[1] ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏꜱᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ

NOORAIN'S POV -

As I was laying on the bed of the hospital staring at the white ceiling, while the brightness of the light forces me to close my eyes. I can hear the ticking of the clock tick....tick....tick....tick moving my gaze from the ceiling. I stare at the clock hanging on the wall in front of me. It's 9 past 15 minutes.

My water broke this evening and hence i was rushed into the emergency room, the doctor told me to not panic as it was just a normal thing. She said and I quote, "It's a sign of a baby saying that I'm ready to come mamma".

She asked me whether I was feeling any pain in my body, but I wasn't. How do I tell her that the pain in my heart is hurting me more than the one in my body?

My in-laws along with my husband want a baby boy. They say that girls are nothing but a burden to carry for your whole life, but that isn't true.

I've seen men walk away from their parents for their own comfort, while daughters are the ones who stay until the end. Also I don't care about the gender of the baby, whoever it will be either a boy or a girl, I'll welcome the child with my open arms.

Suddenly the door of my room creaks open and my husband walks in.

Zayaan - the kind of face people found attractive at first glance but terrifying when they looked closer. Tall, lean, sharply built - but there was nothing warm about him. Everything in him felt.....calculated.

When I first got married to him in the initial days of our marriage he treated me very well. I felt like I was the happiest person in the whole world to be blessed with such a pious husband, little did I knew it was all a façade.

As days passed, he was no longer the man I used to know, he changed. No he didn't changed, he had made a fake personality of himself to please me and my family.

He told me that he got married to me only because of my money and my family background. There was nothing about me that used to please him-

"You better give birth to a boy", his rude and arrogant voice interrupted my thoughts.

His flat,lifeless brown eyes met mine. I hated to make an eye contact with him because his eyes always used to stare at me with disgust, like I'm nothing more than a burden to him.

"It's not for me to decide to whom I'll be giving birth. Even if it's a girl I'll love her with my open heart", I said, removing my gaze from him and staring at the clock again.

I can't bear to be in the same room with this man.

The instant the words left my mouth, his hand came forward and he grabbed my jaw with a harsh grip forcing me to look into his lifeless eyes again.

My jaw tightened so hard that I felt that my teeths would break. "Look into my eyes while I'm talking to you", he ordered me. "You will give me a boy and that's final, never in the two years of our marriage have you done something to please me or to make me happy. I don't want you disappointing me in front of my parents by giving birth to a girl !", and with that he jerked his hand back to him like my touch was burning him.

The door creaked open again and Dr. Zoya walked in with few other nurses, she was dressed in her OT uniform and was wearing a white hand glove while she walks and stands beside me.

"We'll start with the operation now", she said. Then her gaze moved from me to Zayaan and she said "If you want to accompany your wife to give her emotional support you can stay in the room but you'll have to wear the uniform".

Deep down in my heart I was praying that Zayaan should refuse or else I will be in a constant worry of my baby. Because I knew that, if it will be a girl and he is the first one to hold her he'll spare no chance to kill her in the room itself.

Only I know what all things this man is capable of doing.

"No. I better wait outside", saying that he left the room and I let out my breath not knowing how long I was holding it.

When my eyes met Dr. Zoya's eyes I saw a flicker of sympathy in them for me and so before she could sympathise with me with her words, I said, "It's totally okay, you don't have to worry about me. He's not a big fan of hospitals though".

I lied.

I was not okay, I wanted someone anyone who would stand beside me and comfort me even though it would be fake.

My parents took a flight as soon as they got to know about my situation and they'll be arriving within five hours. So I don't even have my mom beside me.

Tears prick in the corner of my eyes threatening to fall but I don't let them and shut my eyes tight.

"We are going to give you anesthesia now", I heard the doctor's voice and in a second I felt someone rubbing a wet cotton pad on my right hand.

Nervousness gnaws me. I am scared. My heart is beating so fast I'm afraid that even the nurses in the room would be able to hear my heart beat.

Then I felt a tinge of pain when the needle touched my skin and in a minute my eyes started becoming heavy and within no moment the sleep overcame me.

And I just pray that I'm blessed with a healthy child

IZHAAN'S POV -

Today was a very exhausting day. I had an important meeting with my clients from Russia about the new city mall project which will soon be built in the most high-profile part of the city, where every square foot screams luxury and competition.

My company- Zycron Industries Pvt. Ltd. have maintained its first position for years, but staying first is a battle no one sees.

By the time the presentations ended, numbers finalized, and contract skimmed for the nth time, my patience had evaporated and my headache felt like it had signed a contract of its own.

Another victory sealed, another day of carrying an empire on my shoulders. Yet somehow, despite the millions of stake, it felt like a quiet war only I was fighting.

Soon the driver turned the car to enter the mansion, I took a quick look at the whole mansion from the outside and seeing no lights on I was content that everyone would have been asleep and I wouldn't have to face dad for coming home late again.

