SALMA:
"Take a left turn," Wasim told him, and we just heard gunshots. Wasim made me sit down while he stayed where he was and protected me. Another rough turn was made, and a scream escaped my mouth. I was pushed outside as I saw the other car driving ahead of us at full speed and could not see the number plate.

"Wasim!Wake up, Wasim!"I yelled, and he slowly opened his eyes, wincing in pain. He had pushed me and saved me. The driver was unharmed, and he helped Wasim push me. Rather than saving himself, the guy risked his life to save me.

"Please, stay awake."I kept crying, and I did not care if they saw me like this; it had only been a few hours since we married, and was this a bad omen for him as well?Will my presence hurt him as well?

I kept calling his parents, and when I saw the number on quick dial, I called again, and they said they would be there soon.

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"There's nothing to worry about but he just needs some rest ,"
doctor informed us and I just nodded while he lay helpless and weak, his father was next to him while his mom came to me.

When his parents left to buy medicines since we were in private room, I stared at him again I just couldn't help it he was just too handsome and he was all mine just the way he said I was his.

His forehead was bandaged and there was a bandage in his left hand the doctor said his hand was stuck somewhere while opening door, May  be while he pushed me. Crazy guy.

"You saved me and we are safe, Please wake up soon ,"I whispered in his ears but there was no response a slight tear escaped from my eyes.

It was all because of me; I have always believed that everything happens for a reason and is all planned by Allah, so what is wrong with me today?I took a prayer mat and prayed two nafl prayers because we both got saved today. I prayed and prayed until I felt someone shake me; we were in the hospital, so we could pray anywhere.

"He will be Aunty (Wasim's mom) advised me to rest. I wiped away tears, folded the mat, and stood up, while the three of us waited.

"Water," we heard in a hoarse voice, and I looked to his side; he was trying to keep his eyes open.

I rushed to his side and gave him water, but I could not meet his beautiful eyes and felt guilty.

His mother and father sat next to him, while I stood near the bed. He drank water and scanned the room as if looking for someone, until his gaze fell on me, and we both stared at each other. I looked away quickly.

"She is one of the best wives; she never left your side and was always on the prayer mat," my mother-in-law praised me, but was it true? I have only hurt him; on our wedding night, we are in the hospital.

My father-in-law continued, "Yeah she called us and has been with us since we brought you here," and I simply shook my head.

My mother-in-law motioned for me to sit next to him, but I moved slowly because I wanted to be away from him for his safety.

His worn-out voice startled me out of my reverie, saying, "Say something."

I told Aunty and Uncle that they needed rest because I would be staying with him tonight. Please go and rest; I will call you if anything comes up.

"Who are your aunt and uncle?We are now your parents," Aunty said, and I agreed. "I should call her just the way Wasim calls them."

After they hugged me and walked away, I felt as though I had run out of things to say.

I have to avoid him because I hurt him, and I should have told him about the strange messages I was getting.

"What on earth are you thinking?"He asked me, and I was not sure if I should tell him.

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To be continued....