3rd July, 2020

Happy and excited to meet her soon to be fiancé, as she had stood in front of her mirror getting ready, she hadn't thought that by the end of the evening she would be left with a broken heart, a broken alliance and tears in her eyes.

Walking out of the Edrisi Mansion, the thought of facing her parents and telling them about her broken engagement, was making her afraid of facing their reaction. She was afraid of their questions, which she didn't have answers to. What she was going to tell them, why the alliance broke, the reason for breaking the engagement, what suddenly happened between the two, she had no answers to it.

Sat in the cab, crying her heart out, was 21 year old Kinza Malik, who felt as if her whole world was crumbling down. Wiping away her tears with the back of her palm, she tried not to cry but fresh set of tears rolled down her cheeks nonetheless. She was avoiding meeting eyes with the cab driver, who was giving her weird looks seeing her cry, and she felt conscious of herself but she couldn't help the tears that kept leaking from her eyes.

She looked out of the window to see the sky drizzling the season's first snow. Fine milky snow white particles were drizzling down from the sky like some fine garnishing last touch to an extraordinary platter. Eventually settling on the concrete roads, the snow was starting to cream them white. The roads were getting slippery due to it and looking through the glass was beginning to get tough. The air began to get chilly and it made Kinza roll up her window and pull her overcoat more closer to her.

If it would have been some other day, she would have taken her time to just sit in the cozy corner of her luxurious room with a cup of hot chocolate and relished the first snow of the season.

The ringing of her cell phone made her look at her hand in which she held it and seeing her mother's number flashing on the screen, another cry left her lips and she broke into tears again.

It kept ringing in her lap and she kept trying to steady her voice and stop her cries, but couldn't do so. The call ended and she took in a breath. Wiping her tears with the back of her palm, she took her cell phone to make a call to her mother so as not to worry her, but she was jerked forward suddenly when the cab driver pushed the brakes out of the blue. Her cell phone resulted in falling down from her hands and it took her a few moments to steady herself. She picked it up quickly and faced the driver with worried lines that had graced her forehead.

"What happened? What's with the sudden brakes?" She asked in confusion, through her teary voice. The driver looked back at her and then pointed at something, rather someone on the highway ahead of them.

"There's someone lying on the road. It seems a hit and run case." The driver informed. On his sentence as she looked through the windshield, she was left shocked and her eyes widened with horror. Opening her side of door, she slowly got out and with baby steps, neared the person lying on the floor.

She stood there looking at the still form of the man lying on the ground, covered in blood and her senses seemed to stop working.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" She didn't know what she should do. Her hands were trembling and her legs felt like jelly, as if she would collapse on the road any minute. She looked at the cab driver, who had gotten out as well, and back at the person covered in blood. He was lying on his stomach with his back facing them, and gathering all the courage in her, she neared him and knelt on the ground beside his form.

Holding his overcoat sleeve with both her hands she pulled him towards her, making him lie on his back, and almost immediately a gasp left her lips in shock and she cupped her mouth instantly, and her eyes closed tight shut. Covered in blood and a wound of stab at the side of his waist, the man lay unconscious, with his pulse running faint.

He looked like a man in his early 20's, with a height of approx 6 feet. With his face covered in blood because of the hit on his head, Kinza couldn't really make out how he looked like, but that wasn't something to think about in that moment. Bending down, she put her ear against his chest and could feel a faint heartbeat. She put her finger against his nose and felt his breathing very slow.

"Uncle. He's alive. We should take him to the hospital." Kinza said to the cab driver, who stood there like a statue, too shocked to do anything.

"It's a hit and run case. I don't want to get involved in this." The driver opposed.

"No, its not. He has been stabbed. Its as if done on purpose. We should hurry him to the hospital. He needs immediate treatment." She tried to make him understand.

"But.."

"I'll pay you twice, thrice, whatever amount you ask for. Please help me get him in the car." Her voice had an edge of finality in it and the cab driver seemed to be thinking for a moment, before he immediately rushed towards her and began to help her lift the man. The driver put the man's hand over his shoulder and Kinza too held another hand of the man and they both began to drag him towards the car. Opening up the car door, she got in first and helped the cab driver to get the unknown man in. Placing his head over her lap, and his legs up on the seat, the driver closed the door and quickly got in his seat and started the car.

"Please drive quickly." She requested. Having a look at the stab wound from where the blood kept oozing out, she panicked. Looking around herself, there was nothing she could see that she could use to put against the wound and control his bleeding. Her gaze landed on her dupatta which she had hung on one side of her shoulder and she quickly took one side of it and rolling it a bit, she pushed it against his wound.

A small groan left the lips of the man in her lap and she almost jumped on his voice. "Hey!! Heyy! Can you hear me?" She asked, tapping on his cheeks, trying to bring him to consciousness. The touch felt cold. She placed her hand over his forehead, it felt cold to her touch as well. She moved it on his cheek and then took his hand in her, not caring about the blood that was covering her hands and her whole dress. His body was starting to turn cold.

"This is bad. His body is getting cold." She spoke to herself. " Uncle, please drive fast. He needs to be treated quickly." She requested, and then turned her attention back to the unknown stranger lying unconscious in her lap. Taking both his hands in her hands, she began to rub them to keep them warm and kept pushing her dupatta on his stab, which was now fully soaked in his blood. Nothing was helping though. His breathing was getting more faint with time and as she checked his heartbeat, she couldn't almost hear it as well, and his body still felt cold.

Not having any other resolve, she removed her furry overcoat from over herself, not caring about the chilly air and wrapped it around his form to keep him warm, letting it get stained with his blood as well. Her hand went to her forehead and she held it in deep worry. She brought it back down and looked at it to see it red with blood. Her gaze went down to look at herself and she found herself fully covered in the blood of an unknown stranger.