It's been months, and I follow the same routine - I leave the mansion early in the morning before everyone wakes up and comes home late. My thoughts keeps drifting back to the betrayal I had faced 6 months ago. I've still not forgot it, not even a single thing-

My thoughts comes to halt as the driver stops the car in front of the main door and comes out quickly to open the door for me.

I step outside the car and enters the mansion. The guard at the main door bows his head in respect for me and i retreat it by giving a nod.

The lights of the living room were off and it was completely dark and silence, that I could even hear the voice of my footsteps. I took the stairs to the first floor, then suddenly heard the voice of giggles and saw Mishal walking towards my room while texting someone in her phone.

I patted her back and in an instant her body grew tense, she stopped giggling and slowly started to move her face backwards to see who it is. When she saw it was me, the tension drains from her face and body while she hugs me one sided and say, "Bhaii ! You scared the hell out of me, I thought it was a thief or something".

I laughed after hearing her intrusive thoughts and asked,"How do expect a thief to enter the mansion when there are so many guards stationed outside?".

She started giggling again, "Yeah, I forgot, also I don't think anyone will even have the guts to hurt the baby sister of THE IZHAAN KHAN", she said by making the quoting signs with her fingers while saying my name. It's true to be honest. I am very possessive and touchy of my loved ones. No one hurts my family and live to see the another day. Never.

As we both entered my room, I saw my baby laying in the middle of the bed playing with her plushie unicorn - her favourite. As her eyes met mine, ayla started giggling more loudly, moving her fists and legs in the air.

I crossed the room in three strides and scooped her up in my arms. "Did my baby miss me?", I asked her while kissing her forehead and cheeks and inhaling her sweet baby scent which always comforts me. "Why were you so late today? She was missing you", Mishal said.

I looked at Mishal and asked her "Is she fed?", worrying that maybe ayla was throwing tantrums even today. Mishal nod her head confirming me about my thoughts. "Pass me her bottle", I said to her and sat on the bed while laying ayla on my lap.

"Why didn't you feed huh? Are you planning to get ill again so that I'll have to take a week off from the office and give all my undivided attention to you?", I asked ayla to which she started babbling in her baby language, it felt like she was scolding me for coming home late.

As mishal gave me the bottle, I switched Ayla into my arms, settling her against my chest. She instantly wrapped her tiny fist around my shirt like she was afraid I'd disappear again.

I tilted the bottle to her lips, and she took it with that hungry little pout she always makes when she's pretending - she wasn't starving a minute ago, "There you go my princess... slow down", I murmured, brushing my thumb over her soft and chubby cheek. Her lashes fluttered and she sighed like she'd been waiting all day just for this moment.

Mishal stood watching us in awe. "Bhai, she really missed you. She kept crawling to the door after hearing every little noise".

That hit straight in the chest, "You should've have called me. I would've come earlier. Meetings can wait ", I said.

"Oh c'mon bhai! Now don't act like you had abandoned her in Himalayas. You had an important meeting to attend and also Rayyan bhai and Mumma was also here earlier we were playing with her", she sighed dramatically. Then she moved towards my study table and grabbed her books and tablet saying, "Okay, now that you are here for her I gotta get going, I have my viva tomorrow and I need to prepare for that or else you are the one who is saving me from dad's scolding".

"You better get good marks or else I will disown you", I said her to which she stares at me and while narrowing her eyes. "Was it meant to be a joke? Cause I didn't found it funny", she says and mutters something about me under her breath and with that she leaves the room closing the door of my room with a small thud.

I stare back at ayla now her body has completely relaxed in my arms, and eventually her suckling slowed down and leaved the bottle with a soft pop.

Keeping the bottle beside the table, I lift her to my shoulder and started patting and rubbing slow circles on her back and soon I was rewarded with a burp.

I stood and walked towards her crib, carefully lowering her and placing her in her bed. Soon she turned towards her side hugging her plushie unicorn. I stand near her crib watching the small rise and fall of her stomach and I can swear on all the things of the world that this is the most calming sight in my whole life I've ever seen. I love her so much that, I can kill for her.

Then removing my gaze from her I walked towards my walk-in wardrobe and opened the drawer where I keep my comfortable clothes.

I removed a white sweat shirt and paired it with black sweatpant and moved towards the washroom. I remove my coat, tie, shirt and pants and discard them in the laundry bag and changed into the fresh clothes.

Opening the tap, I took some water in my hands and splash it on my face three time. Running my fingers through my hairs i pull them back, removing them from my forehead and then keeping both my hands on each side of the wash basin - I stare at my reflection in the mirror.

I can no longer recognize the person I am.

I had loved her with my whole heart.

How can she do this to me?

Was I so easy to unlove?

Shaking my head I remove those thoughts from my mind for the thousandth time and walk towards my room. I need to get some sleep.

Love is a beautiful lie and a grave mistake.

I won't make that mistake in my life ever again.

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