I hear some faint noises from a far talking in a professional tone but I am not able to recognise them and they are too foreign to my ears.
I try my best to open my tired eyes which are squeezed shut but I am not able to.
I try my best to call out for Ziyan but I am not able to.
I try my best to wiggle like a kid so that they can see me but I am not able to.
Feeling frustrated on myself I blink my heavy eyes which after many failed tries finally gets some life.
My throat is so dry that I am not able gulp my saliva down. I need water, I feel like I am in a deserted area, Am I in Saudi? When did I go there? Even Though I am not feeling any heat on my skin my imagination are being wild even when I cannot hear and see a thing.
I blink my heavy eyes open but I quickly close them shut when light hits my eyeballs which feels like I will loose my eyesight if I keep them open.
After giving few minutes to myself I open eyes with some difficulty. My eyes meets the clean white wall which is above me.
And I stare at it for few seconds wondering how Ziyan's ceiling changed into flat one, cause as far as I remember Ziyan himself designed beautiful false ceiling.
Which is the sole reason why I sneak into his before our marriage just to take some good snaps with my finger's showing peace sign to get those rich vibes and so my friends who always flip their gets jealous too.
In my confused state I keep staring at the ceiling wondering how they changed while I was sleeping on his bed.
But why did he change I loved the interior work in his room, pouting at my thought I keep glaring at the ceiling so it goes back to the same, which does not happen, well cause I don't have super powers though.
But my heart startles when gasps after gasps where heard and it almost felt like a womanly gasp from the way it was so loud and dramatic but my eyes where on the ceiling which I am sure I have started developing a hate relationship with.
The door opens and closes in a fast move and soon large warm hand cups my face, so I turn my glare from the white plane ceiling to towards the one who is holding my face.
My heart literally starts picking its speed up when my eyes meets my beautiful husband's who looks nothing less than a zombie now-but a handsome one.
Ignoring his shitty face for a milli second I give him a bright smile.
"Ya allah" he breathes out as if he was waiting for me to smile, I hide my confused frown but it automatically makes its way on my face when I try to cup his face but my hands does not move.
And that's when I realise my hands are feeling numb. B-But why are they feeling numb? Did I sleep so much that it feels numb?
Ziyan notices my confused form and he looks down at my hands and his adam apple bobs up and down as if he is nervous but hides his professionally.
He gently caresses my cheeks, before pampering me with lots and lots of kisses all over my speak.
"Speak something sweetheart" he whispers and even though I wanted to ask why he looks so tired my mouth automatically speak "I can't feel my hands" I blink my eyes at him who gives me a smile and slides his hands down to hold mine.
"Hmm" he intertwines our fingers but I feel nothing "your tired, that's why" he bumps his nose with mine but I am still not convinced.
"I cannot feel your hands on mine" my face still shows lots of confusion and he does not reply to that but looks over his shoulder and I follow his lead and their I find fuzail, hafsa and Nisma staring at me what seems like worry and happiness.
I blink my eyes when I see a whole different room "where am I?" That slips out quickly and I try to sit up but I am not able to, what is happening? I will seriously cry now.
I look down at my legs and I try to lift them up but I am not able to "Ziyan" it comes out in a whisper and without knowing why, tears builds up in my eyes and it leaves my eyes at this unknown fear, which is way too scary.
"Sorry" I mumble when I see everyone staring at me and I try to wipe my tears but my hands does not move up and that only scares me more.
Ziyan's own eyes glistening with tears and it makes more difficult for me and my heart is squeezing and clenching at how difficult and confusing it. What the fudging shit is happening? Please update me!
Ziyan cups my cheeks with a smile and wipes my tears before giving me a gentle kiss on my cheek.
"I'll explain everything sweetheart, for now please calm down, let the doctor check you hmm?" He tries to move but my sobs only increase, My mind screams for holding his hand but my hands does not react "Don't leave me please, I am not able to hold you" I forget that their are many people looking at me, and I cry like a child at this stupid feeling that feels so bad. I hate this, I want to hold him.
