A/N: correct any typos that you may see.

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Never in her life had Ayat ever expected to come home to this. Her legs moved one after another, increasing their speed even more as they took in the sight of a frantic Nuha running beside the stretcher.

"Nuha" she shouted running towards her making the woman catch her breath, her black eyes widened as she took the sight of her in.

"What... What's going on? M... Mah?" She stuttered on her words as her wide eyes stared at her daughter laying on the stretcher.

"Answer me Nuha" she yelled shaking her shoulders making Nuha hold her arms, hold her from crumbling down.

"I don't know. We were just getting ready to sleep when she suddenly collapsed. I'm taking her to the hospital you change and come with her medical history" Nuha's voice wavered and tears filled her eyes as she pushed past her and got in the ambulance as the paramedics attend her.

Ayat lost her balance and stumbled back as her limbs numbed. Ger head started spinning and pain clogged her throat rendering her helpless as no tears left her eyes.

"Ayat" someone whispered holding her from falling to her knees. Taking in a shaky breath she turned to gaze at Zaviyar with red streaked eyes.

"You should change then I'll take you to the hospital. Okay? Come on" he said softly making her nod lifelessly, his eyes softened at her pale expression and shivering form. His own heart pumped out of rhythm as he witnessed the little girl being taken away.

He leaned his head down in his hands feeling helpless as the woman changed in her room. Impatient shuffling resounded in the silent apartment as he looked up to see her dressed in a pair of mom jeans and a jumper with a denim jacket.

"You can go. I'll go there on my own" she said finally finding her voice.

"Bullshit. I'm coming with you" he said making her sigh in defeat as the fight left her.

The whole ride his mind panicked at the thoughts of what could've been wrong. That little girl had become a part of his life, his thoughts and his happiness, he couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her.

"She's going to be alright" he assured making her nod silently as her right hand gripped her left hand to stop it from trembling.

"Mihrimah Sukhera, she's brought in just now" she hastily asked the receptionist and nodded once she gave her directions to the ER.

"Nuha" Ayat panted as her run came to an abrupt halt.

"How is she?" Ayat asked hurriedly looking back her daughter who's eyes were dropping from the medicine in the IV.

"The doctors have run some tests. They said she'll be alright hopefully" Nuha reassured making her nod as she pulled away the curtains to be greeted with her daughter's sleeping form.

"Mihrimah" she mumbled sitting beside her bed and holding her hand.

"What happened exactly? How can she just..." Her words were cut short and her voice quivered making Nuha rub her back.

"I don't know. We had just finished having food and she suddenly started feeling dizzy, the next moment she's throwing up blood. I don't know how it all happened" Nuha cried making Ayat rub her forehead, trying to relieve the headache.

"Bl.... Blood?" Ayat paled at the words as she stared at the girl who looked so much weaker than before.

"Mama?" Mihrimah whispered as sleep slowly took over her.

"I'm here. I'm right here Mah" she whispered back pushing her strands back and planting a kiss at her forehead.

Zaviyar stood at a side silently nodding at Nuha as she looked his way making her return the gesture. He watched as redness spread on Ayat's face from the bridge of her nose to her chin and moisture gathered on her lash line.

He wanted to step forward and comfort her but he knew not to out step his boundary at a moment like this, beside the contact buzzing of his phone made his angry beyond limits.

"What?" He whisper yelled at Haider after answering his call making the man on the other side groan equally annoyed.

"You're asking me what? What the fuck have you done bitch. You're all over the tabloids, who the hell is that woman?" Haider seethed trying to keep his voice down as Maa jaan just slept and he didn't want her knowing that her favourite grandson was on her news with his mouth attached to a woman's.

"What the fuck are you talking about? What news?" Zaviyar asked feeling his heart beat violently.

"The woman you're making out with can't possibly be Ayat" Haider was everything but calm, the sprain in his ankle wasn't even compared to the pain this man was for him.

