love by chance

chapter 28

Nine months had passed, Irfan sat in a meeting room, surrounded by clients and colleagues, his phone buzzing on the table in front of him.

He glanced at the screen, his heart skipping a beat as he saw Nadiya's name flashing on the display.

"Excuse me for a moment," Irfan said, pushing back his chair and standing up. "I need to take this call."

He stepped out of the meeting room, phone pressed to his ear. "Hey, wifey! Missing me already?"

But instead of Nadiya's sweet voice, a stranger's voice spoke on the other end of the line.

"Is this the husband of the owner of this phone?" the voice asked.

Irfan's confusion deepened. "Yes, that's me. What's going on? Where's Nadiya?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Irfan's heart began to pound in his chest.

"Actually, your wife was in an accident," the stranger's voice said, each word like a blow to Irfan's gut. "She's currently in the hospital. I'm calling you from the hospital."

Irfan's phone slipped from his fingers, clattering to the floor as he felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He didn't even notice as he turned and sprinted out of the meeting room, leaving his clients and colleagues staring after him in confusion.

"Irfan, what's wrong?" one of the clients called after him, but Irfan didn't even hear them.

He was already racing down the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest, his mind consumed by visions of Nadiya lying in a hospital bed, injured and alone.

He burst through the doors of the office building, sprinting across the parking lot to his car. He didn't even remember driving to the hospital, his mind a blur of fear and worry.

All he could think about was Nadiya, and getting to her side as quickly as possible.

As Irfan arrived at the hospital, he felt a sense of panic wash over him. He rushed through the doors, his eyes scanning the lobby for any sign of Nadiya.

He approached the reception desk, his voice shaking as he asked, "Where is my wife, Nadiya? I was told she was in an accident and brought here."

The receptionist looked up at him with a sympathetic expression. "I'm so sorry, sir. Let me check on her status."

She tapped away on her computer, her eyes scanning the screen. "Yes, Nadiya is here. She's in the ICU. Let me call someone to escort you to her room."

Irfan nodded, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. He followed the nurse who had come to escort him to the ICU, his heart heavy with worry.

As they walked, the nurse tried to reassure him. "Don't worry, sir. Your wife is in good hands. We're doing everything we can to help her recover."

Irfan nodded, trying to take comfort in her words. But he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in his stomach.

When they arrived at Nadiya's room, Irfan's heart skipped a beat. He pushed open the door, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of his wife.

And then he saw her, lying in the hospital bed, her face pale and her eyes closed. Irfan's heart felt like it had stopped beating. He rushed to her side, his voice shaking as he whispered, "Nadiya, my love. Please wake up."

Irfan's heart was racing as he sat beside Nadiya's hospital bed, holding her hand and trying to process the news the doctor had just delivered.

"Nadiya, my love, please wake up," Irfan whispered, his voice shaking with emotion.