Zara p.o.v.6 months later...Aslan left early this morning with Eshan and Fahad. I was very happy when I saw Eshan walking inside the hall few weeks back. He had gone under physiotherapy for almost six months. The poor man had suffered a lot for Aslan. In fact, when I saw him, I couldn't believe my eyes and almost sobbed out in happiness. After Aslan left, I slowly moved out of my new bedroom. When I was in my sixth month, Aslan shifted me downstairs, the room next to the kitchen. I caressed my belly and approached the dining table. Mumma was having her morning tea. The moment she saw me approaching she instructed the maid to pull the chair. I sat down and took a toast from the quarter plate.Though I wasn't hungry but I decided to stuff my belly. And the toast with honey dipped tempted my appetite. I noticed that dad was also nowhere to be seen. Both the man of my life were busy I guess. Work. Business. Whenever Aslan was late or had to stay a night away from me, I never asked fo

Aslan's p.o.v.My body trembled with anxiety. " But what doctor..." I saw two ward boys sliding the stretcher with Zara out of the OT room and transferred to the VIP cabin. " I'm sorry.... Your wife ...has...low heartbeat...if she doesn't gain conscious within 24 hours then...we fear survival is... L..." Before the doctor end her sentence, I rushed towards the cabin. My heart dreaded to hear the remaining words. " Sir....sir...Mr.Wali ... Mr. Wali..." "Aslan ... Bhai.......bhai...." Nobody can stop me. On the way I stumbled but my legs kept on moving towards that closed door. My hands clawed the handle of the door and I let myself inside. There she was on the bed with I V attached on her hand. My chest felt like someone dug a knife cutting through deeper and deeper inflicting pain without any sympathy. My lungs gulped a deep breath as I stood rooted on the threshold. The environment inside was utterly calm. The smell of medicine hit my nostrils. The distance from the threshold