"Makingou— what the fuck... How did that even….…" His words were bound as he hung up on Haider and checked the articles on his phone. There low and be hold was an image of him and his escort at the wedding, he knew for sure someone had snuck these pictures out since they taken from a very poor angle leaving Ayat hidden but her back was plastered all over the article and the reporting.

Her face wasn't visible but he felt his blood boiling at the sight of their moment being cashed this way. He almost threw his phone across the hallway when he called Haider again.

"We need to get these removed before anyone sees them" he said feeling his heart beat increasing.

"She's.... She's Ayat?" Haider yelled making Zaviyar slap his hand on his face, feeling it heat up under his palm.

"You do what I've said, get rid of those pictures, the situation here is really tensed" he sighed making Haider furrow his eyebrows.

"What happened?" He asked sitting up straight.

"I went home to drop Ayat off only to see Mihrimah being taken away to the hospital. I'm here with her and Nuha, we don't know what happened to her but Nuha said she collapsed" he explained looking back at the two women waiting beside the child for the reports to come.

Haider was at once in his feet, even though it hurt like a bitch he was already fitting his feet in his shoes, all he could think of was what Nuha and Ayat must've been going through.

"How can she just.... I didn't even get the time to realize what was going on" Nuha said near tears making Ayat shake her head and get up to hug her.

"I swear I felt my heart drop when I saw her fall down. She was so happy and giddy but then I look over she's...." Nuha broke down and Ayat didn't know how she was keeping up with herself. She didn't know how she was standing at the moment, her legs were trembling and her heart shuddering at the thought of what could've possibly happened to her.

"Hello. I'm Dr Harold" a man in a white coat introduced himself, coming to a halt infront of then making Ayat stand up at once.

"Hi. I'm Ayat. Her mother" Ayat introduced herself feeling her heart race as Nuha came to stand beside her friend and Zaviyar to stop at the door of their bed.

"So, Ms Ayat, I've gotten the reports and everything seems right in the blood tests but...." He paused looking between the two females.

"I would like to have a word with you,  in my office" he said making her heart stop momentarily.

"Sur... Sure" Ayat forced the words out following the doctor leaving Zaviyar and Nuha behind with Mihrimah she walked out of the ward following the man to his office.

"So Ms Ayat..." Harold started sitting down on his chair as Ayat waited for him to start "your daughter's reports have come out fine but there is one doubt that I have." He said making her nod her head slowly.

"What... What kind of doubt?" She asked feeling as if she would pass put any moment.

"I doubt she might have a tumor in her system for that we're going to conduct some more tests...." the doctor explained the situation to her but her ears numbed "it could be a blood clot or internal bleeding we're just going to make sure of it"

"Do whatever you have to." Ayat found her voice and spoke blankly making the doctor nod and write down the tests handing them to his assistant.

Her knees gave out as soon as she stepped out of the room, her hand found the wall and she leaned against it for support, tears helplessly running down her face as she gasped for air. Her chest ached and her lungs constricted making it hard for her to catch her breath. Ayat let her body fall ok the plastic chairs in the hallway and clutched her head sobbing hysterically.

Taking in a deep breath she pulled herself together.

Nothing's wrong, the doctor said he has a doubt it's not going to be anything serious, nothing that can't be treated it's all okay. Nothing is bad.

Consoling herself Ayat stood up on her trembling legs and dragged herself back to the ward. Her heart almost stopped as she heard Mihrimah crying badly and she found new strength in herself to run over to her bed.

"Get the needle away from me" Mihrimah was struggling for her life as the doctor tried to inject more medicine through her cannula.

"Mama" she was screaming, while shoving herself more into Nuha's embrace. Tears covering her cheeks and horror lacing her shuddering tone.

Nuha rubbed her back and tried her best to console her but the girl was in a the state of hysteria as she screamed in horror of the awaiting needle. Patients in the room watched her keenly, some pitying her situation, some snickering and telling their kids of how a big girl was crying this badly while the others just ignored her.

