BY some miracle she didn't sustain any injuries besides a little sore body due to the massive impact and her previous injuries opening up. She was still under observation by the doctors just in case something might have gone wrong with her.

No one believed that she could've gotten out of such a bad accident without injuries and she couldn't even speak the whole time because of the shock. It was just an accident. The fact that her husband made sure she was covered while their car was rolling had her mute. The way his whole body was shielding her. It was just something that knocked her breath out.

"I said I need to see her". She heard angry screams and it's been an hour or so she wasn't sure

So many people have come and gone. So many consolations. Yet, she didn't speak or even move a muscle. She didn't feel anything but fear. Deep rooting fear. Somewhere in her mind, she was aware of the fact that this was not just an accident. Her manager confirmed the fact just a few minutes after she was taken for observation. Her husband was moved to a different room and she was worried sick about him. Because she didn't move she didn't know how he was doing. The guilt and fear were eating her alive.

She had vomited. A couple of times since she came in. That was also the reason doctors believe she might show symptoms later even if the reports are all clear. She can't tell them that vomiting is only because of feelings. She can't hold anything down for a minute. Anything they fed her for energy was out before it even went in.

Just as her husband busts through the door the guilt crashes into her. Her eyes filled with tears when she saw the bandage on his head, and the deep cut on his face and she knows for sure there are more injuries hidden from her.

"Baby". He said sighing as he quickly closed the distance between them hugging her body, "I was so scared".

That was enough to have her full-out bawling. This is all her fault.

"I am sorry". She cried as she held onto his gown, "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have done all this. I-".

He pulls away from her, placing his finger on her lips, "Shh". He wipes her tears as she hears him mumble 'I hate tears' "It's ok. Nothing happened".

She felt her insides turn at his words, "What do you mean by that?" She almost screamed, "You are hurt. Look at you-". She couldn't complete her sentence as she looks at the bandage on his hand

He place a finger on her chin, moving it so now she was looking into his eyes and she felt the same way she always felt when she looks into his eyes.

Captive.

"I am fine". His thumb wipes under her eyes, "We are fine. I promise this is the last time something like this happened. I am sorry for not stopping this from happening".

She held his hand, closing her eyes as she tries to push her fear back, "It's not your fault".

He notices the shaking in her body. At first, it was just her hand but he saw the shivering of her body. He knew the temperature of the room was fine. It must be the aftershock. The event itself was a puzzle.

"Move to your right". He said as his voice was hoarse from all the yelling he had done to get here

He feels like everyone around him these days are an idiot. He says one thing and they make him do another. When he saw her after the car was done rolling over, he almost felt his heart stop the fear that was in her eyes. He had held her even when the emergency department arrived. Even when they tried to pull him off her.

He couldn't let go.

He never, not even once, in his life ever felt fear. Fear was unknown especially when he lived in such a highly secure society. His parents were always there and so was everyone else. Even when he was less of a social butterfly than his brother, he had everyone safe under one roof.

The fear he felt went to his bones. He felt he will rather die from his fear than the actual accident. The moment he saw that truck coming toward them, he felt his heart stopping. The truck was going to attack her side. She would be hurt was all he ever thought before he leap at her to have her safe anyhow. Even if it meant he won't make it. He just couldn't digest the fact that she could've been hurt if he didn't see the truck at right time. Everyone is still puzzled over two facts. One, why did someone attack his car? Yes, he had enemies and they know well enough to not cross him. Two, how did the two of them didn't sustain injuries?

The only reason he was held back was those tests the doctor did to understand how he managed to just have a few bandages and not even pass out after getting 95% of the impact of this accident. Of course, he told everyone to not tell her about that.

But, he hated that everyone was holding him back. First, the emergency department took his wife from his hands and separated them into two different vans. Then, the hospital department for taking them to two different rooms. The doctor for not allowing him to leave. And his family, then, stopped his movements and tried to tell him that she was ok.

As much as he cares that she was ok. He needed to see her. They didn't understand the fear that was pricking his heart. They weren't him. He never shouted at his parents or family. He was always the composed one. Yet, he lost all his patience and calm to reach her. He knew he had to hold her in his arms. Just like he did in the accident to know she is/will be safe. He needs to do that for his sanity. And, he did.

He was glad he did. He will do it again if he needs to.

She didn't question what he asked of her and he was sure that she wasn't paying attention and was in her head. Her eyes were red and heavy from all the tears she wasted on nothing. He hates tears and he especially hates tears on her. She is just so strong to everything and then some moment he sees that delicacy he loses his mind. He fusses over her like a mother hen.

He slides next to her wrapping his hands around her waist and bringing her closer to his body. He tried to rest his fast-beating heart when she cuddle into his side he almost stopped breathing. He moves his free hand in her hair, massaging it. He needs her to stop shaking and to rest. Even when he knows he is running on adrenaline and he needs the rest too, he can't close his eyes unless he is sure she is ok.

He kept mumbling things and promising he shouldn't make it. After she calm down and was fast asleep is when he pulled away from her. He notices her hand right then. She must be picking on them because there were a few tears on her skin. He closes his eyes hating that he didn't reach her when she needed him.

He brought her fingers to his lips kissing them over and over as he finally allowed himself to relax and sleep along with her.

After the whole overdue and his parents insisting that they stay with them, he was back home. It took a good amount of time to be here. From waking up in an empty bed to panicking when he didn't find her, to knowing she was taken for final checks and to waiting outside the doctor's door for her. To immediately wrapping his arms around her when she was in front of him. Checking for any injuries or conclusion. He was back and his head was killing him.

