"I'd even find you among a crowd of hundred people."
"𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑠 𝑘𝑎ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑘𝑦! Crowd of hundred people, 𝑡𝑢𝑚 value 𝑏𝑎𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑘𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑦𝑒 million 𝑏ℎ𝑖 𝑘𝑒ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑦."
Judgement is a discourse of narrow foresight. Which has yet...
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Her heart screamed in despair as she dialled his number again. Every ring, every second, every breath felt torturous. When the call wasn't answered, she felt the world around her vanishing into nothingness.
Getting a hold of her last bits of sanity and senses, she dialled Hunain's number with shaky hands and teary eyes. Gratefully, he answered right away and Gule cried out to him to check up on Shaheer.
Hunain and the team were already on their way to the site. He calmed her down and told her to wait till he calls back. Her throat felt dry and the outside world suddenly seemed darker, scarier.
She went inside, walking to the main entrance to leave the house. He was in another city on the other side of the county. She'd have to book a flight. She couldn't do anything other than wait for his call.
Gule paced in the living room, chanting prayers for his safety and well-being in her heart. She was running out of patience. Time had stopped for her the moment she'd heard the cracking sound of- No.
The uncertainty was killing her. Why did he have to go so far away? She wished she could just fly over to him. Her phone finally rung breaking her out of the misery. With her breath stuck in her lungs and hands trembling, she received the call.
"He's shot. We're rushing him to the hospital."
Her ears throbbed, heart dropped, mind numbed upon understanding the words she had just heard. She collapsed onto the floor of the living room with tears forming in her eyes.
"Bhabhi, get a hold of yourself!" Hunain tried to calm her down from the other end of the line. "The bullet hit his arm, he is fine."
He was shot, how could he be fine?! The words felt like false consolation and Gule refused to believe him. She burst out in tears, sniffing like a child. She shouldn't have let him go.
"I'm..fine, Gulunu." Gule's relief stung her back to reality when she heard his low voice. Her tensed chest relaxed. He was conscious. He just talked to her. They were taking him to the nearest hospital.
She still couldn't feel at ease without seeing him so she booked the first available flight, which was early in the morning.
Luckily, the bullet had only grazed Shaheer's upper arm, tearing through muscle tissue, not any major artery or bone. It was a clean wound and the injury was stitched up. He could fully recover with proper rest and care for a few weeks and there was no permanent damage to worry about.
Coincidentally, Radwa was appointed in the same hospital for her house job after completing her five-year degree. They'd gone berserk when she'd gotten the news of being appointed so far away, but everything, indeed, happens for a reason.