"You can stay with her Mr Ziyan" a professional but gentle voice reaches my ear but I stare at Ziyan's face who leans down to kiss my cheek and as If I am baby he slides his hand down my knees and lifts me up and sits on the small bed with me in his arms.
"Who is she?" I look up at Ziyan with tears in my eyes when my eyes drops on a women who is wearing a coat which doctor's wear.
"You were not well, so I brought you to her, she is the one checking you up" Ziyan runs his thumb below my eyes and when I close my lids at the sensation he gently runs his touch on my eyebrows and my eye lids.
"Okay" even though I am hell confused, I let out a quiet okay.
"How are you feeling Mrs Ziah?" The doctor starts with a nice smile but I snuggles close to Ziyan "Not at all good, I don't feel my legs and arms" I glare at her with my teary eyes.
I was fine few hours ago, I am sure she gave me some wrong medicine. Who made her a doctor?
"You don't have to worry about that you will be fine soon" she nods still smiling but I do not look at her.
"Can you tell me exactly what happenedâ" she starts again but Ziyan cuts her off "doctor can I first talk to her before you ask her any question" his voice is gentle and sweet but tiredness can be clearly heard.
"Yes of course" with that the doctor leaves us and I take a peek to find my cousins leaving as well which is something I am glad about.
"What is happening with me?" I do not waste a second to question Ziyan, he gives me a small smile before opening his mouth.
"First let's get you into a comfortable position" with that he makes me sit which I am able to do myself but I have to put a little bit energy to it, and then he pulls me on his lap and wraps my legs around his waist so I am facing him.
"I missed you so much my baby" the words are so genuine and so real that I cannot help but cry at his words.
"I always miss you, but since I just now slept and woke up, and your already here so I do not miss you as much as you do, because your with me" I truthfully tell him and he chuckles nodding.
"I understand, but I missed you so much" he pulls me closer and hugs my body tightly as he presses his cheeks against mine while swinging our body in a slow motion.
The moment is so soft so beautiful so romantic but my mind is on my hands which are not able to wrap around his bodyâI am not able to hug him and I don't understand why?
Ziyan cups my face after pulling from the hug and looks down at my lips "I missed you so much" the way he is just repeating the sentence is fluttering my heart and the butterflies are flying while singing a sweet romantic song, but I don't understand why he missed me so much in a matter of few minutes or maybe hours.
I stare at him with a smile but before a confused frown drops on my face when I see a silent tear leaving his eyes, he leans and presses his lips against mine which automatically takes me to another word the feeling of his lips against mine is enough to drive me crazily mad and forget the world I am living in, after few more seconds of just feeling his soft lips against mine he moves gently kissing me with so much gentleness but eagerness.
He does not stop kissing me with tenderness, tilting his head he deepens the kiss and pulls me closer, His hands quietly slides up to wipe my tears which are flowing down rapidly at the way he is showing so much love, and which looks so genuine and the way a tear left his eyes before he pressed his lips on to mine literally stopped my heart.
Is he crying? But, What did I do?
After kissing me for what felt like eternity he pulls away slowly and presses his forehead against mine so we are still close, my eyes is still shut, and we are both breathing heavily at the breathless stunt he pulled out.
A gasp leaves my lips when I feel a very light touch on my hand which feels so new to me as if I am feeling it after years.
"What happened baby?" He pulls away and furrows at me and I drop my eyes on his hand which is on mine.
He drops his eyes on his hand before he removes and gently moves his fingers on the back of my hand and again I gasp when the light feeling reaches my nerves.
"Can- Can you feel it?" I blink my wide eyes but I try my best to bring my hand up to hold him but that does not happen, it only pains my nerves and I feel frustrated.