Panic began to rise in her at the sight of so much blood, but she tried to not let that overpower her. Taking both his hands, she began to rub them again and kept checking if his temperature was still falling.

It was as if the unknown stranger, who she didn't even know, meant something to her, that she kept looking outside of her window in worry to see if they were nearing the hospital, panick was evident on her face and she kept telling the cab driver to drive quickly, all that had happened with her that evening long forgotten.

The cab stopped with a screeching sound and placing the man's head safely back on the seat, she got out of the car, running towards the entrance of the hospital to call for help. With a stretcher and two male nurses, she ran back to the cab and the man was helped on the stretcher and carried in.

She turned to the cab driver. "Thank you for helping me. As per my promise, I'll pay you any amount that you want, and also for ruining your seat." She apologised humbly, and paying the cab driver his fare, she ran in the hospital gates.

She felt a sense of duty towards the man, and she didn't know why. She don't even know how he even looked like and who he actually was, but she still wanted to make sure he was fine.

Kinza saw him being taken to the operation theatre and she followed behind, only to be stopped at the door. She took a seat at the nearby chair, wrapping her dupatta around herself to keep herself from freezing in the centrally ACied corridor. The doctor walked out and she quickly stood up.

"The patient is severely injured and have lost heavy amount of blood. We have informed the police, since its a police case and also we need the family members to sign this form. Until then we can't operate on him." The doctor said and handing her the paper, walked away.

"I don't even know this man. Where should I get his family from!" She exclaimed to herself. Looking through the small of a glass of the operation theatre, she saw the man fighting for his life and having seen his condition through her own eyes, she didn't think twice before signing the documents as his wife, writing her name in bold and signing underneath.

The nurse walked out with a few things and handed it to Kinza. "These are the patient's belongings." She informed and Kinza didn't wasted another second in grabbing her overcoat from it and wrapping it around herself to stay warm.

"I have signed the documents. Now, can you please operate on him already! His condition is not very stable, you can see." Kinza almost barked at her, but the nurse simply took the documents and ignoring her comment, walked away.

Thankfully, the operation began and she took in a breath of relief. Sat in the seat outside the operation theatre, Kinza kept looking at the red light that was switched on, as if nothing else mattered at that moment. She felt tired. All her energy had drained out. She just wanted to roll up in a ball and sleep tightly.

A ringing of the phone broke her trance and she looked around herself to know where it was coming from. The overcoat that was placed beside her on the other chair kept buzzing and she eventually picked it up and began to rummage through the pockets to find the source of the noise. She found a cell phone ringing.

"Abrar." She read the name flashing on the screen, and quickly answered the call, with the hope to inform the person on the call about the owner's condition.

"Yo bhai! Salam! You said you would call in a bit..."

Kinza cut him off as she spoke up, "Sorry, but the owner of this cell phone have met with an accident." She informed, suddenly fearing of the reaction from the other person. "Hello?" She spoke up when she didn't hear a response from the other end.

"Where's bhai? What happened to him? Where is he?" The guy on the call, named Abrar, asked. Panic and worry was evident in his voice.

"I found him lying in the middle of the highways covered in blood, and rushed him to the hospital. He's being operated right now." Kinza informed. "Can you inform his family, perhaps?" She requested.

"I'm his family. He's my elder brother." The guy answered. "Thank you so much for letting me know. We'll be there shortly but can you please keep giving me updates of his condition? Look, I know its nothing to do with you but it will take atleast a minimum of 10 to 12 hours for us to get there from Westminster. It's a request. Please keep me updated. Please?" The guy begged. Kinza didn't know how to answer that. She hummed in answer and cut the call.

Reminded of her own family, her eyes widened and she searched for her cell phone to call her mother, only to realise that she had lost it. Quickly running to the reception, she requested the receptionist to let her make a call and when she agreed, she dialed her mother's number and waited for her to answer it.

"Hello? Maa?" Kinza spoke.

"Kinza? Where are you? Why aren't you picking up my calls! You got me worried sick!" Came her mother's frightened voice.

"I, actually, lost my cell phone, Maa. I'm at the hospital. I'm fine." Kinza answered.

"Hospital? Why are you at the hospital? What happened to you? Are you alright?" Her mother's voice held worry.

"Yes, I'm fine, Maa. Nothing happened to me. There was an accident on my way back and I rushed him to the hospital, so that's why."

"Which hospital are you at? We'll come to get you." She could hear the relief in her mother's voice and telling her the hospital name, she cut the call and thanking the receptionist, she began to walk towards the operation theatre.

She took the guy's overcoat in her hands and placed his cell phone back in his pocket which had cracked up from the side as well, probably because of the fight the guy was involved in, and folding it nicely as she proceeded to place it back on the chair beside her, a ring rolled out from the inner pocket of the overcoat and landed a few steps away from her. She picked it up to find it a ladies ring. It looked pretty. With a big diamond sitting proudly in the centre and two small diamonds adoring at each side of it, the ring looked really beautiful, so much that Kinza suddenly wanted to own one like the one in her hand.

'To whom do this beauty belong?' She wondered, taking a seat back on the chair, adoring the ring in her hand.

Assalamualaikum you beautiful folks!

Here I am with a brand new story!! Yaay!♡

I had this story planned out since sooo long but lazy me couldn't find an appropriate title for it so I kept pushing it further to publish it on wattpad :D

How is the short blurb? The first chap? I know it doesn't give you any idea of what the story line actually is, but what's wrong with a little suspense! ;)
Also, I won't easily disclose who the male lead actually is so until revealed further, enjoy the story and keep shipping Kinza with the two guys, who's names will also be revealed in the further chaps >.<

Comment down your thoughts and let me know!

Until next time...Annyeong!