I woke up from a deep sleep, but my eyelids still felt heavy. There was a sharp pain in my back and I suddenly remembered that I was shot on my back whilst trying to save Farshad.
I thought right there and then when I got shot that I was going to die. But here I was, alive and breathing. I looked at my surroundings and saw myself in a hospital ward.
"Alhamdulillah," I said, thanking Allah for the fact that He saved me and that I was still alive. Not everyone manages to get shot and still survive. But it was all thanks to Allah that I managed to live despite the fact that I got shot.
I wanted to see Farshad. Where was he? Surely he would've been the one to bring me here because I had collapsed into his arms. Then why wasn't he in the ward? I decided to just stay put, waiting for him as I lay in bed, hoping that he would come soon. Before I even realised it, my eyes closed and I drifted off into a deep sleep.
I had no idea of how long I was asleep for, but I was woken up by the sound of voices. My eyes shot open, and I saw Farshad, Umniyah and another man, who I assumed was a doctor.
I tried to sit up, but the pain in my back made me gasp as I fell back to my previous position. That caused all three of them to turn to me.
Farshad looked at me and my eyes met his. We looked at each other for a few moments, before he came by my side and sat beside me on the hospital bed. He grabbed my hand.
"Aliyah! You okay?" Farshad asked, his voice filled with concern.
"Yes, I'm fine, Alhamdulillah. Just a little pain where the bullet hit me," I replied.
"Aliyah! Why did you do something so rash? You could have died!" Farshad said, shaking his head at me.
"If I didn't do it, then you would have died!" I replied.
"Aliyah!" Farshad said, I disapproval. "Do you know the stress you put me through!"
"Look, Farshad. I had to do what I had to do, alright?" I said.
"Yeah, but still," Farshad muttered.
"Look at it this way. At least now you know that you're one of the people I can take a bullet for, literally!" I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
"Aliyah!" Umniyah exclaimed. She was probably talking in some medical terminology to the other doctor there.
"Umni!" I said.
"How are you feeling?" She asked.
"Alhamdulillah, just a little pain on my back," I replied.
"Yeah, that'll be there for a few days, maybe even weeks. But you'll recover, don't worry, In sha Allah," Umniyah said.
"In sha Allah," Farshad and I said, simultaneously.
"Mr. Farshad, I need to discuss some formalities with you, so if you could please come out with me?" The doctor said to Farshad.
"Sure," Farshad replied, getting up and following the doctor out of the ward.
"What formalities?" I asked Umniyah, once the two of them had gone out.
Umniyah came and sat on the bed where Farshad was before he got up and left.
"Discharge formalities," Umniyah said. "Anyway, Al. You guys went for honeymoon soon after the wedding, and you just came back yesterday, so I've not got a chance to spend time with you. Tell me, how've you been? Is Farshad treating you well?"
"I've been good, Alhamdulillah. Honestly, Umni, I couldn't have asked for a better husband than your brother. He loves me so much, he treats me like a real princess, truly! I don't even know how to describe how great Farshad is," I replied.
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Loving a Princess
Spiritual[This book is a spin-off to "Living Royalty"] She had grown up planning her life. But does life always go according to the way you plan it? Aliyah Hamid, one of the daughters of Zakir Hamid, belonged to the family which was considered the royalty o...
