Update in a day cause I'm kinda excited to write humdard.

Thanks for all the love on humsafar and I hope you guys like this one just as much.

Make sure to tell me what you think! I'd love to read your comments since I don't know how this story is going so far. Good, bad? Idk.

Poor hassan tho lol.

My favourite part of this chapter is the intro part, the hassan part. It has my heart ok bye!!

Hassan.

Hassan didn't know how long it had been since he felt this way. A day, two days, months?

He didn't know.

He also didn't understand where he was. He didn't think it was heaven. He wasn't good enough for heaven. He chose the world over all the spiritual things. Why would God send him to heaven?

But he was in a place where he was all alone.

One moment he was laying on an operating table, voices of doctors all around him, they were talking about him, sympathising.

The next, everything was black. He couldn't think, he couldn't breathe. He was trapped in his own body.

He couldn't talk. Couldn't speak. Couldn't move. He was still. And so was the world.

It felt like an eternity in the nothingness when her voice broke through.

"Hassan.." It's her voice.

The soft and shaky one, the one he had heard way too many times, the one that made his name roll out of her tongue in a manner that his heart would swell, Hassan. Hassan. Hassan.

That's all he wanted her to say.

Say my name. You're my light, so say my name and save me.

"Hassan.." He heard again.

He felt like he was drowning in the darkness and her voice was like coming up for air but he still couldn't escape.

"Hassan.."

She said again and again.

He was so deep in the black, in the nothingness, in the dark that it took him time to even think about her, about them.

It's her voice saying his name. His wife, his light.

"Wake up, Hassan."

He doesn't want to go on without her. He wants her to hold his hand, he wants her to drag him out of the dark.

He doesn't want to be consumed by darkness. He wants to see her, he wants to look at her. But it's so dark, he can't see anything.

He felt someone touching him and it's so gentle that he knows it's her.

"Wake up, baby. Stay with me." He heard her whisper.

He wants to stay. He wants to stay. He wants to stay.

Anaaya.

"I know, I know Uncle. I can't do this alone, I need my family right now. I haven't seen the kids in three days, I can't leave this hospital. I can't leave him." She sobbed over the phone.

If it weren't for Uncle Shafqat, holding back his own tears, his own pain, Anaaya wouldn't even be breathing right now.

Informing his family about what had happened, was the hardest thing she had ever done.

How do you tell someone that their loved one is lying on an operating table?

"Anaaya, you have to stay strong. You have to be a mother right now, not just a wife. I know it's hard but your children need you as much as Hassan does." She heard him console.

She knew he was also shaken up. His oldest child was far away, hurt. And he couldn't do anything about it.

It would take the family atleast a month to come there, since they had just applied for visa.

"I'm just so scared, what if? I mean I have all these bad thoughts in my head. What if he dies? What if he leaves me all alone? I can't do this without him."

At this point, Anaaya didn't care that people around were watching her. She had stopped caring about that a long time ago.

She didn't want their pity. She wanted her Hassan to be okay.

She felt like choking on air, her body shaking with heavy sobs.

"He's not going to die, Anaaya. Wo Mera beta hai. Itni asaani se himmat nahi haarega. Meri beti ho na? Ye rone ka waqt nahi hai. Himmat rakho, Allah pay yakeen rakho. Sab theek ho jayega."

(He's my son. I know he won't just give up is easily. You're my daughter, right? Yoy can't cry like this, you have to be strong. Have faith in God. Everything will be okay..)

He tried to help her through his words, he tried. But he knew she was going through an emotional breakdown right now.

"Aur theek nahi hua to?"

She questioned, she heard him sigh. Voice less shaky than hers but still shaky.

"Kya humara khuda humain nahi jaanta? Wo kabhi tumhain aisa dukh nahi dega Jo tum bardaasht na kar sako. Dua karo."

(Does our God not know us? The almighty won't ever burden you with a pain that you won't be able to handle. Just pray)

And God, she had prayed. She had prayed so much. She had read the Quran as much as she could, even when she got weird looks from the people around her.

She had prayed namaz in the waiting room and she had cried in her prayers.

It was the only feeling that made her feel, not alone.

"I wish you were here, Uncle. You don't know how it feels to stand all alone, with nobody by your side, waiting."

She told him softly.

"I know, Anaaya. I understand. But you're not alone, Azlaan and Atia are already on the move, they'll reach in two hours. You'll have family." He continued.

"They wanted to surprise, Hassan. Atia's family lives in Chicago and they thought they'd surprise Hassan by coming to Newyork unannounced."

He added. Anaaya was relieved that atleast someone would come, even if it was Azlaan. She hardly talked to him, they hardly got along. But she was glad Hassan's brother would be here.

His family.

Family reminded her of her children. Abaan to be precise.

"He went to buy Abaan's fishes, Uncle. He went to buy his fishes and didn't come back."

With those words, she cried even harder. If only he hadn't left, if only she had stopped him. He would have been okay.

"Sshh, stop crying..Anaaya. Now, listen to me. Go and see your children, be with them, they need you too."

"I don't wanna leave Hassan." She said instead.

"What do you think he would have wanted at such time?" That left her to ponder and she nodded, even though he couldn't see her.

"For me to be with family."

"Yes, now hush child. It'll all be okay. Hmm? Call me soon."

Anaaya ended the call with that, deciding to go home, even if if was for a little while.

Sarah opened the door with tired bloodshot eyes. Her eyes glanced at an even tired Anaaya, she welcomed her inside, rushing into the kitchen back again as she was cooking breakfast for the children.

She spotted Abaan sitting on the dining table, along with the twins, eating.

Aira was in Maggie's arms.

She scooped the babbling four month old into her own arms, the warmth of her child comforting her in an unexplainable way.

