Ruhani ~ The Language Of Love

62 ~ The Father and Son

"She will be fine,"

She muttered with a shaking voice, and I looked at her pleadingly.

"I love her so much. I cannot see her suffering. Nothing matter to me more than her. When I got to know that she was involved in my father's death. I walked away to accept the emotions. Even then, I could not hate her; even then, I could not stop thinking about her. I had no idea, Bua; I had no idea that she was pregnant, that she was here. I knew she could not see us fighting. I did not even tell her. I do not even know who the hell told her?"

I broke into a million tears, and Rehman Bhaijaan just held me close to himself.

"Calm down; she needs all of us,"

I closed my eyes shut, and Zeenat Bua spoke.

"Do not worry, Aashiq; all the physicians are working so hard. We will save her,"

I opened my eyes and looked at her, her brother and her parents.

"I am sorry, I am so sorry, I failed you all. I failed her, I even failed my father. Please, I beg you all, I am nothing without her. She is my everything, everything I have,"

"Shh...shhh,"

Zeenat Bua tried to hush me, and Rehman Bhaijaan patted me on my shoulder.

"She will be fine, trust me. She is our strongest child,"

"She has to Bhaijaan; she has to become fine. I swear I would never even show my face to her even if she wishes to, but I want her to open her eyes, for God's sake,"

I muttered in between her cries and sobbed, sitting there.

Her father and mother sat with her on either side of the bed, and Rehman Bhaijaan joined hands with the Physicians. Haider sat beside me and patted my shoulder with concern.

"Aahil, I did not know that the letter was because you were concerned about her safety. I thought it was because there were between us. Otherwise, I did not allow her to stay here at any cost,"

The fresh tears rolled off my eyes, and I just stayed silent. 

The time passed, and early morning struck. No one moved an inch from their place, and the physicians kept wiping her sweat that came because of the high fever. They suggested that since she was unconscious, this was the only way the poison could be taken out. If she was conscious that they could have used the committing method to pull out the poison.

Suddenly, her mother fell unconscious, and everyone panicked.

"Gulaab,"

"Ammijaan,"

They screamed, and she placed her hand on her head. Her father immediately held her in his arms, making her lie on the couch.

I stood up from the floor and walked to my wife. Sitting beside her, I held her hand and looked at her face turning pale, slightly blue.

I swore whoever was behind this murder of my child and her condition. I would make him go through the same.

The visuals of her doe eyes, smile, timidness and our sweet moments played in my vision and brought more tears to my eyes.

"Ammijaan, you should rest,"

I heard Rehman Bhaijaan's faded noise as he was talking to her mother.

"I need to stay by my daughter's side,"

"You rather need to take care of yourself first than being her side,"

His father said, and I closed my eyes, remembering my father. I had no one to understand me. I lost everything in my life; I did not even know why I was alive. What mistake did I make? Who did I hurt to suffer this much?