Gereksiz İntikam

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Rubab's POV

Anam Khala’s voice cut through us like lightning cleaving sky.

We froze.

My breath hitched against taha, Neymat still latched, her tiny fingers curling into her mother's breast like nothing else mattered in this world.

And maybe for her, it didn’t.

But for me… the world was shifting again.

I stood up slowly, cradling neymat in my arms, and without a word, walked out of the room

There was a storm in my chest. And silence was the only thing holding me together.

Until we reached the corridor.

Until the words dropped from the doctor’s mouth.

I didn't breathe.

I didn’t blink.

Because the world didn’t move.

Not for me.

Not when she said it.

I stumbled.

My hand clutched his kurta like a lifeline—but I couldn’t even hold him.

I was paralyzed.

No. No. This can’t be real.

The doctor gave a polite nod, then looked at all of us with that measured calm that only doctors have when delivering life-changing news.

“She’s stable now,” the doctor began. “But the fatigue, the emotional stress—combined with physical exhaustion—have taken a toll on her body.”

We all leaned in.

“She fainted because of low blood pressure and weakness. But...” she paused, glancing toward Taha, “there’s another reason.”

Taha frowned. “What do you mean?”

The doctor gave a soft smile. “Congratulations. Taniya is pregnant.”

The room stilled.

Like the air had been knocked out of it.

“What?” Shoaib’s voice cracked as he stumbled into the room from behind us, like he had just arrived and caught the last sentence.

I gasped. My knees almost gave way, and Taha quickly steadied me, his eyes wide, blinking in disbelief.

“Pregnant?” Anam Khala repeated, her tone unsure—caught between shock and awe.

Shahjahan Maa’s hand flew to her mouth, tears springing instantly to her eyes.

“Yes,” the doctor confirmed gently. “Roughly 4 to 5 weeks along. We confirmed through blood work and ultrasound. .”

Taha took a step back.

Like the floor beneath him had shifted.

Pregnant.

Our broken, bleeding, brave Taniya… aapi  was carrying life inside her.

Tears clouded my eyes. A sob built in my chest.

In the middle of all this grief, trauma, obsession, and danger—God had placed a flicker of light inside her womb.

A child.

A miracle.

Taha dropped onto the small bench, rubbing both palms across his face. His chest rose and fell rapidly.

“She doesn’t know yet,” the doctor added. “We wanted to tell the family first so you could be prepared for her emotional response.” our family doctor said,