"Its okay, we will do it slowly hmm?" As if he is a mind reader he reads all my thoughts and his hands drops onto mine as he cups them and brings them up to cup his cheek which I wanted to do since I saw his tired eyes "Can you feel anything sweetheart?" I hesitantly nod, because I feel a very light touch.
"What is happening?" I question him still confused.
"Do you remember telling me that you were kidnapped and someone injected you but I said it must be a dream?" He questions me about something which I said this morning "yeah I said you in the noon" I nod.
"Ziah, whatever you said wasn't a dream my love, it all happened for real and I being the dumbest human thought that was a dream, when you were kidnapped for real, you remember Eric calling me?" I nod hesitantly not understanding anything even though he is explaining in simple words.
"That's when I saw a footage of you entering a car, and I still don't know how you reached my office, the dumb police officers and detectives I have hired are still finding the culprit, when I came to see you, I found you lying lifeless while coughing out blood because they injected a very serious drug whose name I am not able to pronounce and yeah it numbs a persons hands and legs and it even makes a person loose their memory and that's how you ended up here baby, in this hospital room" my eyes are as wide as baseballs as I am hearing him uttering some filmy moves which happens in mystery films and which now apparently happened in my life and I am not able to believe this.
Someone kidnapped me? I did not steal anyones money, nor I have taken any loans then why would they kidnap meâoh wait-did that bad stalker kidnapped me? Goodness First I thought I would slap him once for ruining Ziyan's room but now I'll slap him twice for making me suffer, what type of stalker is he? Shouldn't he kidnap me and pamper me and convince me to be in his life? That's how it happens in all the books I've read, why is my stalker different.
Ziah, I am sure discussing about why the stalker is different should be the last thing you must thinking, cause damm freaking hell, I would have loosed my memory because of that bad human, oh my goodness if I lost my memory I would have forgotten all the happy moments I spent with Ziyan but that also means I would have forgotten all the embarrassing moments that happened in my life, me stumbling and falling everytime infront of Ziyan and him laughing at my misery andâ
"Ziah?" Ziyan's voice filled with worry as he sees me not speaking.
"What time is it now?" I look at the window to find darkness so I question him "huh? 8 pm" he confusedly tells probably was not expecting me to ask him about time but throw some tantrums and cry my life out, well my heart is clenching and crying though.
"I remember sleeping at 4 in the afternoon so in just 4 hours so many things happened?" I am surprised so I do not keep thoughts to myself, Ziyan chuckles quietly "do you remember the date?" He questions me and I quickly "ofcourse I do, I was circling the date every time I see the calendar because I was going to meet my friend after so long" he smiles gently but places a kiss on my cheeks.
"It was 14" I tell the date and he nods picking up his phone and he flashes it infront of my eyes, I squint my eyes glaring at the number "No it was 14! I swear I remember, you should set the time properly, why is it showing 24 feb now?" I am confused as hell.
"Because my love, you were unconscious for more than a weak, and you literally killed me because of that, well I would have died if you still did not wake up and look at me with those beautiful eyesâ" his eyes widens when I press my lips against his in a way to shut him but with a glare for uttering Rubbish.
But he smiles and drops his eyes on my hands, since I am not able to use my hands I used my lips "God I missed you so so so freaking much" a giggle leaves my lips when he snuggles in the crook of my neck.
"So that is the reason why my hands are numb? They wont work now? Am I going to live the rest of my life handicapped?" I bite my lips nervously but when he shakes his head with a smile my heart relaxes.
"Within few months you will be back to your right state my love, its just that the drug they gave effect the blood flow in your legs and your hands but the doses they are giving is working and that's how you are even able to sit now, or else you wouldn't have been able to move you body, and now see I am surprised you felt my touch in your hand" he smiles as if he is assuring himself too.
"Hmm" I hum resting my head on his shoulder as he rubs my back, never thought before sleeping I will wake up after 10 days with so many information, in which some are not even fitting in my head.
