Threads of Destiny

Chapter 4

Author's POV

A sharp, searing pain shot through Ibrahim's side as he tried to move, the cold asphalt biting into his skin. He winced, his vision blurred, the world around him spinning in dizzying circles. The distant sound of cars honking and people shouting felt muted as if submerged underwater. He attempted to push himself up, but his body refused to comply.

He tried to open her eyes, but his head hurt like a thousand hammers pounding against his skull. A metallic taste filled his mouth making him winch. He lay their eyes closed heart thumping in his chest. He can hear the sound of his bike engine, which is still roaring even after the crash.

He let out a groan, not so much from the pain but from the thought of his precious bike lying in a crumpled heap. Sure, he wasn't in the best shape to get up, but who cared about a few broken bones? The real tragedy here was the bike. The first thing he bought for himself with his salary was his dream bike. His favourite among all his vehicles, gleaming and beautiful-well, it used to be. He could practically hear the sound of the scratched paint and dented metal calling out to him, begging for help. After all, he could heal with time, but his bike? That kind of damage left emotional scars.

Note the sarcasm.

He grunted in pain but tried to open his eyes, he had to retrieve his phone from his pocket at least so that he could call someone for help.

"Hey! Are you ok? Can you hear me?" A voice called out to him, making his eyes flutter a little. He opens his eyes to see two middle-aged men, probably the locals from that area, looking at him in concern.

They sighed in relief seeing him conscious. The road was deserted and no living thing was there when he got into the accident. His injuries are not life-threatening, but he needs medical aid for his head injury. Seeing two men lurking in front of his face, he sighed in relief. Thankfully, he'll be rescued now. For a moment, he really thought he was going to die lying there and had to go to heaven from there. He knows he's being dramatic for now, as the injury isn't severe.

They took him to the nearby hospital in their truck. He can hear the doctor and nurses talking to each other while assembling his broken bones. He grunted in pain feeling his body aching all over. The last thing he remembered was the smell of phenol and faint pictures of grey walls before he was lost in the depth of darkness.

He shifts his eyeballs slightly, struggling to open his eyes as if it were a more daunting task than learning German. He tried his best and opened his eyes a little but closed them as soon as the sharp, harsh lights made him temporarily blind.

He can hear faint whispers of people talking around his side. He furrowed his brows cause, listening to their voices, his head started pounding.

"What if he loses his memory? And forget everyone."

"Shut up, Qirat, he just had a cut on his forehead that was not so deep that he would forget us,"

"Is he waking up?" his mother's concerned voice filtered through.

"I'll make sure he will regret waking up." his father's angry voice boomed making everyone startled. Hearing her dad's angry voice, not waking up from consciousness, sounds good to him.

"Don't say that Liyakat; he is already in so much pain. I don't want you to scold him in this condition", his grandmother scolded his dad, making him smile in his mind. He smirked internally, At least he had his dadi Jaan on his side. Not making them more tense about his condition he decided to open his eyes and face his family. Adjusting to the room light, he looked towards his right, where his mother was sitting; seeing him awake, she finally looked relieved.