"His Hoor" (Hussain Asif's Fanfic)✔️

Chapter#8 "Little Angel"

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Recap from previous chapter...

Maha woh Hareem is in the hospital. She is admitted here and her condition is not good..."

Those were not words. I felt a bomb was dropped on me and it blasted right at the moment.

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Hoor Malik's POV

Trying my best to save her life after that all new energy of mine. I never felt this much confident in saving someone's life.

I am sure that I will save her. Bachany waali zaat to us pak rub ki hai. Mai kia cheez hoon. Haan magar itna mujhe yakeen hai k Mera Rub mujhe Hareem Bhabi ki jaan bachany ka waseela zaroor banaye ga.

With that confidence I started with the operation stuff and finally felt her responding back to life and back to breathing. She was now breathing with out any oxygen machine.

Glancing on the screen in front of me I came to know that baby is also responding. His heart beats are now normal but one was still not normal. Baby's breathing is a bit abnormal.

After about fifteen more minutes hard work it was finally the time. It was the time of happiness. Happiness for ever.

I felt a tear escaped my left eye. I never felt this much emotional. I never had any emotional attachment to any of my patient but don't know why I felt this much for hareem bhabi.

Aisa laga jaisy woh apni hein. Aisa laga k aaj agar mai unko na bacha paai to mujhe khud kuch ho jaye ga.

I still remember that teary face of shery Bhai. I never ever saw any man weeping for his wife. Mard to aurat ko apny paon ki jooti samajhta hai than how is shery Bhai this much good.

He is the real man I guess.

Putting a full stop on my thoughts I came out of the operation theater. Changing my clothes and removing that operation gown. I came out when I saw Ariya coming out from the room where Dr Emily was doing hareem bhabi's stitches and dressing her wounds.

"Hey hoor stop. I need to know something. I have been working with you but I never saw you like this before. Who is that patient to you? I saw tears in your eyes. "

Ariya said suspiciously and I didn't reply as I was speechless by my own behavior. Taking that baby from her I saw his face. He was sleeping peacefully and looking all innocent and cute.

"Jahan tak mai tumhyn jaanti hoon. Tumhari aaj tak kabhi kisi patient k saath emotional attachment nahi rahi than why today. You never hold babies before than why today"

She again started with her detective mode. She is a kind of friend of mine. She is really a nice girl but only one thing I don't like about her was this suspicion of her. She use to act all like a detective as she is acting right at the moment.

I was so fed up with her questions so I decided to reply her.

"She is my sister in law. Need more explanation?" I told her and asked her at the same time.

She kept quiet this time so I headed further walking past her and finally came out from the operation theater.

Shehryaar Asif's POV

I was still standing and kept of walking here and there praying to Allah Almighty ( the most merciful and beneficiant) that Hareem will stay safe so my baby will.

I am still cursing myself for signing those papers. I went through a war between my mind and my heart.

Heart: heart says that you did right. If Hareem will not stay than how could you be able to survive. Agar hareem rahi to baby to phir bhi a Jaye ga but agar wo he na rahi to kia kero gay.

Brain: while my brain thinks the totally opposite thing. Brain says you did a sin. If your baby died you are responsible for that. You are the killer of your own baby. You are the killer of a baby.

I was about to think more worst about myself when operation theater's door opened to reveal hoor coming out holding a towel in her hand.

Her face expressions stiff and was looking tensed as if trying to control her tears.

I ran towards her asking "hey where is Hareem how is she now? What about my baby?" I was nearly teared down.

But she kept quiet. I hate her silence. I was about to say something else when I heard a baby cry and it was coming from very near. Voice was low but it feels like its coming from very near.

I looked hoor and she gawked me with surprise.

"Hey bro what are you waiting for? You are waiting for an invitation to hold your own baby. Or you want no baby" she said winking and I felt tears streaming down my eyes.

I felt my heart at a little peace and asked her "where is the baby?" But she looked at me as if will swallow me with her big brown eyes.

"I know your baby is weak but not that much weak like you are acting. Don't tell me that you are not feeling his presence here. He is in my lap bro look he is so damn cute masha Allah"

She said looking at the towel in her hands and I felt confused if the baby is here in the towel or not.

When she removed the corner of towel from baby's face and I felt myself at shock. My baby is so weak and looks like tom thumb.

"Itna chota sa beta mera?" I said glancing at his face. His face was like a cute little angel's face.

I was afraid of holding him because he was too small to hold by my big hands.

She gave my son in my arms and I felt my heart beats were now increased by holding him close my heart.

"Doctor hoor where is my wife? How is she now?"

To be continued...

Chapter is super short but next is gonna bigger one. Hope you like it....

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