"Mihrimah" Ayat said approaching her making the girl's caramel glazed eyes turn to her mother. She opened her arms and Ayat at once reached her daughter's awaiting arms.

"I don't want the injection mama please" Mihrimah cried hiding her face in Ayat's stomach as she stood beside her.

"Can you give us a minute?" Ayat asked the doctor making the lady cast an annoyed glance her way and left whilst rolling her eyes.

"Mah. What is all this?" Ayat asked pulling her head back to have a look at her daughter.

"I'll take the medicine not the needle" Mihrimah sobbed making her mother sigh and caress her head softly.

"Something can't be taken in the form of medicines you have to get those injected—" she tried explaining but Mihrimah shook her head violently.

"No. Then I don't want to take those medicines" she protested.

"Mihrimah. It's only going to be this one time you won't have to go through this afterwards" Ayat consoled her sitting beside her and hugging her.

"I don't want it" she mewled in her mother's chest.

"It's not about what you want at the moment Mah. You need it, it's not going to take long and I'll be done before you know it" she whispered in her ear making Mihrimah cease her cries, her throat parched from screaming and her head heavier than before.

"I don't want it" the girl still cried silently feeling her face heat up as the guy on the bed beside hers snickered.

The older boy gazed at the mess of a girl and rolled his green eyes when they met her golden ones. Red streaks and tears glistening in her eyes as they stared at him in anger.

After a moment he looked back and couldn't help but be in awe of her flushed face, her nose red from all the crying that she was doing and her light brown hair a vision of messy ringlets.

Narrowing his eyes Zaviyar raised an eyebrow at the boy who looked away clearing his throat, a sling on his arm and a collar around his neck.

Drawing the curtain Zaviyar turned to the mother and daughter duo finding it hard for himself to look away from the mother that cradled her daughter to her bosom.

"Mihrimah" he said stepping forward as he saw her still shivering even after all the counciling her aunt and mother had done.

Honey brown eyes looked his way and he sighed before sitting on the right end of the bed while Nuha sat on the left one.

"Trust me it's not going to take long if you don't panic. It'll all be good and you won't even feel it going in. You're a strong woman right?" He asked forwarding his hand for her to take and she did hesitantly.

"I don't like needles" she mumbled as her nose started growing even more red and tears formed in her eyes.

"I understand but right now we can either get this done and take you home or stay here in this sad environment. What do you suggest?" He asked scooting closer, his knee brushing against Ayat's leg making them catch each other's gaze before looking away just as quickly.

"But...."

"If she isn't gently I'll make sure to complain about her, and if you feel even the slightest bit of pain you can hold my hand as tightly as you want. Okay? You have your mom, you have your aunty Nuha and me. Haider's on the way—"

"Haider's coming?" Nuha asked making him nod before turning back to Mihrimah.

"You have the whole team to sue the hospital if they treat you harshly. It'll go by" he said while smiling at her  making her chuckle.

"Do I call her now?" He asked rubbing the back of her hand with his making her calm down a little.

A frown started growing on her lips and they wobbled again but before she could react she had her eyes shit closed and her hand squeezing Zaviyar's hand while the doctor silently injected the cannula in her hand after taking the previous needle out.

"Son of a b—" Mihrimah almost cursed hiding her face in her mother's chest making Ayat slap the back of her head lightly.

"Mihrimah" Ayat scowled as the nurse looked back at them horrified. 

"What are you doing now?" She freaked out as doctor took the cannula out and tried to look for her vein.

"It's okay" the three adults chanted and Ayat kept her head turned to the other side as to not let her see anything while the nurse poked holes in almost the whole of the poor girls hand.

"Do you not know how to put one in?" Ayat roared seeing the young doctor stupidly take it out again. The woman flinched and looked at her with wide eyes.

