Opening my heavy eyelids I found myself on a small bed, some of the machines were beeping making annoying sounds and then there was a face in front of me... Doctor!

He made me sit and then started giving me some medicines and precautions, like things that what should I eat.

I will not be doing any workout and all the other things but wait why the hell I'm here?

"Why I'm here doctor? who brought me here?"

I asked him dumbfounded about the situation when he replied

"Your wife Mr. Asif" he replied

"Amaya" was the only word which left my mouth and the door slowly open revealing Amyra from behind...

she smile seeing me conscious but I didn't know how I could? My wife is nowhere to be found how I could smile then?...

Soon the doctor came by her side calling her by my wife's name Amaya found myself confused but didn't ask anything from her and then she answered my entire unasked question.

After coming out from the morgue Room I black out and the doctors were not treating me until she was someone related to me, so she make them fooled by using Amaya's name and got me treated here and now I'm conscious after the whole 3 days she told me and I believed her

Soon we were at my home and I came out of the car which Amyra was driving, inserting the key in the front gate I opened the gate and we both came in and before any media would destroy my privacy...

After that thing Amyra made me eat dinner which she just made for me trust me the dinner was all unhealthy coz the doctor strictly say me not to diet.... Because I am week and blah blah shooting to iske abba ne karni hai jaise phir (as in hs father will do the shooting) after the dinner I made my way to my room making my eyes wet seeing the photos hanging on the front wall

Anaya meri bachi... Amaya... meri...meri biwi

(Anaya my daughter...Amaya...my...my wife)

"Hussain jab bhi tum pareshan ho Allah kay qareeb hojana who tmhari madad karengay"

(Hussain whenever you are tensed be close to God he will help you)

Once mama said this to me....

In sub mai Allah ko to bhul he gaya mai...apne parwardigar se to mangna he bhool gaya mai madad...

(I forgot my Lord in all these, I forgot to ask for help to him)

Quickly opening the prayer matt and making wazzu I offered namaz-e-esha and I cried...cried to have my loving family back....after that I moved to my empty bed and don't know when sleep took over me remembering about the last event happened to me...

It's been 2 whole weeks and still I heard nothing from amaya that was all I was thinking sitting on my couch when I got a message making me angry.

packing some of my clothes I quickly got out of the house in my car seeing Amyra calling my name from back...

knowing the situation she would be in I called her and after the hello I just said what I was doing

"Amyra me Houston jaraha hoon 2 3 din mai ajaounga meri fikar mat karna bye...."

(Amyra I am going to Houston iwill be back in 2, 3 days don't worry about me, bye)

Opening the gate of my car I found all the media running towards me and soon they all covered me in a circle and bombarded me with their questions..... side effect for not having any bodyguard till now.

Keeping a smile on my face I saw here and there for the flashes and they asked all what was happening in my life from few months...

Mr.Hussain what was Amaya doing with sidharth?

Are you and Amaya now separated?

Why you haven't go to the premier of your film?

"I....a...."

I tried to speak but they won't let me speak for a second they just kept bombing me with the questions well personally I don't like this media crap but I choose this field so I have to accept everything.

"Silence"

I shouted making an angry face and then with a smile I replied

"ek ek kar k bolo yaar"

(ask one by one friends)

They all laughed at my behavior.... Well that's how the actor does right? And then after each and every minute questions came to me

"Where is Amaya?"

"Well frankly there is nothing to do with my wife so please ask me questions about my work.... "

I replied smartly to them and then the main questions came

"Why you didn't go to your film primer?" one of the media man asked

"Because my producer and director have put me on a tight *tagri wali* diet so I was unconscious for these 3 days and haven't gone" Well this was half truth

"mr Hussain do you..."

I kept the next question pending saying them to answer any other time and walked to the ticket counter slowly... Slowly why? I must run fast that's what's the question in your head right?

Well,

Pankhon ko kon bhoole ga

(how can I forget my fans)

Yeah I was slowly going to the ticket counter while giving autographs and taking selfies with the fans.

Well how late you are, or how sad they don't care if they see you in public... yes talking about the fans but anyway I love them.... they are the one who make us fall down from cloud 9 or to make us walk to the moon...

And finally I reach to the ticket counter...

asking about the Houston flight. She informed me about the next flight of Houston and the check-in is already started...

The person then asked me about my visa and I showed him my green card... yeah perks of being an American and holding a property here....

I don't have to walk here and there for my visa...Taking my tickets from the man I moved in and after the check-in procedure the air hostess show me my personal cabin... where no one will be able to disturb me... Finally

Finally after changing two connecting flights I put my feet to my own land....where I have spend my hardworking and happy years....

Grabbing a taxi from the taxi stand I told him my address and after exactly half an hour I was at the front gate of my house after ages....

Yeah... I think it was ages but the truth is i was just far away from them for little just 3 years...Before entering I moved my gaze here and then just to memorize the view once again seeing if it's all the same or a little change when my eyes got fixed at a place...

She was here...

Yes she was....

(who is this she?... who is he talking about?)

*lots of*

3ΖMU