Chapter : 31 A Heartbeat Away💞🥀

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Precap: "Don't talk about death you idiot. Come soon" I said to him blushing.

"Hayee. My little rabbit is shy. I'm coming wi...." his chuckling was replaced by the sound of a car crash.

Hello, Tahmeed? What happened? Are you there?" I asked, my voice trembling, but there was no answer

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Hello, Tahmeed? What happened? Are you there?" I asked, my voice trembling, but there was no answer.

I ended the call and tried again, my worry escalating with each unanswered ring. A fog of ominous thoughts oppressed my heart.

"Allah, please keep him safe," I murmured, desperation tinged in my plea.

Restless, I continued calling, each ring unanswered heightening my anxiety.After what felt like an eternity, my phone rang.

The caller ID showed Anaz, Tahmeed's best friend. My heartbeat quickened."Hello?" I answered shakily.

"Bhabi, have you talked to Tahmeed? I've been trying to reach him, but he's not answering," Anaz said, his voice filled with concern.

"I've been trying to reach him too. We were talking, and then I heard a noise, and suddenly the call dropped. What's going on, Anaz? Please, tell me" I pleaded, hoping for reassurance.

"Well, there's been an accident on the airport road. I saw it on the news and got worried," he said slowly.

My heart clenched at the news. "Please, Allah, don't let it be him."

I tried to convince myself that he was fine-he had been so loving just moments ago. Nothing would happen to him.

I told myself."I'll talk to you later, Anaz. Allah Hafeez," I said and ended the call.

With trembling hands, I opened the newspaper app. The headline made my heart stop:

"A tragic accident claimed the life of a 26-year-old man on the Airport Highway."

It felt as though someone had driven a knife through my heart. My breath hitched, and the ground seemed to shift beneath me.Desperate, I tried calling him again, but he didn't answer.

"No, Tahu. You can't leave me like this," I cried out.

The phone slipped from my grasp, and I stumbled around, the end of my saree dragging on the floor.

I collapsed on the ground, crying uncontrollably until my throat was sore. I stared blankly at the floor, consumed by thoughts of my bleak future.

The fear I had dreaded was coming true. Happiness seemed to elude me. How could I go on now?

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