Calling the doctor, I was anxiously waiting outside the room, in the main hall. My jaw clenched, distressed affixed on my face.

I couldn’t believe, my Noor-e-Jaan, wasn’t that weak to faint over a heartbreak.

She was a strong woman, who bore a lot then why did it take her consciousness to accept that she… loved me too?

‘Was it ‘that' hard for her?’

Staring into nothingness, I was with Mother and Saira who were frowning. Asad also came, perturbed when a doctor was called at midnight.

“What happened to Bhabi? Is everything alright?” He asked worriedly.

“I don’t know… she just fainted.” I replied, curling my hand in a...