Lost Without You

Chapter 22: A Fight

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It was sun illuminating its brightest heat, drinking every other skin of living specie in Lahore - on the very second last day of week break. After my first day back in office, when I returned back early and entered our recently new house.

It was Thursday, and we had finished our work quickly and got early leave. My work was my passion, although it was of my late brother's wish, which I fulfilled. Later it became my interest and now my everything.

I juggled the keys in lock hole, stepped inside and instantly met with silence.

I frowned, Where's my beautiful wife? I was expecting her lustrous smile for reception.

"Well, you came early, she must be resting or maybe showering."

I wish she should be taking shower, it would be nice turn out! I smirked and shook my head feeling an exciting pull gushed through my veins, as the need to see her face skyrocketed.

Placing the grocery bags on nearby threshold table: containing fruites, some spices and other cooking items, I walked inside to fetch my wife.

I strode towards kitchen, and looked through it. Finding it empty, I turned back and thought to check upstairs.

An unsettling feeling over powdered my excitement and replaced it with pure worry.

Where's she?

Although, it's been almost one two weeks since our marriage and there was no sign of any danger after the last incident in police station, a week before. But the eagerness and searching was still onn, and that way I had to keep strict check on my family well being.

I was first checking downstairs, when I heard loud yell from upstairs.

My heart jumped up at sudden voice, but relief washed through my heart.

"She must would have seen mosquito." I smirked joyously at her tender like fears.

I straight went upstairs with urgent yet composed steps, nevertheless taking three steps at a time. And slowed down my pace, when I reached at the top step, didn't want her to see my desperate heart.

Again after nth times, I carefully settled down all the fresh roses of bouquet - which I took for her on the way back, as she has told me, she love roses.

I smiled amused, "God! I was acting like such horny, like some fangirl. "

I pulled the latch down, and met with low dimed room - lit up only with the sunlight rays peeking out from the sides of drawn curtains. The room was not dark yet the temperature gave it more hot feel. "Why she hasn't turned on the AC? "

My all thoughts came to halt, when my eyes went on the bed.

My eyes widened, Amna was sleeping on bed, actually wiggling.

She was having nightmare, her eyes pressed together tightly like trying to gulp or bear whatever she was seeing. Her neck slightly arched from the pillow surface, and she was trying hard to open her eyes.

What shocked me even more, was that the yelp was due to pain, in her sleep.

My heart instantly sped up, it cried in pain just by looking at her being hurt. I wanted to erase her pain I don't know what she had been through, but the new feeling to bring her out from nightmare pushed me further towards bed.

I took her fisted knuckles in my hands, and rubbed them. With other hand I pulled her up in sitting position and held her in my arms, while rubbibg her back.