After two long, hazy days spent in unconsciousness, unaifa slowly blinked her eyes open. Her body felt heavy, her head throbbing with the aftereffects of the accident. For a few moments, she wasn’t sure where she was. The soft hum of machines filled the air, and the sterile scent of antiseptic stung her nose. As her surroundings began to focus, she realized she was in a hospital room.
A man was sitting beside her bed, his posture relaxed but his eyes filled with an intensity that caught her off guard. His features were striking, almost otherworldly, and his dark hair fell messily over his forehead. But what truly drew her in were his eyes black, deep, and full of quiet strength. She blinked, unsure whether she was still dreaming.
The man’s gaze met hers, and for a brief moment, there was a silence that hung between them, as if the world had paused. Then, he spoke, his voice low and steady, carrying an unexpected warmth. "You’re awake," he said. His lips twitched into a faint smile. "You’ve been out for two days."
Unaifa swallowed, trying to process the information. Her heart raced, and she realized she had no memory of the accident, only the painful fragments that threatened to flood her mind.
"Who… who are you?" she managed to ask, her voice rasping from the dryness in her throat.
"I’m wajih," he replied, his eyes softening as he leaned forward slightly. "I was the one who found you on the highway it was a hit and run case the cops are working on it for now."
Her heart skipped a beat. He saved me? She blinked again, her mind trying to catch up with reality soon it dawned upon her the wedding and her abba selling her for some petty cash.
She finally saw the man closely who was incredibly handsome more so than anyone she’d ever seen and his presence seemed to command the space. But it was more than just his appearance; there was an aura around him, a quiet confidence that made her feel safe in a way she couldn't explain.
He studied her for a moment, as if uncertain whether to speak. Then, he asked, "Is there someone I can call for you? Family? Friends?"
Unaifa hesitated. She didn’t want to burden anyone with the chaos she felt inside. “No… there’s no one,” she said softly, her gaze drifting down to her hands.
Unaifa nodded, as if accepting her answer, before another question followed. “Do you want to be dropped off somewhere? Anywhere specific?” His voice was gentle, patient, as though he truly cared about her well-being.
She thought for a moment her bag and the paper unaifa got worried,
Wajih saw her fidgeting and silently walked off to the couch in the hospital room
he found a bag on the highway filled with her clothes and some cash unaifa looked at him his eyes piercing through her soul, she instantly looked down as he handed
her the bag a sense of relief filled her the paper was still there a bit crumbled but the content was safe so was her clothes and money
Wajih's eyes met hers once more, and she could see the flicker of understanding. Without another word, he rose to his feet, ready to help her begin a new chapter, one where she wasn’t alone.
Wajih is a man shaped by hardship and love. Raised by his single mother after his father passed when he was just a child, he learned early on that life doesn’t always follow a straight path, but that doesn’t mean you can’t carve your own. His mother, a pillar of strength his amma, was both his caretaker and role model.
Her sacrifices and tireless dedication instilled in him a deep sense of gratitude and a determination to make the most of the life she gave him.
Growing up in the quiet solace of nature, he found solace in the forests that surrounded his home. As he matured, the woods became his sanctuary, a place where he could reflect, grow, and find peace. His love for the outdoors led him to become a forest officer,
Also a role that gave him and his mother a place in society growing up wajih life was full of obstacles, he was not poor but he was neither rich his amma is now a retired government school teacher,
her love for sarkari naukri gave wajih one more reason to take the civil servant exams, and also reverence for the environment with his desire to protect it.
Despite the hurdles of growing up without a father, he’s never felt incomplete. His amma was everything: a source of wisdom, encouragement, and unconditional love. Their bond is unbreakable, built on years of shared struggles and triumphs. To him, his amma is not just family; she is the heart of his world.
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Qissa-E-Mohabbat
Romantikone shots(short stories) 1)qulsum🌼sikander(completed) 2)sahiba🌼mirza(completed) 3)wajih🌼onaifa
