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I was sitting in my office, my head resting heavily against the back of my chair. Exhaustion weighed me down like a lead blanket. Today had been particularly grueling; six surgeries in a row left me feeling dizzy and weak. Being a doctor certainly isn't easy. Finally, after a grueling 24-hour shift, I was free.

I was on the verge of closing my eyes, too drained to even consider the drive home, when I heard the door creak open. My eyes snapped open, fearing another patient needing immediate attention. But to my relief, it was Rohan, my dear husband, who stepped in, his presence a welcome sight. I smiled at him, and he returned the gesture.

"Chalein?" he asked, extending his hand towards me.

I took his hand, feeling a rush of warmth and comfort. We headed towards the car, and I gratefully sank into the passenger seat. As Rohan started the engine, I turned to him, my mind immediately going to Zarar Bhai.

"Zarar Bhai ka kuch pata chala?" I asked, unable to keep the worry from my voice.

Rohan shook his head, his expression somber. "Nahi," he replied simply.

I sighed, feeling a pang of anxiety. "Hmm... Bhabhi kaisi hain?" I inquired about Lail Bhabhi, whom I hadn't seen in the past 24 hours due to my shift. Rohan had insisted she stay with us, given that she was in her eighth month of pregnancy with twins. After much persuasion, she had finally agreed. While I was thrilled at the prospect of becoming a Phopho, the joy was marred by Zarar Bhai's absence.

Rohan dropped me off at our house and headed to work. I made my way directly to Bhabhi's room. As I entered, I found her gazing at a sketch that Zarar Bhai had gifted her. Her eyes were glazed with unshed tears. I sighed deeply, my heart aching for her. Moving closer, I wrapped my arms around her in a comforting embrace.

Lail Bhabhi broke down, sobbing uncontrollably in my arms. I had never seen her cry like this before.

"Bhabhi, agar aap itna royein gi to Zarar Bhai khafa ho jayenge. Unhone aapko mana kiya tha rone se," I reminded her gently.

"Wo khudi to mujhe khafa kar gaya, phir mai kyun uski baat mano?" she replied, her voice thick with sorrow.

"Acha, aap zyada na royein. Aapki tabiyat kharab ho jayegi," I consoled her, rubbing her back soothingly.

After a few minutes, she calmed down, and we headed to our respective rooms. I collapsed onto my bed, sighing heavily. I usually slept with Bhabhi to keep her company and ensure she wasn't alone.

Life felt like a whirlwind of chaos and emotions. Ah Bhai! If only you were here to see how much Bhabhi misses you. She may have never confessed it, but she loves you deeply. Please come back, Bhai! For your unborn children and your wife!

I thought to myself as I got up and made my way to the bathroom, my steps heavy with fatigue. The hot shower was a small relief, the steam soothing my aching muscles. As I stood under the spray, my mind wandered to happier times, memories of our family together, and the laughter that once filled our home.

Emerging from the shower, I dressed in comfortable pajamas and went to check on Bhabhi once more. She was asleep, clutching the sketch of Zarar Bhai to her chest. I brushed a strand of hair from her face and whispered, "Sab theek ho jayega, Bhabhi. Bhai zaroor wapas ayenge."

Back in my room, I lay down, staring at the ceiling. The silence was deafening, the weight of worry pressing down on me. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through pictures of Zarar Bhai and Lail Bhabhi, their smiles a stark contrast to the present reality.
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Morning light filtered through the curtains, and I awoke to the sound of my alarm. It was time to check on Bhabhi again. I found her in the kitchen, attempting to make breakfast.

"Bhabhi, aap kyun itni takleef utha rahi hain? Main bana deti hoon," I said, taking the spatula from her hand. And She just rolled her eyes at me playfully

"Bhabhi , apko araam ki zaroorat hai.  Ab to mai extra khayal rakhogi" I insisted, guiding her to a chair. She smiled weakly, her eyes still puffy from crying.

As I prepared breakfast, my thoughts kept returning to Zarar Bhai. Where was he? Was he safe? The uncertainty was torturous. I prayed silently for his safe return.

Later that day, Rohan called to check in. "Khadijah, sab theek hai na ghar pe?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Haan, sab theek hai. Bhabhi ko thoda rest karwa rahi hoon. Tumhara din kaisa ja raha hai?" I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Theek hai. Ap apna aur Lail ka khayal rakhna," he said before hanging up.

I sighed, the familiar weight of worry settling back in. I knew Rohan was just as concerned about Zarar Bhai as I was, but he tried to stay strong for my sake.
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As night fell, I found myself unable to sleep. I made my way to the living room, where I found Bhabhi sitting in the dim light, her hand resting on her swollen belly.

"Kuch sunayi diya?" I asked softly, sitting beside her.

"Haan, lagta hai babies bhi apne baba ko miss kar rahe hain," she replied, a sad smile on her lips.

We sat in silence for a while, each lost in our thoughts. The bond between us had grown stronger in these difficult times, a testament to the strength of family.

The next morning, I decided to visit the hospital for a quick check-up and to gather some updates on Zarar Bhai's situation. As I entered the hospital, the familiar scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils, a reminder of my duties as a doctor.