"I can't find her vein—"

"Call a damn doctor who know how to actually do a job correctly" Ayat yelled making her scurry away. Zaviyar stared at her wide eyed as she glared at the woman who seemed visibly scared of how this woman was ready to pounce on her.

Haider who had just arrived stared at the scene horrified and felt rage bubbling inside of him. 

"What is going on here?" He asked making Mihrimah turn her glare from the doctor's back to Haider.

"Haider uncle" she cried spreading her arms out for him to hug her and the man gladly obliged while limping towards her.

"What happened to your foot?" Nuha asked making him dismiss the topic and hug his precious baby.

"My baby what's happened to you?" He cooed making her narrate the whole story of how these people were making her take the drip.

"You need it though" he said making her scowl at him as well.

It wasn't long before a doctor arrived asking what the problem was and he had a very furious Ayat explain it to him. Glaring at the staff he took Mihrimah's hand in his, hesitantly she turned to her mother clearly intimidated by the bulky looking doctor and hid her face in her chest again.

"What was so hard in finding a vein?" He asked the doctor as he expertly inserted the cannula near her thumb, the lady blushed deep red in embarrassment and looked down at her feet feeling tears sting her eyes from all the yelling the woman had done and now her senior was doing the same.

The doctor's eyes softened seeing her embarrassment and he cleared his throat turning to the patient.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, sometimes it gets hard to locate veins." He excused on the behalf of the embarrassed doctor making Ayat nod her head.

"I'm also sorry for how I yelled at you earlier, I should've been considerate" Ayat said apologizing to her the doctor making her nod her head meekly and smile at her.

"Why were you apologizing she poked my hand so many times" Mihrimah scowled but one glare from her mother her silenced.

"I was stressing because you were crying, I forgot it's always a difficulty to find your vein at first" Ayat said slapping Mihrimah's forehead lightly.

The nurse on the run asked everyone to leave the ward allowing only Ayat to stay with Mihrimah. The eleven year old slowly drifted to a sleep as the medicines took over her sense.

"A tumor?" Nuha exclaimed, her dried lips tore apart as she stretched her lips.

"This can't be true, you must've heard it wrong" she said feeling her hands shake as she shook her head in horror.

"They said they have a doubt and they want to clear it out" Ayat said sitting down on the plastic chair beside Haider. Zaviyar was a silent mess as he refused to wrap his head around the fact that someone that young cab even suffer from this.

"Whatever it is we'll get her treated Ayat, don't loose hope" Haider said rubbing her back making her nod her head with silent tears rolling down her cheeks.

After her drip was done and Mihrimah had woken up they had taken her for her scans. The anxiety that was knotting Ayat's gut returned and this time with extreme power.

"You would have to remove every metallic thing from her body that's could be anything, from her jewellery to any zipper of her clothes have any. I'd suggest she gets changed into one our hospital gowns" the doctor in the lab said making Mihrimah tremble again with anxiety. A nervous chuckle escaped her lips as she stared at her mother who nodded at her to go along.

"I'm right here. Just change" she told Mihrimah who stared at her scared of what this was.

"What's it gonna do?" She asked the doctor who smiled at her reassuringly.

"Absolutely nothing you'll just have to lay there and relax" the doctor told her but the girl wasn't having it. Panic rose in her chest and she balled her fists.

"Can't she be there with me?" Mihrimah asked stepping into the cubicle.

"She's here with you" the nurse said gently and Ayat smiled at her daughter reassuringly.

"Nothing will Mah. I'm right here" Ayat said forcing herself to grin and Mihrimah nodded hesitantly letting the nurse lay her down.

Her breathing picked up as she felt the bed rising and moving making her fist the sheets.

"Relax" the doctor advised making her chuckle nervously yet again and gulp as she found herself inside the tube.

"It's only a doubt Ayat. Don't worry they'll find the reason for her black out" Nuha tried consoling her as she rubbed her hand up and down her friend's arm.

