Happy Sunday!! It's match dayyyy yo!

This is a sad chapter? But kinda like a happy one too? Lots of description I think. I personally liked the chapter but I think ya'll won't.

Anyway, make sure to vote and comment. Silent readers, write something. Comments kinda encourage me lol!!

Also, here is a concept for a new story btw.

If you have watched suno chanda (gosh can we pls drool over ajiya? And if you haven't, then go watch it. The main characters are from the drama, the story is completely different, it's a ten chapter short story and it's romantic af)

So tell me what you think you guys! Should I post it? It won't bother humdard I promise lol.

The cover is shit but it's all I could come up with rn.

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Anaaya.

Insaan zindagi main kaafi cheezain apne khuda say maangta hai, magar ek cheez aisi hoti hai Jo insaan baaqi tamam cheezon se zyada azeez samajhta hai.

In life, we ask God for several things but there's always that one thing that we feel is too special, much more special than the others.

Har namaaz, har dua main bus usi cheez ki khwahish hoti hai. Wo khuda se bheek maangta hai.

In every prayer, we just wish for that one thing. We beg for it.

'Ay khuda, mere naseeb main wo cheez daal day'

'Oh God, please put that thing in my destiny.'

Yaqeenan, wo cheez insaan ko zaroori mehsoos hoti hai. Use lagta hai ke wo cheez chahe jesi bhi ho, bus uski honi chahiye.

For sure, we feel that thing is important for us. We feel like we should have that thing, no matter how and no matter what.

Kabhi kabhi toh khuda wo cheez insaan ke qadmon main phaink deta hai, aur kabhi kabhi khuda us cheez ko insaan se bauhat door kar deta hai.

Sometimes, God throws that thing at us and sometimes, God takes that thing far away from our reach.

Zindagi bauhat choti hai aur insaan hi khwahishain bauhat zyada. Khuda sab ki sun to leta hai magar bauhat kam ko wo sab deta hai Jo insaan chahta ho.

Life is too short and our wishes, too much. God listens to everyone but only the lucky ones get what they want from him.

Dua aur sabar shayd insaan ki mushkil door kar day..magar insaan ki khwahishain? Wo kabhi door nahi ho sakti.

Prayers and patience might take away a person's suffering, but what about a person's wishes? They never go away.

Anaaya ki khwahish khuda nay poori to kar li..magar zaroori to nahi ke wo cheez usi haalat main milay, jis haal main wo pehle maujood thi.

Anaaya's wish might have gotten fulfilled by God, but it's not necessary that the thing she had wished for, the thing she had prayed for, would be in the same condition as before.

"Hassan? Oh my God, Hassan!" Anaaya gasped upon spotting Hassan with his eyes opened.

His eyes seemed gunmetal. Almost lifeless, blank and emotionless. His brown chocolate eyes seemed so familiar yet they had a certain blankness to them.

Anaaya couldn't really show what she felt. She couldn't understand how all of a sudden, in one moment she was rambling to him and in an other moment, he had simply opened his eyes.

"Shit, am I dreaming?" She said again, she had probably not smiled as wide as she did in that moment.

"Okay, okay, hold on..Hassan, can you hear me?" She held his palm in hers, it was almost unconscious but warmer than the usual.

He wasn't so cold anymore. He was warm. His warmth seeped comfort onto her.

"Okay, wait, Nurse, call the doctor, he's awake!" She yelled out loud.

At that point, Anaaya was feeling too much. She was feeling too happy? Too overwhelmed? Too scared?

She was just feeling too much. Her heart beat quicker than usual, her eyes were wet, her mouth turned into a smile but her cheeks were red from the extreme sweating.

The nurse paged the doctor quickly. Anaaya stood beside him impatiently with his hand in hers.

"Oh, he's awake." Dr Shepherd casually said as soon as he entered the room.

Maybe he had seen many cases like these before or maybe he wanted to display a calm attitude in front of Anaaya.

Dr Shepherd stood there for a second, examining Hassan and moving from the left to the right.

He stood on one end of Hassan's bed and then walked towards the other. Anaaya looked at him, confused.

"What are you doing, doctor?" She asked, a sudden urgency in her voice.

The doctor didn't answer her and kept moving from left to right. Hassan's eyes were still staring at one spot. At the spot where Anaaya was standing.

"He's awake, now do something!" Anaaya shouted out loud, frustrated with him not doing something.

