ɪꜱʜQ ꜱᴜꜰɪʏᴀᴀɴᴀ - ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 26

Tahera pov:

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.

We nodded, acknowledging the doctor’s advice, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The night had brought with it both challenges and blessings, but seeing Farhan safe and Muntazir’s worries alleviated was a comfort beyond measure. We took a moment to collect ourselves before heading back, knowing that while the road ahead might still have its difficulties, we would face it together.

Time skips..1 week

Muntazir’s pov:

The late evening silence in my office was punctuated only by the rustling of papers and the soft click of my keyboard. I was deep in the trenches of the case against Abdul Sikandar, and the weight of the investigation pressed heavily on me. My desk was cluttered with files, photographs, and notes—each piece of evidence a reminder of the personal vendetta that fueled my quest for justice.

As I sifted through the documents, the door to my office creaked open. Tahera stepped in, her presence a welcome balm amidst the chaos. Her eyes were soft with concern, and she carried a stack of files in her hands.

“Muntazir, I’ve brought some documents that might help,” she said, placing the files gently on the edge of my desk.

I looked up, appreciating the gesture. “Thank you, Tahera. I could use all the help I can get.”