𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈
In the idyllic setting of paradise, a marriage unfolds. Deep love exists between them, yet their careers hold the highest priority in their hearts.They remain steadfastly committed to each other, e...
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KINDLY VOTE AND COMMENT,IT MOTIVATES ME TO WRITE
Kuch pal to thehar jaao na Ya phir laut ke aao na Yoon kehte nahi alvida Mud jaao idhar aao na
Tumhe dhoondein meri aankhen Tumhe khoje meri baahein
Tum bin jiya jaaye kaise Kaise jiya jaaye tum bin
PS- NO PROOF READING.
AUTHOR'S POV
HYDERABAD, PAKISTAN
Amidst the chaos and pandemonium, Murtasim is rushed to the nearest hospital with the assistance of the jail authorities. Meerab trails behind in a daze, her mind reeling from the sudden turn of events.
Just moments earlier, they are locked in an embrace, tears streaming down their faces as they revel in their reunion. Their hearts soar with a newfound hope and the promise of a future together. The very next moment, his unconscious body falls onto hers.
Meerab stumbled after the stretcher, her legs feeling like lead. She watched in horror as Murtasim was wheeled into the emergency room, his fate hanging precariously in the balance.
As the heavy doors of the emergency room swing shut behind her, Meerab is left alone in the sterile hallway. The harsh fluorescent lighting casts an unforgiving glow on the cold, white walls, and the antiseptic smell fills her nostrils, a cruel reminder of the fragility of life.
She stumbles forward, her legs weak and trembling, and collapses onto a nearby bench. Her body racks with sobs, she buries her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking violently. The tears flow freely, hot and bitter, as she gives in to the overwhelming grief and fear that has been building inside her.
Panic begins to rise within her like a suffocating tide, threatening to consume her entirely. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one a desperate attempt to quell the rising fear. Her heart pounds in her chest like a drumbeat, a relentless reminder of her impending doom. Her vision blurs, the world around her melting into a swirling vortex of chaos.
She feels dizzy and lightheaded, as if she might faint at any moment. Her legs tremble beneath her, threatening to give way. With trembling hands, she fumbles for her handbag, her fingers shaking as she retrieves her medication. She gulps down the pills without water, their bitter taste a momentary distraction from the turmoil within her.
Slowly, as the medication begins to take effect, her racing thoughts start to slow. Her breath gradually returns to normal, each inhalation and exhalation a small victory. The suffocating grip of panic loosens its hold, allowing her to breathe again.
