♡I want all of you.
Your body, your heart, your soul♡
Previously known as "Deewangi"
She was a 20-year-old practicing muslima who deeply values her faith and the teachings of Islam. She lives with her father, whom she holds a special bond wi...
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I sat on the floor with my knees pulled to my chest, trembling with fear as tears streamed down my face. I tightly closed my eyes and placed my palm over my mouth to muffle my sobs. I know I'm being a scaredy-cat and a cry baby, but I don't know what else do to. I don't know whether Fahad bhai is alive or dead. I heard the gunshot, and it struck him, but I don't know where it hit.
Gathering my courage, I wiped my face with my hands and, using the wall for support, stood up. My legs wobbled, but I continued walking. I feared what would happen if he came back and saw me watching Fahad bhai; he shot him because he thought I was waiting for a heartfelt conversation, which isn't true. I wasn't here for that; I just wanted to check on him because I felt responsible for his state. It was merely sympathy, nothing more.
As I walked toward the bed, I kept taking quick glances at the door, not wanting him to harm Fahad bhai any further.
He is not a human, from the events that transpired today, it is evident that he is a cold-blooded killer without an ounce of empathy or remorse. He callously instructed another man to shoot Fahad bhai, displaying his heartlessness and cruelty in the most chilling manner possible.
I walked over to the bed and stood in front of the bed where he lay, his arm shot and his hospital gown drenched in blood. The sight filled me with horror, causing my heart to race and making me feel dizzy.
Why is no one coming here? Didn't they hear the gunshot sound? Where is Alex, my supposed bodyguard? Why do I feel like he works for the monster?
I heard footsteps approaching the room, making me feel scared. I worried that it might be him again. If he found me here despite his warnings, he could harm Fahad bhai. My face turned pale and my heart raced with fear at the thought.
I ran as fast as I could and hid behind the door, holding my breath. I clenched my fists and shut my eyes, fearing he would hear me breathing, I tried my best to stay quiet and calm in the situation. The door creaked open and a man in nurse attire walked in. Without hesitation, I bolted out of the room.
As I hastily made my way out of the hospital, the bewildered stares of those around me mattered little as I darted towards baba's car waiting outside. Finding my way into the back seat, I struggled to catch my breathe, inhaling and exhaling deeply in a bid to calm my erratic breathing and frayed nerves.
The hospital's surroundings were embraced by lush greenery while it's location stood prominently along a bustling main road whose name renamed unknown to me at that moment, Armaan bhai had brought us here.
Glancing up at the hospital's grand sign displaying "SIKANDAR HOSPITALS" in bold fonts, my heart plummeted upon realising that this building belonged to him. The fear crept in as the daunting realization hit me that he might still be present, observing my every move.
An overwhelming sense of panic set in as I scanned my surroundings, only to discover that baba was not around me. The confined space of the vehicle seemed to close on me, intensifying the feeling of suffocated by its four walls, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.
