Mrs Mariam.
"Blue or black?"I asked myself why I always choose black. It is strange, but I prefer black over any other colour.

I wore a long black dress with long sleeves and churidar (long tight pants). I applied minimal makeup because he always says he prefers me without it.

I got ready, prayed the maghrib prayer, and waited in the sitting room. I kept checking the clock every so often, but he was nowhere to be found. I turned on the TV, and as soon as the show began, all of my bad moods vanished and I was overcome with anxiety.

I just hope he is okay. I tried closing my ears to some of my own pessimistic thoughts.

I kept trying his cell, but it was in vain.

"Khalid, where are you?"I asked myself, a little let down because the day was ruined.

I had so much planned for this special day, and I wanted to spend it with him—but he was not even returning my calls.

I began taking off the bangles I had worn especially for him because he liked them. I looked at the time and saw that it was 11 p.m. Since 7:00 p.m., I have been waiting.

I threw the phone on the couch and just sat down. Please answer my call.

Yes, I need to give Imad a call. He must be aware, "I considered.

It took him two rings to pick up.

I heard him say, "Salam sis."

"Waleikumsalam," I said in a dejected manner.

"Are you aware of anything?" "Where is Khalid?"When I asked, there was a pause.

"Imad! Please tell me," I begged, afraid that by now my hands would be trembling and somewhat chilly.

Be well, please.

He begged me not to panic, but this only made me more anxious.

"Khalid was shot as he was leaving his office, but fortunately the bullet only struck his leg and not more serious damage," he said, sending shockwaves through my entire universe.

"Where is he at the moment?With tears streaming down my face, I begged, "Please tell me, I want to meet him."

He told me, "I have brought him home. Fortunately, we were on the call when I heard strange noises, so I hurried to help him."

"I am on my way," I told him.

I hung up the phone and hurried to my parents' house after hearing those final words, "Be careful."
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As soon as I arrived at our house, Imad told me, "He is okay, do not worry."

He looked toward the bed, where Khalid was unconscious, and said, "I think someone is trying to harm him."

He kissed my forehead and said, "I will give you some time with him." Where was Muskan, I wondered?

Who tried to shoot Imad , I thought as I went to sit next to him? on such a big day? How could people be so hostile to such a kind man?

His right leg was bandaged, and he appeared to be sleeping peacefully.

The nurse entered and smiled at me, and I nodded.

"He is out of danger and requires complete rest," the nurse stated, setting his medications aside.

"Now see how I let you work; for one week, you will be at home, and I will be your boss, Mr., because your safety comes first."I am eager for him to wake up so I can see his reaction, and I grinned at the thought.