Dr Shepherd sighed and shot her a look.

He walked towards her this time, putting a hand on her shoulder and pressing down on it.

"Anaaya, if you don't calm down, I'll have you escorted to the waiting room." He warned but she knew he wouldn't do that.

Her and Doctor Shepherd had developed this friendship over the span of Hassan's recovery. Or whatever it was that had been happening since two months.

After finishing his hours, Dr Shepherd would sometimes come and sit with Anaaya, he would talk about his dead wife and sometimes even about how tough it was. He was barely Forty but he had experienced his fair share of pain.

She would comfort him and he would comfort her too. So they were friends now. She liked having a friend at the hospital.

"Just wait," He whispered in a softer tone, a friendly tone.

"Go walk towards the left." He instructed, she did as she was told while he stared at Hassan.

Anaaya saw it then, she saw what he was trying to see. She saw what he was examining.

Hassan's eyes moved exactly towards Anaaya's posture. If she turned left, he would look at left and if she turned right, his eyes would move towards right.

His eyes showed movement, active movement at that.

"He's responding. Good." The doctor mumbled, then smiled at Hassan. Anaaya came and stood by her husband's side too.

"Hi, Hassan. I'm Dr Shepherd. You're in Newyork city hospital right now. Can you understand my words?" Hassan couldn't speak, he couldn't move.

In his state of understanding a question and not being able to answer it, his eyes showed a sense of panic.

"It's alright, don't panic. Just blink as a yes to my questions. Okay?" He said, standing over him.

"Now, do you get what I'm saying?" Hassan blinked slowly at his question.

"Good."

"Do you remember who you are?"

Hassan nodded again, this time, much clearly than the last one.

"Great, that's fantastic." He turned and pointed at Anaaya.

"Do you remember who she is?"

Anaaya's heart felt like it was stuck in her throat. This was the one thing that had made her lie awake at nights.

What if he wakes up one day and doesn't remember me?

What if all those days of love get vanished right in one moment?

She would often try to tell herself that he was all that mattered. She would take him in any condition and only if he opened his eyes. All she wanted was for him to open his eyes. For once.

But it wasn't easy to convince her heart. She wasn't ready for it.

So when she looked at his eyes, when she looked at the way they didn't blink, her heart was almost in her throat.

She looked at the doctor.

"Dr Shepherd, why isn't he blinking?" Anaaya questioned, voice shaky and filled with fear.

Fear of him not remembering her. Fear of her heart getting broken. Fear of him losing every memory that he had of her. Fear of him forgetting that he loved her.

What if he forgot about me and what if he couldn't love me again?

She sniffed, eyes trying to blink away the tears that were leaking out. It took her so much energy, to not cry out, to not just sit there and sob for a while.

She leaned down, holding his hand. Her eyes stares at his brown ones, the same eyes that were focusing on her.

"Hassan, you remember me, right? You know who I am? Haina?" Hassan didn't blink again. He just stared at Anaaya.

It wasn't a blank stare, it was filled with emotions. Yes. But what kind of emotions were they? Was he frustrated that he didn't know who she was?

"Hassan, please." She pleaded again.

Dr Shepherd stepped in, pulling Anaaya's arm gently and making her move away.

"Anaaya, you have to give it sometime. He's very-" As soon as the doctor started to speak, he saw Hassan's eyes blink again and again, a sign that he wanted to say something.

"Do you want to say something? You can blink. Are you in pain?" He blinked twice.

He is in pain and he doesn't know who I am but he's awake and I should be thankful. But I'm not. I want my Hassan back.

I want my man with a smile on his face or a smirk on his lips, I want his eyes to look at me with the passion that he's about to kiss me. I don't want him to look at me a man looks at a strange woman.

Anaaya's mind was jumbled up wiry her own voices in her head.

"Okay, I'm sure you have a lot of questions but we have to do a few tests first." Dr Shepherd explained to the both of them.

Anaaya, who was now standing a few feet away, nowhere in Hassan's sight caused him to move his eyes around everywhere. He couldn't move his head right now, it took time for such patients to come out of their trauma completely.

His eyes were his only means of communication right now.

Hassan looked around again and couldn't spot Anaaya. But the doctor had noticed it anyway.

"Anaaya, I think he's calling you."

"Yeah?" She rushed to his side.

"Hassan, you remember me, right?" She asked again, holding his hand tightly in hers.

