Their fate: Created in pair

Chapter 22

Idris pov:

Upon arriving at the hospital, they ushered Afra into a room. Moments later, my family and in-laws arrived.

I sat at the table, my mind a void, devoid of any light in my eyes. I had been fighting back tears for what felt like an eternity.

Khadijah and Halima ammi broke down in tears upon seeing Afra lying unconscious on the bed.

The female doctor emerged from the room and called out, "Mr. Abdullah?" I was jolted from my reverie and rose to my feet.

"She is stable and resting deeply. Please come to my office, and you can see her," she instructed.

I followed her into her office, where we both took a seat. After a deep sigh, she began, "She fainted due to shock and may experience trauma, so it's crucial to keep her safe and stress-free."

Leaving her office, the tears I had been holding back finally streamed down my face.

I hurried to Afra's room, disregarding everyone else, and sat beside her, overwhelmed with emotion. "Ya Allah, thank you for saving my wife." I whispered, gripping her hand tightly.

A few minutes later, I stepped out of the room to deliver the news.

"She's fine; just fainted from the shock. She's resting now and will wake up later," I stated, my expression devoid of emotion.

Sighs of relief escaped their lips, and I noticed Mihra embracing Ishaan's wife. I called her over, and she enveloped me in a tight hug, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry, bhaiya. If I hadn't left her alone, this wouldn't have happened," she lamented, and my heart grew heavier, mirroring her self-blame.

"It's not your fault; don't blame yourself, Mihra," I reassured her, gently rubbing her head.

After a few moments, I released her from the embrace, crouched to meet her gaze, and said, "Stop crying now. You know how worried Afra will be when she sees you like this," prompting her to wipe her tears away.

"You all can head back; I'll let you know when she wakes up," I said, casting a glance their way. "And you, Beta?" Ibrahim Abbu inquired.

"I'll remain here, Abbu," I replied, and they nodded in understanding.

Afra's brothers approached me, with Ishaan placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"Idris, I know you feel responsible, but you mustn't. This isn't your fault," he urged.

Hasan chimed in, "Ishaan bhaiya is right; Afra will be devastated if she learns you're blaming yourself." I wiped my tears and nodded in agreement.

After they left, I requested a prayer mat from a nurse, who promptly provided one. I retreated to the bathroom in Afra's room to perform wudu.

Once back, I settled down for the Isha prayer. As I prostrated, tears streamed down my face, and sobs escaped my lips.

After placing the mat on the table, I washed my face in the washroom and returned to sit beside her, holding her hand gently.

"Idris," Afra murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper. I turned to her, my heart racing as I noticed her eyes fluttering open, fixated on the ceiling.

"Afra, you're awake," I stammered, tears brimming in my eyes. I sprang to my feet, intent on summoning the doctor, but she grasped my wrist, urging me to stay.

Reluctantly, I settled back into the chair as she slowly shifted her gaze toward me. For a few moments, we locked eyes, and I could see tears welling up in hers.

I gently brushed them away, my voice heavy with sorrow. "Please, don't cry; it pains me to see you like this." I pressed a kiss to her forehead, feeling the weight of her fear.

"I was so scared, Idris," she confessed, her voice quaking. "I know," I replied, tenderly stroking her hand.

"I'm sorry I was late to save you." She looked at me, her voice faint but resolute. "Idris, you've rescued me from that man twice now."

With a fragile smile, she whispered, "I love you, Idris." My heart leaped at her words, and I met her gaze, fighting back my own tears. "I love you too, Habibit," I managed to say, my voice thick with emotion.

"Your presence means the world to me, Habibit." I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"I'll fetch a doctor. Please wait here," I instructed, and she nodded in agreement.

I hurried to find the female doctor. Upon entering the room, she reassured me, "She's perfectly fine now. Just ensure she eats regularly and takes her medication."

The doctor left, and I turned to see Afra gazing at me from her bed. Stepping inside, I told her, "I'll get you some food," and she nodded in response.

After leaving her room, I called Ishaan and my mother, informing them, "She’s awake, but it’s late, so please visit tomorrow."

They agreed, and I hung up. A few minutes later, I returned with the food and gently began to feed Afra.

After feeding Afra, she drifted off to sleep, and I gently held her hand while sitting beside her.

My left hand rested on hers, and my right hand propped up my forehead as I gradually succumbed to slumber without noticing.

Eventually, I awoke, feeling the discomfort in my neck and back from my awkward position. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 4 AM.

I headed to the bathroom to perform wudu, then prayed both Tahajjud and Fajr, softly reciting the Qur'an.

Once I completed my prayers, I settled back on the bed next to Afra.

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