A Twist of Fate (Dhoombros included) under MAJOR editing

Painful Surprises

EDITED! Enjoy!

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I quickly got up as the alarm clock rang. I groaned into my covers and dug my head into my pillow. It was still dark, hinting that it was not time for me to leave the love of my life yet. I wasn't on Call today! I put my head deeper into my pillow, my heaven, my first love, my Halal obsession. My legs felt uncomfortable, they were crossed, in Indian style, while I was lying down.

Ya Allah, why am I so weird? And I didn't feel any pain until I woke, which totally crept me out.

I tried uncrossing my legs and go back to sleep, but my bones just didn't seem to hear it. My knees cracked as I finally untangled my legs and kept them straight and went back to sleep for another few hours.

I finally coaxed myself out of my bed to head to the bathroom. It was Fajr time and I needed to do Wudu. As I walked to the small bathroom, I felt something heavy in my midriff. It felt as if there were guitar strings that were being pushed by fat, stubby fingers, stabbing me in the process. Below the guitar strings, there were several knives pushing repeatedly into me. My knees weakened as the guitar strings were pushed and a knife and I clutched my stomach, falling to the ground.

Ya Allah, please not this. Please. Please, please just not this!

I begged and prayed but I knew it was too late. This pain was nothing but of Code ICP or as most other girls call it Code Red. (ICP: I can't pray)

I slowly crawled to the bathroom, clenching the doorknob to support my weight and getting up. I quickly did what I needed to do in the bathroom, before trying to sneak into the kitchen.

The kitchen was where the medicine was at. Tylenol, my life-saver.

Yet, I couldn't tell my mother why I was eating Tylenol at Fajr time. She never approved of me eating tablets to get rid of the pain. She called me weak and often yelled at me for not being able to handle pain.

But, she never had any cramps, her system was unusually perfect and she would not accept that my pain was not tolerable is she wanted me to be up and doing work.

So, I stopped telling her. When I needed the Tylenol, I would have it. I knew it affected my liver, so I only took it when I wasn't able to walk; that too, only on the first day. That was the pain was at its highest level.

Ugh. Ya Allah, I'm bearing so much pain, please give my future babies health and lots and lots of happiness, Insha'Allah. I prayed as another few strings were pushed. Quickly swallowing the pill, I limped back into my room and dug into my bed, hoping for the pain to lessen. I quickly fell asleep, the Tylenol affecting me.

When I finally woke up to the sun poking my face, I was surprised to see a small bouqet of flowers on my nightstand. I smiled, wondering who it was from. Quickly picking it up, I sniffed the pink roses and smiled. They were beautiful and freshly picked.

I read the note attached to it, it said, "To the Ms Javed's: Welcome to our family, hope you have a great day!" And I squealed.

No doubt, this was from Rehan, it was his handwriting. The smooth strokes were something I had remembered from his nephew's surgery forms.

And what was even cuter: he remembered Ammi! He didn't just bluntly put my name, he remembered the most important person in my life, and meant it for Ammi too.

Hayee.. this man was going to steal my heart.

Woah, what the heck was that? My inner voice questioned me and I immediately shut it up.

I quickly headed downstairs after brushing my teeth and doing the necessaries.

"Ammi! Assalam Alaikum!" She smiled at me from the stove, a glint in her eyes.

"Walaikumussalam! How's my baby?" I blushed and look down, smiling. Biting my lip, I softly said, "Did you see the flowers?" She smirked and said, "Which flowers?" My cheeks blazed as I played with my hands.

"Um.. the Ahmeds sent it" she tilted her head and smile, "Hm.. which one?" She was playing with me!

I groaned and she laughed. "Ammiii.." I stretched the last part longer, whining.

"Yes, beta jaani? Was it from *ahem ahem* your future hubby? Or the father of your children? Or the love of your life?" My mouth dropped open as I my eyes turned into saucers.

My mom, my Ammi did not just say that.

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This chapter is edited!! Chapter 48 is in process, Insha'Allah this weekend it will be here!

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-------------Mannat