of relief: Farhan was out of danger.
"Alhamdulillah," I whispered, my heart swelling with gratitude. I looked at Muntazir, still sleeping, and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Mr. Faris, suniye," I said softly, trying to wake him.
He stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "Jii, sunaye?" he mumbled groggily.
"Farhan is out of danger," I said, my voice filled with joy.
Muntazir's eyes widened with relief and happiness. He embraced me tightly, his voice trembling with emotion. "Sach?"
I nodded, my smile widening. "Jii, Haa."
Without a moment's hesitation, Muntazir stood up and said, "Chalein hospital?"His urgency was palpable, and I took his hand, nodding in agreement.
We hurried to the car and drove to the hospital. The journey felt like a blur of anticipation and hope. When we arrived, we quickly made our way to Farhan's room. He was sleeping peacefully, looking more stable than before. Muntazir walked over and gently took Farhan's hand in his.
"Mujhe dara diya tha tune," Muntazir said softly, a mix of relief and affection in his voice.
Farhan's eyes fluttered open, and he managed a weak smile. "Wahh, Mera bhaii, akhir kar dar hi gaya" he whispered.
Muntazir chuckled, his eyes moist with emotion. "Ek tu hi toh is jahan mein jo mera apna hai, jise main apna bhai kehta hoon."
Farhan's eyes, though tired, were full of warmth. "Fikr na kare, Muntazir sahab, apka peecha nahi chorne wala itni jaldi."
I smiled at the two of them, feeling a profound sense of gratitude and happiness. "Mashallah," I said, admiring their bond.
Muntazir, still holding Farhan's hand, said, "Jaane bhi nahi dunga kahin."
The two of them exchanged smiles, their connection stronger than ever. I joined in their conversation, sharing a few words and encouraging Farhan to rest. As we stepped outside the room, the doctor approached us, advising that Farhan needed some rest to fully recover.
