Destiny

Chapter 50

"You scared the hell out of me," I shouted and I had to, because my voice was getting drowned out by all the traffic noise. Shayan and I were on the way to the hospital.

Yes, Dunya aunty woke up.

"I'm sorry," Shayan replied, turning his head sideways, clutching on the brake as the signal turned red.

"I was just happy and relieved, I guess I cried," he added and I smiled at him, shaking my head. God, this boy will be the end of me!

Half an hour later, everyone arrived at the hospital and we stood outside the ICU rooms. They allowed no one inside to see her until her condition became stable. Only her family could visit her. So, I asked Imaad uncle to go see her.

Shayan stood near the door, wiping his eyes with his sleeves as he watched his parents and Hameed stood next to him, sort of consoling him and helping him calm down.

My parents felt relieved. They stayed with Imaad Uncle the whole day in the hospital. They were planning to stay in Bangalore until aunty gets discharged from the hospital.

I told my mom I'll cook all the meals and take care of the house, but she told me to stay as far away from the kitchen as possible.

Well, that hurts mom.

Two days later, Aunty moved to a normal ward and got a room of her own. And now everyone could visit her.

I didn't know hospital rooms could be this fancy until I saw this room. They had a freaking sofa and a coffee table for visitors. There was a table stand with magazines, newspapers and books. The room walls adorned fancy paintings, and the curtains looked posh.

Then it hit me. Shayan is rich. That's why this room screams "expensive".

Damn you rich people!

Aunty had a lot of scans taken and her reports showed that she needed a heart surgery which the doctor suggested that she will have to undergo later after few months.

Now we surrounded her bed as my mom talked to her while cutting fruits and placing on the plate for Dunya aunty to eat. She asked me to cut an apple first, but I think I disappointed her even more when I ended up cutting my finger.

She shooed me away while Shayan and everyone laughed their ass off on me.

I sat down on the sofa next to Farah who was going through her Instagram.

"What are you doing?" I asked her, peering over her shoulder to get a good look on all the pictures of someone.

"Who is that?" I asked, and she grinned, showing me her cell phone screen, scrolling through pictures one by one.

"Ooooo," I fanned myself and Shayan raised an eyebrow at me. He was sitting on the ground next to the sofa, his long legs stretched, playing pubg on his phone. Hameed, Ahmed, Shayan and D were all seated on the floor sitting in circle, wearing headphones and playing pubg and nurse in charge had warned them at least four times to not make stupid noises. But boys will be boys.

"What?" I smirked at him.

He smirked and went back to playing.

"So who's he?" I turned to Farah. She gestured for me to come closer, "Show me your ear."

"Why?" I whispered.

"He's an intern here," She whispered back, again showing me cell phone screen.

"He is? When did you see him?"

"He came to check Dunya aunty with the other doctor,"

"Wow, is he single?" I air quoted "single" to her. She grinned, nodding profusely as if we both won lottery.