MADE FOR EACH OTHER

DUA'S POV:

I am currently sitting on the chair outside the operating room with a nurse doing something with my head. It's painful but I had no time to think about it. I was busy praying Allah that please make everything alright. I can't lose him. I can never think about it.

He had lost much of his blood. Doctors are operated him inside. Thankfully I am not alone here. Ammi and abba are here too.

My all attention turned towards the door from which a nurse exited. Allah let him be fine. I have lost all the person that were dear to me already but him Allah. No way you have take him away from me. Please Allah spare him. Please.

I swear I won't let anything happen to him again. Not even a scratch would end upon him. I promise Allah.

I can't lose him. I already began missing him. His cockiness. His smirk. He annoying me. His hug's. His kiss. Allah please let my husband alright. I love him dearly.

The doctor came out. I had no guts to go and see what he has. Please Allah. Please. I was froze to my place. The faces of ammi and abba made me relax.

Is everything alright. Is he alright. I wanted to ask but I couldn't.

"Dua. Dua." Ammi came rushing towards me.

"He is okay. Our armaan is okay. " she said and hugged me tightly.

I broke up there. I let all my tears and cry out. Allhamdullilah. I kept on repeating over and over again.

Abba stood in front of us. He had tears in his eyes too. Ammi broke the hug as abba began to speak.

him in a while." He said. I and

check up. You are in so bad condition." Ammi said looking at me. Yes I was in bad

that I

see him then only I be in

but I gave

rizvi's family." A nurse came and

abba came towards us. "He has been shifted to ICU on other floor. We

helped me up to the lift.

turn to visit him. I can't wait to see him. What of he lose his memory and does not recognize me because of injury on his head. But his head didn't hurt. Speaking about the head my head began to

I looked up to see ammi.

for you." She said. Maybe that memory lost

nodded and she helped me on my

while tears rolled down over and over again. I didn't knew what to say. I wanted to scold him to hop in between and hurting himself. But nothing was coming out. I felt movement

him. I sat beside him. He scanned my whole face. He brought his hands

"You Okay" he asked.

the knife. You think you are a superhero. Did you ever thought what would I do if something happens to you. Do

stitches. Nothing has happened to me. I am alright okay. Don't worry please." He said. I

I..."  I shuttered on my speech. "I

placed on