Misha's POV:

I replaced the flowers in the glass vase with fresh ones on the side table. I went with roses and chrysanthemums this time. I don't think he liked the white lilies much. Smiling weakly, I turned to look at Ibraheem who was sleeping on the bed beside the table. At least, I called it sleeping. I felt my heart sting with the guilt and ache.

He was still in a coma. 37 days ago, once brother had transfused his blood into Ibraheem and the surgery had gone successful, we had all breathed a sigh of relief but it only lasted seconds before Ibraheem had a seizure attack. Everything had started to fade around me including the doctor's voice as he had broke the bad news to us all, 'Due to the excessive blood loss, the brain lost activity momentarily causing the patient to enter into a state of comatose. We don't know when he will regain consciousness.'

I don't remember much after that because I was bawling my eyes out and the exhaustion and shock had caused me to lose consciousness. When I had come to, my arm was bandaged and it was night time at the hospital. I had an I.V attached to my arm and I was laying in a hospital bed. That was the first night of Ibraheem being in a coma.

It still feels like yesterday but it is odd because every single day, every single hour and every single minute that has gone by has never felt so torturous. I blinked again, snapping out of the flashback I had gone into.

I dragged a chair and sat down on it, right beside his bed. One of the bullets had pierced through his lower lung from his back so they had to cut a part of his lung off to avoid sepsis. Another had cut through his thigh but fortunately it missed any major nerves so there was no paralysis. The third bullet hadn't touched him and I was grateful. The doctor had said he was saved by a miracle. Had we been even a few minutes late....I closed my eyes tightly as I pushed all the negative thoughts away.

I held unto his hand that had gone slightly cold and wrapped both my hands around it to warm it up. I kissed his palm before bring it down again but not letting it go.

"I miss you every single day. I miss you so much. I regret not being able to protect you back then. I wish I had done more. Please come back to me quickly, my jaan e jahan. It is really hard without you." I whispered softly, my voice breaking at the end as my dried eyes started to wet from the impending tears. "I love you so much. I wish I could tell you that again. I wish I could tell you how it is near impossible to go on without you."

Ammi entered the hospital room and I gave her a broken smile before wiping the tears with the back of my hand. She smiled back, it was a kind assuring smile.

"Have you eaten anything? I have brought you a fresh pair of clothes and your favorite food. Please eat something. You look weaker than before." Ammi told me as she squeezed my shoulder and I nodded feebly.

"Thank you ammi. I just miss him so much." The words left my mouth naturally. "I wish I could have protected him. He wouldn't be like this right now, if I had."

"Don't blame yourself. He did what he thought was right. He protected you just like you wished to have protected him. Don't let his actions go to a waste. He did it for you. So when he comes back and I know he will, tell him how much you love him so that he is happier and heals quickly." Ammi assured me again while hugging me tenderly. "Now go on, take a shower and eat something. He would want to see a healthy and happy wife when he comes around."

With that ammi unpacked the food on the table and handed me a pair of shalwar kameez. I held unto his hand for a little while longer before reluctantly letting go but not before I pressed his hand to my face.

"I will be right back, my love." I told Ibraheem who didn't give a response. Not a single movement. I dragged my feet to the attached bathroom and took a shower, letting the tears fall freely under the water. I took a shower as quickly as possible because I didn't want to stay away from him for long. I wanted to be near him, before my eyes all the time because I feared that I would lose him if I would.

I dried my hair quickly and did wuddhu before stepping out of the bathroom. I wrapped a dupatta around my head making sure to cover all my hair before I took out a prayer mat from a cupboard. I offered my magrib prayers beside his bed.

As I sat down to make dua, I asked Allah what I had been asking for in the past 37 days. "Ya Allah make him healthy and protect him from the evil eye and all enemies. Ya Allah, please bring my Ibraheem back to me. Please, my Lord, I love him so much. Please."

The dua came directly from my heart. I sat on the prayer mat for a while longer in silence, finding peace before I got up and folded it and put it back in it's place. This had been my routine for the past month or so. I hardly left the room because I didn't want to leave him alone. I had tried sleeping at home but I was so anxious, so worried about Ibraheem being alone that I decided to move to the hospital room. My family and my in-laws had tried to stop me so I could rest but they knew it wouldn't work so they left me be eventually.

I held unto a tasbeeh with one hand as I sat down on the chair beside his bed, holding his hand, which seemed warmer than before.

Fahad entered the room and stood on the right side of my chair, looking at Ibraheem with a distant, loving look.

"How is he doing?" Fahad asked in a cheerful manner. He had been doing that for a while to keep the atmosphere light.

"His hand seems warmer than usual." I announced as I continued to do dhikr. Fahad took a step further and put his hand on Ibraheem's forehead, probably to take his temperature.

"Doesn't seem like a fever. Maybe he is just burning up with the love for his wife." He joked and I gave him a look which shut him up immediately. I had to admit though that his stupid statement had definitely made me smile.

"How are things with Rubab?"

"Oh, same old, same old. Zohaib is out of the picture currently. God knows where he went so it's just going smoothly for now. She has her exams going on so she isn't really paying me any attention though but she did say she visits you both often." Fahad replied as he walked around the room and picked up an apple from the fruit basket. "Weird though because I never seem to catch her when she is here."

I made an 'Oh' sound as he started to munch on the apple. I didn't want to tell him that it was because she was currently avoiding him because she was in a perplexed state of mind for certain reasons. I am sure, they will figure it out.

"They took Shahbaz off the ventilator yesterday." I felt my heart sink. Shahbaz had survived the gun shot wounds but he had lost feel in both his legs because Kamran had shot him in a focal point in his spine causing severe nerve damage. He has paralysis from his waist down. The bullet that had pierced his neck had caused him to get an artificial air pipe installed into his throat so that he could continue breathing.

In summary, he and his family had backed off and surrendered. They had left politics for good and promised to not interfere again. Shahbaz had named Saba in the process but Saba was nowhere in sight. It was like she had disappeared or something.

"I see." I responded after a while. Kamran was taking care of the political affairs in Karachi while Ibraheem was here. Speaking of Kamran, I finally connected with Zoya two weeks ago. She told me she had settled in Istanbul, Turkey. I had told her everything that had happened and she shared my grief with me.

It was nice. Comforting. I had wanted to tell Kamran about her because I knew he longed for her. He didn't talk about her but it showed. On occasions, he would show an anxious filled expression but then he would cover it up immediately. He had told me that day, when we were leaving Karachi for Lahore, he had told me he would look for her and find her and 'make amends' as he had called it.

I guess, he couldn't do it right now with how the situation had unfolded but deep down, I knew he wanted to go to her and it was wrong of me but I had hoped that if the two of them were good in each other's favour, that they could unite with Allah's blessing. But that was not for me to decide. It was their life. If they were fated, nothing could stop them. Not even being in separate countries, a thousand miles away.

I was brought back to reality when Fahad told me he was leaving.

"If you need anything, just call me or Kamran. You know where to reach us." Fahad announced as he picked up a peach from the fruit basket and walked out while waving his hand in the air. Once the door closed, I was back with Ibraheem. It was just the two of us again.

Just a beloved husband and wife.

Author's Note:

Hello and Asalam o Alaikum Lovelies!

I wasn't well so I wasn't able to update. Plus it was my birthday yesterday so I was occupied there. Thank you to everyone who checked up on me. It means alot.

Secondly, I am planning to fix the part where Misha and Misha's father have the same blood type. Thank you for raising that point. I will probably fix it later though.

How are we feeling about this?