The doctors exchanged worried glances as the test came to an end. Harold put up a calm facade as Mihrimah came out still shaking from the residue of her small panic attack and latched herself to her mother's side.

"You guys take her back to the ward and I'll be there after examining the reports with my seniors and be there" he said with a polite smile but Ayat saw right through it. Something was wrong and her gut hammered the thought in her mind.

Sudden gaging made them shift their eyes to Mihrimah who was rubbing her hand on her chest, a nurse quickly took her to the bathroom with Nuha behind her, Ayat stayed rooted on her place as her sense slowly gave out.

"Something's wrong? Isn't it?" She asked Harold making look away and Ayat gulped her anxiety down.

"We can't say anything for sure till the reports are properly prepared" he said making her nod her knowing nothing's going to be fine now.

"Mah?" Ayat walked close to her daughter who was hunched over in Nuha's arms, her eyes dropping, cheeks sunken in and body trembling.

The nurse wheeled her out of the room towards the ward making the men stand up in attention.

"What happened to her?" Zaviyar was the one to ask reaching her, concern evident on his face. His jacked disposed in Haider's hand, sleeved folded up till his elbows and the top buttons of his shirt undone. 

"Nothing she just threw up again" Nuha said feeling her heart constrict at the condition of her niece.

"She'll be alright. My Mah is a fighter" Nuha said rubbing her back making Mihrimah smile brokenly feeling tired all over again.

Izhaan watched as they brought the fussy girl back and shifted her to her bed, the girl was unconscious and silent as the nurse inserted the needle in her cannula.

Mihrimah, the name he had caught on from their constant repetition of her name, it was nice name he had come to a conclusion as he gazed at her.

"She's a minor?" The man from before said making him almost jump in his bed with his broken bones.

"What do you want?" He asked the older man making the man raise an eyebrow at him.

Embarrassed, Izhaan looked away making Zaviyar scowl at him. Possessiveness filled the dark haired man as he glared at the boy who looked like an average twenty year dude to him.

"This kid is pissing me off" Zaviyar gritted in Haider's ear making the other man turn his sharp gaze to the decent man on the other bed.

"What about him?" Haider asked raising his eyebrows.

"He's been staring at her ever since I've walked in here" he seethed watching the boy's friend come in to meet him.

"He's just lookin—" Haider started but pulled his hands up in surrender "woah calm down dad I'm just saying he's already cracked up he can't do anything" He said seeing his friends deadly glare.

"I still can't believe that woman was Ayat" Haider said making Zaviyar punch him in his gut.

"I mean how are you not dead if it was her. And I can't even imagine Ayat...." Haider said emphasizing on Ayat "can wear that" he said making Zaviyar feel hot all over again.

"How did you do that?" Haider asked again in bewilderment checking Zaviyar for any injuries to which his friend only replied with a cocky smirk.

"Wipe that smirk off your face she's like my sister you bitch ass" Haider said slapping him across the face as the hallway emptied. They had empty mindedly walked outside while talking.

"Yeah whatever" he mumbled.

"Tell that whatever to Maa jaan" Haider reminded making Zaviyar bite back a growl of frustration.

"Why should I tell her his. It's not like we're a thing" he scoffed making Haider copy his action.

"Haan dikh raha hai" Haider said rolling his eyes making Zaviyar turn to him with narrowed eyes.
(Yeah I can see that)

"What do you mean?" He asked making Haider want to hold his head with both hands and bang on the wall.

"Zaviyar Qureshi doesn't just grabs a woman and kisses her and goes crazy when something happens to her daughter. The last time you ever got this close to a woman was years back when May hadn't cheated you. So maybe you should open your eyes" Haider said making Zaviyar roll his eyes.

"Those flings don't make your ears red like that baby boy. You got the hots for her" Haider smirked making Zaviyar glare at her snatching his coat from his friend. The man walked inside the room to bid his farewell when his eyes settled on Ayat.

