My Spicy Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 10

'How are you doing now?', I asked and she cried in disbelief.

She cried and kept chanting that she couldn't believe I remembered her.
How could I forget her?
She wasn't something to be forgotten...

I sighed in relief.
She was back.

But he wasn't.
It had been seven days.
Seven long days without him.
Felt like seven reincarnations.

I thought a lot about us in these seven days and came to a conclusion.

To change my religion.

It wasn't a difficult decision. I mean, what good I brought to myself and my religion by being a Jewish.

Nothing...

And if converting to Muslim could get me Zaid then I would definitely do it.
I knew he loved me too.
I was just too blinded to see this religion as the only barrier between us.

I decided to tell him this. I'm sure he would be excited too.
Actually my birthday was approaching too. I thought to get converted on my birthday. That would be a memorable day to cherish after.

I would commence a new life, a new chapter at the age of twenty two.

I giggled at the thought and closed my eyes.
Sleep invaded my vessel but just when I was falling deeper in my slumber, my phone chose to shook my small self.

Musa calling

I rubbed my eyes and double checked caller id.

Why would he call me?
And that too at this ungodly hour...

'Hello!', his dangerously deep voice met my hearing.

'Yes Mr.Laghari..?', I said in my usual professional tone coz he wasn't the one to mess around.

'Yeah its umm important.', he said hurriedly and I heard shuffling in the background.

'I'm listening.'

'Its about Zaid.', he whispered and my ears sprang up.

'What about him? Is he okay?', I asked as a layer of sudden fear wrapped me up.

'He's in the hospital. It's... heart attack.'

My whole world turned upside down. All I heard was the gushing of blood coating across my ears.

'I'm coming.'
And with that said my synapses jumped into action firing like maniacs.
I packed a small travelling bag and hailed a cab for the airport.

As if nature wanted me to be by his side, I was actually sitting in the aeroplane and watched the clouds beneath us.

I closed my eyes and sent a silent pray for him.

After all this suffering, when I was able to grasp the situation, when I was able to clear my way off of the stones to reach up to him, he chose to give up.

No he cant do this to me
He's a strong man.
And we both needed each other.

Amidst a stupid state of hysteria, the plane landed and I hailed a cab for the hotel.

I showed the receptionist my employee card and she handed me a key
The stay and food were free of cost for all the employees around the world who worked under their chain of hotels.

I dumped my travel bag and stood under the shower.
Please let him be okay.
I really can't lose him.

I slipped into whatever first crossed my eyes and was ready to go.
After painful minutes of driving a rental car, I was standing in front of the hospital that Musa texted me.