"What is my beautiful baby thinking?" I giggle when he speaks extra sweetly, so till I recover I will be blessed with so much pampering is it? Suddenly I am remembering the quote which tells, there is always something good behind bad.
Well the bad thing list is touching the top floor and even though there is only two points in good list it will still be rememberable to say to my children's in future.
Oh god my children's would be so proud of me, when they will hear my strong story.
"But Ziyan I won't be able to wash my face, rub my face, eat, bath, comb my hair, work and most of all I wont be able to hug you till I recover" I pout to not cry at my tragic fate as my voice comes out in a whisper as I tell him.
"Allah has blessed me with two hands, and I should take a good use of it right? So one is for you and one will be for me till time being hmm?" I think for a second before nodding in agreement "but I want your right hand" I scrunch my nose and he laughs in the most adorable manner.
"Why not my left hand baby?" He gasps acting offended "because left hand is dirty hand" I giggle at my words but he chuckles joining me.
"As you wish, but my left hand is offended remember that and this hand will do all you works, and it sounds fun, like I can comb you beautiful hair which can also make me a hairdresser in few days I am sure, and then I will feed you which I love doing and you wont be able to say no if I fill your stomach with a good amount of food" I give him a glare when he pauses and thinks before continuing.
"And then comes the best part, I'll give you nice bath everyday, well we can save water my sweetheart" I so want to slap him playfully, but I am I am not able to so I do not ruin my mood in thinking that, but I hide my face in his chest feeling shy when unholy scenarios erupts my not so innocent mind.
"I am sure we will have lots of fun if we take it in a right way baby and that is if you don't hesitate and tell me to even brush your hair away from your face or to put any cream on your face or any little thing without thinking it might burden me because as far as I know I would love getting every chance of touching you" he winks at me and I feel so hot right now that he laughs at my misery and my cheeks which are bright red in color.
He pulls me closer hugging me tightly and whispers in my ear "I love you so much my love I love you so much" and that was enough to make me a literal twin of tomato.
Goodness those words I only heard in movies, the hero saying to heroine is being said to me, I swear on my numb hands it feels so amazing cause it does not only reach my ears but it reaches the nerves of the heart.
I stare at him with wide eyes at his genuine confession and tears builds up in my eyes at how much he must've missed me since he is pouring his feeling out because that is so not him.
"When you were unconscious lying on this bed lifeless my soul literally left my body, and I regretted not saying you these magical words which I am sure is fluttering you from the way your cheeks are bright red" he teases me at the end "you scared me baby, A day did not pass by where I was not holding your hand and crying for you to wake up but you ignored me" I bite my lips to not cry when his eyes glistens as he quietly tells me.
"You completely ignored me, I did not enter our room because I know I wont be able to look at the bed where you coughing out blood just because of me" he sighs but continues "I love you so much please don't scare me like this again, I was feeling so dead when I did not find your eyes looking into mine" he cups my jaw and gives my cheekbone a gentle caress.
"I love you so so so much more Ziyan, and I am sorry" I pout feeling so bad but he shakes his head chuckling as he wipes my tears.
"It's okay, your now in my arms with me, that's all matters now" I smile nodding and my mind screams at me to squeeze him but I realise I won't be able to.
"Hug me tightly please" I blink my eyes at him and he looks surprised for second but quickly recover and wraps his arms around my body to give me a tight a hug which means world to me, and his hugs are so so good, lets not forget to mention that.
He snuggles in the crook of my neck as he places gentle kisses and over my sensitive area.
"There shouldn't be a please added to you statement next time" he mutters as he take a deep breath and swings our body.
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A/n: Even when I try writing something Mysterious and emotional type of chapters I end up making it as romantic as I can, and I don't know why I always end up making romantic.
This is my first time writing something which I guess will come under the category of mystery and I am still not sure if I am doing a good job, but whatever it is your lovely comments do lift up my mind.