Hassan tried to blink, she knew that. But what she saw next was even more heartbreaking. He couldn't move right now, couldn't speak. But his eyes let a tear fall away and her heart broke for him.

"Stop crying." She whispered to him, crying herself. Hassan blinked again and again.

"You remember me? That's good, that's really good." An air of relief filled with body and she could finally smile at him.

A tearful smile but a real smile.

She kissed the tip of his fingers.

"Hi, I've missed you." She said again.

And in that moment, she thought she had gotten her Hassan back. Maybe he couldn't say anything, maybe he couldn't tell her much but his eyes looked at her with tenderness and sadness and she just couldn't let this moment pass by with thanking her God.

Atleast, he had woken up. Atleast he knew who she was.

The rest? The sun would rise again and she would pray again. She had to believe he would be okay.

Eventually.

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"Anaaya, we really have to get those tests done." The doctor announced after a while and once again, Anaaya had to move back.

Dr Shepherd smiled at Anaaya, this time it wasn't sympathetic, it was a genuine friendly smile.

A friend's smile.

Anaaya smiled back tearfully.

"Congratulations, I'm extremely happy for you." He squeezed her shoulder as a gesture.

He usually did that. It felt comforting to her.

"Thank you,."

"I'll brief you in a bit, okay? You wait here and I'll come and explain everything to you. This is a great sign." So as they took Hassan away in his hospital bed, to get those tests done.

Anaaya sat on the edge of the sofa, shaking.

"Yeah, okay." She had mumbled before they left.

Where was Uncle Shafqat now? She needed him to be here and he was lost. She figured he had left for home with the driver but why had he came with her then?

It seemed to her that the room was slowly getting smaller, the white walls seemed to be enveloping her.

Her lungs felt tightened, making it difficult to even breathe. It felt suffocating.

Nothing but gasps came out of her mouth and nothing but tears came out of her eyes.

Yes, this overwhelming sensation was something she couldn't describe.

She was happy but she wasn't.

She didn't know how she felt like and at this point, all she wanted was to hear a comforting voice.

So she took out her phone and made a call.

"Hello?" She could hear Maggie's voice and the laughter of the twins behind it.

"Maggie? Hi, uhh, can you give the phone to Abaan please?" She said shakily, sniffing.

"Anaaya? Why are you crying? Is everything okay?"

"Yes, Hassan-just give the phone to Abaan." She said instead.

She didn't want to tell anyone what had happened right now.

She wanted to keep it to herself.

"Hi mama." A few moments later, she heard the chirpy voice of her eldest.

"Hi, love. How are you?" She tried to sound confident but her voice was so shaky, even a kid could figure out she wasn't okay.

"Why are you crying, mama?" Abaan asked, she could imagine him with a pout on his face. Lips shaped in the same way as his father.

"I'm crying because I'm happy meri jaan."

And she was happy. Yes, she was. These were tears of happiness. She was crying because she had received a good news and she was glad about it.

She figured it out or convinced herself that she had.

"I just wanted to talk to you." She told him.

She heard him give out a long sigh.

"Oh, well..I was playing." He replied bluntly, as if saying mama, hang up. I'm busy right now.

Anaaya chuckled then, only slightly.

"Okay, I'll bring home your fishes tonight. Alright?" She said instead.

"You will? But baba is supposed to do that."

She was glad that Abaan would ask about him every single day. Children often tend to forget about the ones they don't see everyday, even if it's their parents.

But the twins would nag her all day asking about their father and she would have to give them something for distraction. Aira still slept wrapped up in Hassan's shirts. Anaaya had tried to wrap her up in a blanket one day instead of the shirt and the not even a year old baby had cried until she got what she wanted.

Abaan was no different. He would ask about his father.

"He is, he will bring you more." She told him instead.

"When will baba come?" He questioned.

"Soon, I promise." She promised and for the first time, she felt like she wasn't lying to him.

"Ok, now don't cry anymore." Anaaya smiled, wiping away a few stray tears.

"I love you, my sweet boy."

"I love you too, mama."

So she hung up the phone, feeling much better than before.

Love came in all forms and all shapes but the love that mattered the most was the love of family.

So she hoped and she prayed, that Hassan would be okay.

So her children could get their baba back and she could get her Hassan back.

That's all she wished for, that's all she prayed for.

She didn't just know that the real storm was about to begin.

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