Alhamdulillah for everything.

Meaning of the quotes in picture☝️:

Love had happened on the same day,

The day when you recited ayatul-kursi in your sleepy voice on the call...

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Abu daud's POV :-

Hot, fresh, smooth, hitting nerves that's what I all wanted and I am having it now. Closing my eyes, resting my nape on the marble bathtub...

"Shahnoor Sharif khan." I smirk on the beautiful name of my beloved disturbance and interest nowadays.

Thinking of that beautiful dark yet bright green eyes who were staring back at me as I hold her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the soft warmth of her body yet I don't know anything perfectly about her Damn figure! That stupid moiz brought her photo that too half zoomed one which only shows her bright beautiful angelic face. Damn! again I can't fully have this desirable dream.

No! No! No!

I need to see her fully, standing in front of me as I cage her small petite figure between my large beast one. How would it must felt?

I laughed at such mere thought, of course it will be really good.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

I glanced over my phone which is kept on the small stool which is attached to the bathtub.

"Hello." I said answering the damn call which disturbed my sweet hot dream of her.

"Lala, moiz here." He said.

"I know I know, you were the only one who always have guts to disturb me in my privacy whether it's in real or dream." I said with gritted teeth.

"I am sorry lala." He said in apologetic tone.

"Whatever, now say why did you called?" I asked getting irritated.

"Lala I got her all information, if you like to know it on call..." He asked trailing for my answer.

"No, bring the file in my room." I said.

"Okay lala, I'll be there." He said, I hangup without greetings, nothing new though.

Some good ten minutes later I came out of the bathroom, just than a someone knocked on my door.

"Come in." I said as I wore my white shirt.

"Lala, here is the file that contains her info." He said as I look at him than the file.

I walked towards him and took the brown leather zip file. I unzipped it, that's when a photo fall down slipping on my shoes. Moiz took it and gave it to me. I look at the picture and if I not getting wrong did my rocked bottom heart skip its damn beat?! God's she is looking Damn so curse full to me. With white silky gown sticking to her figure, Damn lucky cloth! Her beautiful black long hair are in big curls as she is smiling towards the camera with her nude luscious lips and smoky eyes.

I licked my bottom lip with my tongue, she is such a turn on.

"Lala, if you don't mind I wanna say something?" Moiz said.

I look at him, raising my one eyebrow, I nodded.

"Lala, I know what kind of thoughts you are having regarding to her but all I want to say is that she is really young and..it isn't right for you to think about he...I am sorry lala." Moiz continued on saying until I gave him the deathly glare.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and opened them again.

"Moiz..You don't have to advice me on anything okay, you only need to do what I want you to and I don't give a f*cking damn if she is young or not. All she has to do is to be mine.You got it?" I asked with a deathly smirk.

"J-ji lala." He said while bowing and left.

I sat on my bed and looked through the file.

Oh, so she is an Indian too. We are related, isn't it? I laughed at such thought.

"You are 17 years old but with that womanly figure you can put any man

On his knees sweetheart..Hahah." I murmured while looking at her picture at the same time.

'You dare to skip my heart's beat, consequences must be seen.' I thought.

Shahnoor's POV :-

I don't know why but today I am not feeling well? I feel like vomiting and nauseous. Allah please help me, I did ablution and started praying my isha salah. After completing my isha salah, I started feeling suffocation so I thought to take a walk. I went out of my room and started walking downstairs when something happened in my heart. Yes, it something that is strange. Ya Allah, what's happening? I step on another staircase than my left arm started feeling numb. I started rubbing my left arm with my right one still standing on the same stairs. Slowly and steadily the numbness rush towards my heart and I felt like the beating of my heart is getting slower by the seconds.

I quickly sat down on the stair, my breathing labored, sweats covered my forehead and nape. My vision started getting blurry. Allah, what's happening to me?

I saw someone coming towards me,they were saying something and also shaking me but I can't hear anything or can't feel any touch.

"Allahh.." I whispered as I saw everything blank before me.

. . . . . . . .

"Shahnoor wake up, wake up meri bacchi (My daughter)." I heard ammi's voice, I half opened my eyes.

My eyes felt heavy, So I close them again.

"Shahnoor beta what happened to you?" I heard rehmat aunty's voice this time.

But still my eyes aren't getting light, it feels like heavy rocks have been putted on my eyes.

"I'll call Farah." I heard aunty saying.

"Ya Allah, this girl is not answering. Where is she being so busy?" I heard aunty saying again.

"Why isn't she answering?" I heard ammi asking as I felt her hand stroking my head.

"Its says that she is busy on another call." Aunty said.

Aunty no need to make her worry about me, Please let her be happy. I wanted to say this words but my body is being numb so is my mouth.