After they came back, she went to the room he assigned for her. She was tired and sleepy. Even when she slept for hours, the doctor woke her from that peaceful sleep.

She tosses and turns on her bed for a long time as she tries to shut her mind down. She did eat her medicine which was said to shut her mind down and put her to sleep yet she couldn't.

She heard a knock on her door and she grumble something as the door opened. The fresh scent of her husband walks in waking the few senses she managed to put to sleep. Her head turns to look at him. He looks worst than her. His eyes were red from the lack of sleep and the pain was visible on his features.

Immediately, she jumps from the bed closing the distance between them and placing her hands on his cheeks before she could think anything of it.

"What's wrong? Do you feel sick? Do you feel pain somewhere? Tell me, please?"

He leans his head on her shoulder, "My head hurts".

"Did you take medicine?" She dragged him back to her bed as he sits with his shoulder slumped

He nodded.

She chews her lips thinking of the way, "I can give you a head massage. Just lay down".

"No". He said, holding her hand and stopping her from moving away from him, "Just stay with me".

"Stay with you?"

"Yes. When you are close I feel like I can breathe".

Her heart pounded rapidly against her chest at his words. She wasn't sure if it was because of the drug he took or if he meant it. Yet, her heart was at major risk with him.

She nodded. As he adjusted in her bed wrapping his hands around her and nudging her into him. With the impact, she fell right onto him. She raises her head as she looks into his eyes a faint smile on his face he tugged her again and she narrows her eyes at him. Either he knows the impact he has on her or he likes doing this. He moves a strand of her hair wrapping his arms around her not letting her move.

She tried to move away and he tightened his hands around her, "Sleep baby. I am too tired to fight with you". She tried again and he groaned, "It hurts. Stop moving".

She did.

She decided to simply enjoy his presence. She leans into him. As she starts to relax she felt his finger drumming on her back and she smiles before drifting to sleep.

It was sometime later that she no longer felt the heat of his body around her. Instead, the softness of the mattress was under her. Someone was holding her hand tracing a finger over her palm and she frowns. She opens her eyes a little to find her husband focused on her hand.

"What are you doing?" She grumble because she wants to sleep and the way he was playing with her hand wouldn't let that happen

"I am finding my name". He said super focused

She rolls her eyes, "Did you find it yet?"

"Shh". He said, as his borrow drew together, "I am trying to focus and you are very bad for my focus".

"Or maybe you are bad at finding your name". She teases as she was now wide awake taking in his features that were eliminated by the moonlight

"Why are you not sleeping? Does your head hurt?" He asked, focusing on her with concern lingering in his voice, "Do you want some soup? I am sure my mother sent all kinds of sick people food for us while we were asleep".

"They can enter your place without you opening the door?"

"They can. Of course, they are the ones who taught us everything about security. If they have Kabir's uncle with them they will break in easier. Just that uncle never likes to be included in my father's actions so he just taught them basics of breaking in".

She admires how much his love was visible in his voice, "Wouldn't it be a problem if they come in and we are in different rooms?"

"I won't force you to stay with me". He said firmly, "And they will not be entering our bedrooms. Even if they come in, sometimes, they stay in open areas only. They know I don't like people in my space".

"Yet you are here in my bed. Aren't you breaking that rule?"

"I broke far too many rules since I met you".

She finds a look in his eyes that she didn't want to name yet. She can't name it.

She nodded, "Did you find your name? I want to sleep. I have work tomorrow".

His frown deepened, "You are not working when you almost died".

She gives a blank look, "Your mother spoke to my manager to delay my work. Since, I delayed it, I need to go back as soon as I can".

"Doesn't matter. You need rest. I will speak to whoever you are going to shoot for. I am sure they can wait a little longer".

"No".

"No? I didn't realize I was asking you".

"And I didn't realize that you think I need your permission". She snatch her hand away and he tried to reach it but she moves back, "I will go to work tomorrow".

He narrows his eyes, "Fine. You will have double the security. You need to inform them of every step and keep me posted in case you feel sick, scared, or simply need me. I will come for you, Aaira".

She nodded, "I want to sleep now".

"So do I". He said wrapping his arms around her like it was the most natural thing to do as he added, "You need to take care of yourself. You stress me out too much".

"I didn't ask you to stress about me".

"That's the whole point".

She didn't say anything as she continues to hear his breathing and match it. Soon, she fell asleep with her back to his chest and his hands tightly wrapped around her.

The next day, all she felt was tired. She had been awake since five in the morning and on the run. She applied for all the medicine and didn't even get a chance to eat before she was flying out first class. She arrived after three hours and was directed to the site. It's been almost 10 hours since she left her house. She had a few calls and messages yet no chance to look at them.

The day was a little shaken up because of the events she went through in a few days. However, this deal was big something that will increase the awareness of her modeling career to the next level. She managed to score this deal with a lot of patience because the person was just in trouble.

She closes her eyes for a second as she was getting ready for the bridal photoshoot. There were two different concepts she worked on. The first was easy since it was just a fall concept. The bridal is what takes most of her time.

"If it isn't a bride".

She groaned when she heard her voice forcing her to open her eyes.

"What? They got tired of you in a day?" Mahira laughed and she had an urge to smash her face

She will always dislike Mahira.