"Khadijah, tum yahan? Aaj to tumhari chutti thi," Dr. Ahmed, my colleague, said as he saw me.

"Haan, bas kuch kaam tha," I replied, giving him a tired smile.

After finishing my errands, I headed back home, hoping for some news about Zarar Bhai. As I walked in, I saw Bhabhi and Rohan in deep conversation. The worry lines on Rohan's face were more pronounced.

"Kuch pata chala?" I asked, my heart pounding.

Rohan shook his head. "Nahi, abhi tak kuch nahi."

Despair threatened to overwhelm me, but I knew I had to stay strong for Bhabhi. "Sab theek ho jayega," I said, more to myself than to anyone else.
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Days turned into weeks, and the uncertainty continued to gnaw at us. Each day was a battle against the fear of the unknown, but we held on, hoping and praying for Zarar Bhai's safe return.
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I sighed, sitting on the bed, my eyes swollen from crying. The room was dimly lit, a soft glow from the bedside lamp casting shadows on the walls. It was the eighth month of my pregnancy, and Zarar was still not here. The room felt emptier without him, the silence more deafening with every passing day. The crib in the corner, the baby clothes neatly folded in the dresser, all seemed to mock my loneliness.

For the first two months, he used to call me every day, his voice a lifeline keeping me connected to him. His reassurances that he would be back soon, that everything would be okay, were what kept me going. But for the last three months, there had been no response. The phone calls stopped abruptly, and my heart ached with the uncertainty of his whereabouts. Every night before sleeping, I held on to a glimmer of hope that when I opened my eyes, Zarar would be there beside me, his presence a balm to my aching soul. But that never happened.

Life can take big U-turns, and mine had spun out of control. The man who had been my rock, my constant, was now a ghost I yearned for.

"Zarar, please wapis ajao," I muttered, my voice barely a whisper, a plea lost in the vast emptiness of the room. My hand rested on my swollen belly, feeling the gentle movements of our twins. "Tumhare bina sab kuch adhura lagta hai," I said to the silent walls, wishing they could somehow carry my words to him.

Khadijah entered my room, carrying a tray with a teapot and two cups. She smiled warmly, though I could see the strain behind her eyes. She was trying so hard to be strong for me, and I was grateful. Rohan and Khadijah had been taking care of me, their concern a constant reminder that I wasn't alone, even if it felt like it sometimes. The way they fussed over me, ensuring I had everything I needed, was heartwarming, yet it underscored the absence of the one person I truly wanted by my side.

"Kaisi tabiyat hai ab apki?" Khadijah asked, setting the tray down on the bedside table.

"Theek ho," I said, forcing a smile. The words felt hollow, a facade I was trying to maintain for her sake. My heartache was a constant, throbbing pain, one that I tried to mask with a brave face.

Khadijah poured the tea, the fragrant steam rising between us. The aroma was comforting, a small respite in the turmoil of my thoughts. I watched her, her movements graceful and practiced, yet there was an undercurrent of worry in her every gesture. She had always been the strong one, but I could see the cracks in her armor, the way her hands trembled slightly as she handed me the cup.

"Ye lo chai, apko acha lagega," Khadijah said, handing me a cup. I took it, the warmth seeping into my cold hands. I brought the cup to my lips, inhaling the soothing scent before taking a sip. The tea was hot and sweet, a small comfort in the storm of my emotions.

But then a question raced through my mind: I was a girl who would never smile, never cry, and knew how to control my emotions. Why couldn't I control them now? Maybe Zarar's presence had changed me, or perhaps he had spoiled me with his love and care. His absence had created a void, one that I struggled to fill.

"Mujhe lagta hai Zarar ne mujhe bigar diya hai," I confessed to Khadijah, my voice barely above a whisper. "Uski waja se main apne jazbaat ko nahi sambhal pa rahi."

Khadijah's eyes softened, and she reached out to squeeze my hand. "Yeh sab normal hai, Bhabhi. Ap expect kar rahi hai, aur aise waqt mei emotions zyada hotay hain," she said gently.

I nodded, knowing she was right, but it didn't make the pain any less. The weight of carrying twins was already overwhelming, and the emotional strain added to it made everything harder. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my belly.

"Ah!" I yelped, the cup slipping from my grasp and shattering on the floor.

"Kya hua?" Khadijah's eyes widened with panic as she rushed to my side.

"Pain... bohot dard ho raha hai," I managed to gasp, clutching my stomach.

Understanding dawned on Khadijah's face, and she immediately turned to run outside, her voice ringing out in the hallway as she called for Rohan. The urgency in her voice mirrored the fear in my heart, the reality of the moment crashing down on me with brutal force.

The pain intensified, each wave more crippling than the last. I tried to breathe through it, my hands gripping the bedsheet. Memories of Zarar flooded my mind, his reassuring smile, his comforting embrace. I needed him now more than ever, but he was nowhere to be found. His absence was a gaping wound, one that threatened to consume me.

