Chapter 98: Chapter 98
Abeer's mind raced as he recalled the previous night's incident, when he had lifted Khushi in his arms like a bride, saving her from Andrew's grip.
Panic surged through Abeer as he witnessed Khushi's vulnerable state. Unsure of how to react, he found himself at a loss. The hotel manager quickly called an ambulance to took Khushi to the hospital for a checkup.
Throughout the entire journey, Abeer tightly held Khushi's hand, unwilling to take any chances of losing her. He sat beside her, keeping a constant watch over her.
"Listen to me, Khushi. Speak to me. Look, Arnan is here with you. You're safe now, Khushi. Please, talk to me. I beg you. Just once, please talk to me," Abeer pleaded, tears streaming down his face.
"She's not conscious at the moment, sir. Please try to understand and cooperate with us. We need to run several tests and then we can give you an accurate update on her condition," responded the nurse, who had been observing Abeer's distraught state of mind.
As soon as the ambulance arrived at the hospital, Abeer didn't wait for any staff members. He securely lifted Khushi in his arms and hurriedly made his way inside.
"Where is the doctor? Get him... Doctor!" Abeer shouted, scanning the surroundings anxiously.
The nurse approached from behind and instructed Abeer to take Khushi to the doctor's cabin, assuring him that the doctor would examine her after attending to other patients.
"What the hell! Have you lost your mind? I can't wait for your doctor to finish his rounds and then see her. If you don't call another doctor within the next thirty seconds, I'll make sure to burn this whole hospital down!" Abeer's voice boomed, his eyes filled with fiery determination, causing the nurse to flinch in fear.
Abeer didn't realize how his commanding presence exuded an air of authority, reminiscent of his Mafia background.
"S-Sir... this way... please come with me," the nurse stammered, guiding Abeer towards the doctor's cabin. Abeer walked alongside her, holding Khushi securely in his arms.
"Sir, you'll have to wait outside as we need to conduct some tests on her. Please try to understand and cooperate with us if you genuinely care for her well-being," the nurse tried to explain the situation.
Abeer glanced at the nurse and then at Khushi, lying on the bed with closed eyes. Without uttering a word, he exited the room and patiently waited outside the doctor's cabin.
"How could I be so irresponsible? Why did I leave her in the first place when I knew she was my responsibility?" Abeer questioned himself, berating and blaming himself for Khushi's current condition.
"Collecting evidence against Neil can wait. It's not as important as her safety. How could I overlook that and leave without informing her?" Abeer scolded himself, filled with regret and self-reproach.
The Doctor emerged from the room, and Abeer rushed over to him anxiously.
"How is Khushi, Doctor? Is she alright?" Abeer questioned, his voice filled with worry.
"Take a deep breath, my boy. The test results are yet to arrive. I'm here to inform you that we require the patient's family member to sign this document before we proceed with further tests. We need their permission. Can you please clarify your relationship with her?" the doctor asked, momentarily leaving Abeer stunned.
"Um... I... Well..." Abeer stammered, contemplating their undefined relationship.
Khushi had saved his life, yet he remained a stranger to her.
"If you don't provide the necessary information, we won't be able to conduct the tests, and it could potentially jeopardize her life. It would be better to contact her family if you're not related," the doctor stated, bringing Abeer back from his thoughts.
"She's mine. I'm her husband," Abeer responded instantly, unwilling to take any chances.
"Alright, then please sign here. Once the reports are available, we will call you," the doctor directed, pointing to the paper with a pen in his hand.
Abeer took the pen and signed the document and the doctor left him alone.
"I witnessed your love for your wife, son. I was present when you arrived with her and confronted the nurse for not attending to her immediately. She is truly fortunate to have you as her husband," an elderly lady, accompanied by her grandson, spoke from behind, capturing Abeer's attention.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand," Abeer apologized, turning towards her.
"I observed your distress regarding your wife. You see, my child, love is a beautiful emotion when you love someone unconditionally. However, that same love can consume you if the person isn't with you. Love can transform you for the better or shatter you indefinitely. So, it's up to you how you choose to embrace it," the old lady smiled, attempting to console him.
"Grandma! Grandma, come here. The doctor is calling you for your checkup," her grandson interrupted, searching for her.
"Have faith in God, my son. Everything will soon be alright," the old lady whispered and left with her grandson.
"Love? Me? But how can it be?" Abeer questioned himself, the old lady's words echoing in his mind.
Flashbacks inundated his thoughts, reminding him of the panic he felt when he saw Khushi in such a fragile state. The pounding of his heart as she remained unresponsive to his pleas. The moments they shared together. How he referred to himself as her husband in front of the doctor. It all flooded his mind, and he realized he had fallen in love with Khushi.
"I don't know when it happened. I don't know where it happened. But yes, I love you, Khushi. You belong to me and only me. I love you, Khushi," Abeer confessed his feelings silently, tears welling in his eyes and a smile forming on his face.
"I am an atheist, but Khushi believes in you. Please heal her, God. Don't let her faith waver. Take care of your child and restore her to health," Abeer prayed earnestly within his heart.