"I'll call Shahzaib, maybe he is with her." Aunty said.

"He isn't picking up as well." Aunty said.

I heard the clicking of door.

"Doctor, is my daughter all right?" Ammi asked.

"Getting faint can be because of tiredness or stress but we found that her heart beats aren't working normally So we had done a Sonography, unfortunately she is facing a defect in her heart." I heard an unknown voice of a female, a doctor.

"what kind of defect?" I heard Baba's voice.

"Atrial septal defect shortly called ASD in scientific world where as you can say A hole in the wall between the two chambers of her heart." She said.

What does she said?! A hole! In my heart? How!? I was alright until yesterday.

"Wh-what? A a hhole?" Ammi said in her tensed voice.

"How can it be possible?" I heard Uncle zuber asked.

"Well it is really small during birth so it can be hidden at that time and had no effects, but if it becomes large it can show its side-effects. It can become large as in for adulthood or it can be because of the environment. Tension, depression or any kind of stress leads it to increase." She said.

"B-but my daughter, will she be okay?" Ammi asked, I can hear her sobs.

"Can't promise, it's looks like you have ignored it for a long time that's why it increased. It can defect her heart and lungs fully. She will now feel the swelling of legs, fatigue, heart palpitation, swelling of feet or abdomen, and maybe stroke." She continued her information.

"ALLAH!" I heard ammi almost screaming than her voice mumbled.

"Its okay rukhsar, there's always cure to every disease." I heard aunty saying.

"You are right mrs.khan, there's always a cure but before that she have to attend her regular therapies which will take time than we will perform a surgery so that we can make the work of heart properly." She said.

"I know it's really not good to hear such news but Allah will take care of everything. Than I'll take my leave." She continued.

"Wait doctor, when can we take her home?" I heard zuber uncle's voice.

"Tomorrow in afternoon." She said.

"Doctor we are leaving for another country next week, is it okay for her to travel?" uncle asked.

"Its okay, but you have be careful no need of giving any kind of stress to her. She needs to eat healthy food and continue her therapy their. I'll make her reports and give the medicines for now." She said, than I heard the door's voice again.

"Meri bacchi (My daughter)." I heard ammi crying as she kissed on my forehead.

A tear rolled down my eyes, I am being so helpless right now. But Allah always tests those who he loves truly, so I'll take this disease as a honor. Alhamdulillah for everything.

"I need to tell farah about this." Aunty said.

"Shahnoor open your eyes." I heard ammi saying.

I am sorry ammi, I am trying but I feel comfortable like this.

"Hello, hello Shahzaib." I heard aunty's voice.

"Shahzaib I called farah but she isn't answering. No everything is alright but just..." Aunty trailed off her sentence.

Ya Allah, aunty don't make them worry about me. I tried to open my eyes and this time I succeeded. Ammi look at me as her eyes widen. My eyes are half open and blurry because of the tears.

"She woke up, Sharifji she woke up." Ammi said to baba.

I look at baba, who is crying as well but is trying to hide his tears.

"You'll be alright beta. The doctor said that you fainted because you work too much." Baba lied to me, I nodded slowly trying to smile for them.

I don't like it when my parents cry especially when the reason is me.

"Shahzaib wants to talk to her." Aunty said as she hold the phone.

"Did you tell him everything?" Uncle asked aunty.

"Yes, what would I do?" Aunty asked.

"Shahnoor, Shahzaib wants to talk to you." Aunty said looking at me as she placed the phone near my ear.

"Shahzaib now say." Aunty said.

"Assalamu alaikum baccha." I heard Shahzaib bhai's voice deep, rough and velvety.

"hmm.." I tried to say something but can't get enough energy to do so.

"Baccha, what happened to you? What are you taking so much stress of? Is it because of money? If it is than don't worry I am here for you and I'll provide everything to you. You are listening to me, right?" He asked in his gentle tone, so concerned and soft.

Tears well up in my eyes, I nodded as if he were in front of me.

But the thing is that I don't want anything from my sister's husband, it's not like we own something from him. I don't want to disturb anyone's life just because of us, Inshallah Allah is sufficient for us.

"Baccha, everything will be alright. I am booking your tickets, come back and we will treat you with the bestest doctor. Hmm?" He asked.

"hmm.." I again hummed in response.

"Now let me recite ayatul-kursi for you, listen it carefully, it'll make your heart at ease. Okay?" He said and I hummed in response.

He started reciting first durood-sharif,

"O Allah, let Your Blessings come upon Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) and the family of Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him), as you have blessed Ibrahim and his family. Truly, You are Praiseworthy and Glorious. Allah, bless Muhammad and the family of Muhammad, as you have blessed Ibrahim and his family. Truly, You are Praiseworthy and Glorious." He recited it three times.