Khadijah returned, her face pale but determined. "Rohan aa raha hai, sab theek ho jayega," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor I could hear beneath. She held my hand, her grip firm and reassuring, but the fear in her eyes mirrored my own.

"Zarar..." I whispered, my vision blurring with tears. "Mujhe Zarar chahiye."

Khadijah squeezed my hand, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Woh bhi jaldi aa jayege, bas thoda sa sabar kare," she said, her voice breaking slightly.

The minutes stretched into an eternity, the pain consuming my every thought. But amidst the agony, there was a glimmer of hope, a belief that somehow, everything would be alright. And as Khadijah held my hand, her presence a lifeline in the storm, I clung to that hope with all my might.
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I was working on a mission in my office, my thoughts wandering back home. The weight of the assignments and responsibilities felt like a burden, but my mind kept drifting to my family. It's true that I am falling more deeply for Khadijah every day. Her laughter, her touch, everything about her consumed my thoughts.

Wallahi, Mister Lovebird, stop it! I scolded myself, trying to refocus on the files in front of me.

I thought about Lail. I hope she gets better soon. If Zarar comes in front of me, I am going to kill him for real. Like, how dare he hurt my Sisto?

Suddenly, the door to my office burst open. I looked up, ready to be furious. "WHY CAN'T YOU KNOCK, MISTER WHOEVER?!"

But I was astonished to see a familiar figure standing there with a smile plastered across his face. It was someone I hadn't seen in a while, looking as relaxed as ever.

"Kaise ho, Major!" His deep, resonant voice echoed in the room, pulling me out of my trance.

I jumped off my seat and ran towards him as quickly as I could, grabbing him by the shoulders. PUNCH Yeah, that's what we do, "OUR FRIEND LANGUAGE!!!"

"Kamine! Kaha se tapke ho?" I said, getting up, and he chuckled, rubbing his arm where I'd punched him.

"Ye to mujhe bhi nahi pata!" He replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Haa! Tu to khud aaram se maaze le raha tha, bas hum hi tere yaad mein mare ja rahe the!" I said, huffing, pretending to be annoyed.

"Khadijah kaisi hai?" He asked, sitting on one of the couches, his concern evident.

"Apni behen ki to bari fikr hai, zara meri behn ke baare mein bhi to socho, andaza bhi hai tumhe ke wo kitna roti hai." I said, my tone serious now. His face grew tense.

"To chalo ye bhi bata do ke wo kaisi hai?!" He replied, his voice filled with anxiety. I knew he was very stressed.

"Pehle jaise nahi hai! Ab uski aankhein hamesha suji hui hoti hai!" I answered sadly, and he nodded, his expression becoming more somber.

"Mujhe to lagta tha ke tu tab ayega jab Chono Muni ayegi!" I said, trying to lighten the mood with a chuckle.

"Wo sab to theek hai lekin tum ye socho ke jab DJ aur Lail ko pata chalega ke tum jante the ke mai kaha ho aur hum in contact bhi the, phir tera kya haal hoga!" He retorted, raising an eyebrow at me. I looked at him, feeling a mix of guilt and sadness.

"Ghar kab aoge?" I asked him, hoping to change the subject.

"In Sha Allah jald. Khair, mera kuch kaam hai, wo karta hoon aur phir baad mein baat karenge!" He answered, getting up to leave.

At the same time, I received a call from Khadijah. Her voice was filled with panic. She said that Lail was not feeling well and needed to be taken to the hospital immediately. The man in the room heard the conversation. His face turned pale, but he composed himself and left to complete his work. I knew that even if he was at work, he couldn't bear to see Lail in pain.

I rushed towards my car, my heart pounding with anxiety. The drive to my house felt like an eternity. Thoughts raced through my mind – Lail's pale face, her fragile condition, the babies she was carrying. She was pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl, and I couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to them.

When I reached home, I found Khadijah pacing in the living room. Her face was etched with worry, her hands wringing nervously. "Rohan, Lail ki tabiyat kharab hai. She needs to go to the hospital right now!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling.

"Chalo, jaldi!" I urged, taking her hand. We hurried to Lail's room. She was lying on the bed, her face contorted in pain, clutching her stomach.

"Rohan, mujhe bohot dard ho raha hai," she whispered, her voice weak and filled with agony.

"Bas kuch der aur, Lail. Hospital pohanchne wale hain," I reassured her, lifting her carefully. We helped her into the car, making sure she was as comfortable as possible. Her face was pale, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. The drive to the hospital was nerve-wracking. I drove as fast as I could while being careful not to jostle her.

We arrived at the hospital, and the doctors immediately took Lail in. Khadijah and I waited outside the emergency room, the tension palpable. The sterile smell of the hospital, the beeping of machines, and the hurried footsteps of nurses added to the anxiety.

Khadijah squeezed my hand, her eyes filled with tears. "Rohan, tumhe lagta hai sab theek ho jayega?"

"In Sha Allah, Khadijah. Doctors sab sambhal lenge," I tried to comfort her, but my own heart was pounding. The minutes felt like hours. I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me.

"In the midst of chaos, love finds its way through the shadows, binding hearts with unbreakable threads of hope and strength."
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