His face red from all the crying she had done and probably from the cold in the room, her eyes glittering under the white lights as she caressed her daughter's hair, she was arguing on something with Nuha and the one in question was listening to her as usual.

"Haider" Ayat called his friend, their eyes meeting momentarily. His heart skipped a beat as a pink hues spread on her cheeks and she looked away shaking her head.

"Yeah?" Haider asked looping his arm around Nuha's shoulders making the woman raise her eyebrows at him.

"Take her home. She's been here for long" Ayat said making Nuha shake her head ready to fight the bitch she called a friend.

"You go home. You haven't slept a wink since last morning and it's morning already" Nuha exclaimed making Ayat shake her head.

"I slept in the afternoon Ayat, you've been busy the whole day yesterday. Have some mercy on yourself and go home. I'll take some rest here" Nuha said placing her hand on Ayat's arm making Ayat open her mouth to protest.

"I think she's right" they heard Zaviyar from behind making Ayat look at him with a tired gaze. Her head ached from staying up too long and her stomach growled at the demands it made.

"You've been on your feet since last evening as I can remember. I'm going home, I'll drop you off. Besides Haider and Nuha are here, once you're back they can go home" Zaviyar said making Haider nod his head pulling Nuha close to him.

"Are you sure?" She asked making the two nod their heads. With a heavy heart Ayat turned back towards Mihrimah and kissed her forehead.

"I'll be back in a few hours, okay. Don't worry." She whispered kissing her daughter's cheek.

"Get your anxiety prone ass out of this hospital before I call security. I don't want you to replace Mah on that bed. One passed out woman is enough" Nuha said making her chuckle while slapping her sass out of her.

Nuha pulled her friend in a tight embrace, making Ayat scrunch her nose "you stink" she whispered making Nuha push her away with a scowl on her face.

"Get out of my sight" Nuha said resisting the urge to check her smell.

"I'll be back soon" Ayat said while gathering her things and walking towards Zaviyar who was glaring at the poor Izhaan.

The young man raise his eyebrows at the man who had made it his duty to glare him out.

"Let's go" Ayat said making his snap out of his staring contest and his breath hitched finding her so close to him but this time he wasn't allowed the luxury to pull her even closer and taste her lips once again.

"She'll be alright" Zaviyar said in an attempt of breaking the dreadful silence.

"I hope so" Ayat said in a broken voice and Zaviyar couldn't help but reach out to hold her hand.

"Listen" she said snatching her hand away.

"What.... Whatever happened last night changes nothing. Please don't think it gives you the permission to be frank with me or anything. We're still colleagues and I don't want anything to change. Please. It's already too much" she said it all in one go making him clench his jaw, his foot pressed down on the accelerator and his hand tightened around the steering making her gulp in fear.

Ayat gripped her seat for dear life as they zoomed through the air.

"We're here" was the only thing that Zaviyar said, his cold tone made tears erupt in her eyes and she felt embarrassed at his behavior. Nodding her head she stepped out of the car. The moment she closed the door he had aggressively reversed the car and left her there. A tear fell from her eye and she ran inside the building.

Her words played in his kind over and over again as he sped on the deserted road, his grip tightening on the steering, his anger increasing with every turn he took to reach his home.

Slamming the door closed he strode towards the door and walked inside, all he wanted was to walk upstairs and lock himself in his room but Maa jaan's voice stopped him. Increasing his frustration even more. 

"Menu dassen ga aye tere naal kon si kal raat?"

(Would you mind telling me who was with you last night?)

Assalamualikum guys how are you all?

So here an update.

So how is it?

What will maa jaan do? What do you think zavi boi will do now? What do you think will happen to Mah now? What's next?

Qasam se itna Dil karraha tha so jaaon, neend bhi arahi this but yeh chapter ek arse se me dimag me ghoom raha tha I just had to do it.

hope you like it.

Comment and tell me how it is.

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