Than he started reciting ayatul-kursi,

"" He recited for seven times in soft voice like a professional without any mistake.

He again recited durood-sharif for three times and honestly my heart is beating more than ever, the rhythm of my heart is visible with the durood and ayat to my ears. His each words are circulating the blood in me like a river, my stomach twitched at the sound of his soft blow through phone.

"Ya Allah, I start with the name of yours the most merciful, the most gracious and compassionate. To you is belong everything, you loved us unconditionally and provide us unconditionally, there is no one more powerful on the heaven or earth other than you, so please my lord I ask you forgiveness as for this child shahnoor, please cure her disease for the sake of yours, her parents, her brother, her sister and most importantly for the sake of muhammad mustafa sallalahu alaihi wa sallam. I ask you for her healing and cure of her heart as you are the one who knows what is before us and what is after, Ameen." He said.

'Summah Ameen.' I thought.

"Baccha, I hope you are feeling well. I'll tell farah about you and will tell her to talk to you. Than take care of yourself. Allah hafiz." He said.

"Sh-shah Shahzaib bbhai, ja-jazakallahu khair.(May Allah reward you)" I said finally, although my breath became a little faster.

"Wa iyyakum (And you as well)." He said.

I nodded my head towards Aunty, signaling her that he had done talking. She took away the phone and went out. Ammi kissed on my forehead, I feel light and fresh as now. A smile crept on my face.

"Why are you smiling?" Ammi asked.

"W-we didn't d-do any-anything wrong wi-with farah, sh-she is lu-lucky to hhave Sha-shahzaib bhai as hher husband." I said and she nodded.

Shahzaib's POV :-

Allah's plans are unpredictable, he had so much mystery in his every move. I hope that he cures my baccha.

"My baccha? Really Shahzaib?" I laughed at the rarest thought.

"Why are you laughing?" Farah asked.

"Nothing, huh farah I need to talk to you." I said, she nodded.

I told her everything about Shahnoor's condition. She clutched her both hands together and started crying. I hold her both hands in mine.

"Hhow can this happen? How can my shahno has such a big disease so suddenly? I am sure there's something mistaken, this can't happen Shahzaib." She said looking at me.

"Don't you trust Allah? He will cure her, don't worry wifey, talk to her and make her feel alive other than continued on talking about her disease." I said and hugged her.

Although she didn't hug me back, that hurts! But it will change Inshallah. I stroke her head as she keep on crying.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Her phone started ringing, she quickly broke the hug and took her phone. She look at me.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"A friend of mine." She said looking down.

"Aren't you going to answer?" I asked, she nodded and walked away with her phone.

I stood up and went in the salah room. I did my ablution and started praying tahajjud. After I completed my salah, I raised my hand and started making duaa.

"My lord, I send durood and salam on your beloved prophet Mohammed mustafa sallalahu alaihi wa sallam. My lord, you are the best of all and I know that I am a monster who never did anything right, I am sinner but you have unconditional mercy so please forgive me and accept my duaa. Please cure my sister-in-law shahnoor, I don't know what it is between her and me that always makes us more closer than ever. All I want is you to cure her disease, make her alive and happy and ya Allah please make my wife fall for me for the way I am. I won't or can't force her for anything as Mohammad (SAW) said to respect woman for she is your dignity and pride. So ya rab, help me to control my nafs and the beast inside me. I trust you for everything, Ameen." I completely my pray and did sujood two times.

I came in my room to find her asleep already. This is what she is doing from last 9 days, sleeps before, never waits for me for dinner or breakfast, never talks to me too much and what not. I hope everything will be fine soon.

I laid down next to her, I am tired as I had lot of work to take care of. I recited the duaa before sleep and soon a beautiful sleep took over me. But not for long,

I saw a dark place where there is a white light flashing rapidly, I placed my hand in front of my face.

"Ahhh!" I heard a female's voice screaming.

Sweats started covering my forehead,

"SHAHZAIB! AAHH! SHAAHZAIB!" I again heard the same voice, it took my name this time.

I look down to find blood all over the floor,

I started following the source of voice.

than I saw a brown wooden door. I quickly open it to find a figure Of a woman as she was in sujood and a small baby is clinging on her but she isn't moving. The baby is crying.

My eyes shivered at the scene, I walk towards her. I couldn't make out her face.

"Who are you?" I asked.

But she didn't reply instead I heard the sound of baby crying, I took the baby in my arms. She wrapped her tiny arms around my neck, the baby's hand is covered with lots of blood.

"Shhh..shh...I am here. Don't cry." I said to the baby as I swing her slowly in my arms.

I look down to find blood pooling and coming towards my foot.

"Shahzai-"