She sat on the seat, next to Abaan.

"Hi baby." She whispered and his attention went towards her.

He gasped, smiling widely.

A toothless grin that Anaaya absolutely adored.

"Mama! Where were you? Aunt Sarah said you were in the hospital. Why?" He shot her questions.

His enquiry was innocent, filled with curiosity. Anaaya gulped, still trying to smile even though her eyes had already gotten teary.

"How are you, my love? You missed me?" She kissed the top of his head.

"Yes. But I missed baba more. Where is he?"

He asked, pouting. Anaaya thought about lying, that his baba was just busy with work, or he had gone to some foreign country but he will be back soon.

But somehow, her lips couldn't say that lie.

"Abaan, baba is in the hospital right now. He is actually a little sick so he can't come home." She said, giving away some of the truth.

"Oh..when will he be home?"

If only she knew, if only she could tell him when Hassan would come home, or when he would even wake up.

Even though the doctors had told her that he would be awake in twenty four hours, he hadn't.

It had been three days but he hadn't opened his eyes.

The doctors said he eventually would. It would just take some time. But Anaaya had fear creeping into her heart with each passing day.

"I don't know, baby." She told him, not knowing how to answer his question.

"Can you tell him he can come home without the fishes?" Abaan said again, making Anaaya frown.

"You don't want the fishes anymore?"

"No, I want baba."

She wanted him too. They all did.

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Aira was giggling in her arms. She had missed this feeling, usually she was after the boys and Hassan took all of Aira's attention.

And as she played in her lap right now, Anaaya wondered how much a man like Hassan had gotten attached to Aira.

Hassan, who was scared to hold Abaan for the first time.

Hassan, who couldn't see any of them cry.

Hassan, who had burnt his hand because Abaan wanted hot chocolate.

Yet again, unwanted tears shed out of her eyes.

Aira looked at her in wonder. Anaaya tried to smile but failed miserably.

"You think daddy's gonna be okay?" She aimlessly mumbled to the baby girl who had no idea about what her mother was saying.

"You're his favourite, Aira. No matter how much he tries to justify himself, I know he loves you the most." She cried, hugging her daughter.

"I hope he wakes up, for your sake."

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It had been a few hours since she had been back home, and now she was preparing to go back to the hospital.

The only problem being, that the twins weren't letting her go.

Rohaan was holding her leg, with all the tiny strength he had within himself. Zayaan was sitting right in front of the door, as if that could stop her.

She sighed, looking at Maggie who seemed helpless too.

She stared at Rohaan's face now, where he had a small scar on his forehead, covered up in bandage.

She frowned. How had she not noticed that before?

She picked him up, as he finally left her leg and instead wrapped his arms around her neck.

"What happened here?" She pointed at his forehead.

"Ouchy, mama. Zayaan did it."

She looked down at her baby who had an amused smile on his face. As if he was proud of doing that to his brother.

She didn't have the heart to scold him.
She turned her attention back to Rohaan.

"Does it hurt?" She enquired.

He nodded, pouting.

She kissed his forehead.

"Mama has magic kisses, see, all better."

He stared at her for while.

"Like baba?"

He asked. Her heart clenched.

"Yes, like baba."

Hassan took fast steps towards him, as he saw his child sitting on the ground with a scraped knee.

"It's okay, buddy.." He murmured as his boy started to cry. "You’re alright." He helped him stand, brushing the dirt and grass from his clothes.

"Baba, my knee," He whimpered, tears rolling off his cheeks.

He looked down to see a scarlet scrape across his knee.

"Come, I'll fix it up."

He promised, scooping him back up and carrying him across the playground from downstairs, towards the elevator and then finally up in their apartment.

He entered the kitchen, spotting Anaaya who was busy talking over the phone with a cup of coffee in her hand.

Upon spotting her crying boy, she ended the call. She came near him too, looking at her husband to enquire what had happened.

He made her take a look at his knee and she nodded, taking out some ointment and a bandage from the cabinet, as Hassan set him on the counter.

She gave him a small cloth first after running it under some warm water.

He dabbed it over the scrape.

"Don’t cry, baby. You're okay." He cooed.

"It hurts," Abaan mumbled, taking in a shuddering, wet breath.

Hassan nodded. "I know, but this’ll make it feel better."

He squeezed some ointment onto his finger, smoothing it over the angry red scrape.

He looked up at him with a smile.

"Do you wanna know a secret?" He lowered his voice, to a whisper, leaning in closer, looking around playfully as if he wanted nobody to know about it.

Anaaya chuckled, knowing what he was about to do as she moved away.

Abaan sniffled, nodding. "Yeah."

"I have magic kisses," he told her.

His eyes widened.

"Really baba?"

Hassan nodded.

"Mm hm. They make ouchies all better."

He quickly bandaged his son's knee and then leaned down, kissing it a few times.

Abaan giggled.

"All better?" He asked.

His boy nodded, absolutely believing that his father had magic.

From that very day, he made sure to tell everyone that his baba had magical kisses. No matter how embarrassing it got for Hassan, in his heart, Abaan always believed that his father was all about magic.

Anaaya smiled at the both of them. She looked up at Hassan, who wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her in closer.

"Don't I get magical kisses?" She questioned.

Hassan chuckled, leaning in close to her ear.

"How about.." He trailed off, kissing the tip of her nose.

"How about magical orgasms?"

How could she ever say no to that?

The fond memory played in her head, but she was snapped out of it as her phone started to ring.

She quickly picked it up, seeing that it was from the hospital.

"Ma'am, please come to the hospital. It's urgent."

Anaaya didn't know what it meant, but by God, she hoped it wasn't something bad.

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