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Episode 19
"Breathe. Breathe in. Breathe out." he told himself as he paced his room, taking long gulps of air. He was sweating in spite of the air conditioning in the room. "God! She was going to kill him!" Both hands on his head he felt like going insane. Wiping off the sweat on his forehead, he contemplated his situation. "I mean she could just be tired. It doesn't mean she is pregnant. She could just be having mood swings. It doesn't mean she is pregnant. She could just be nauseous from that pizza and ice cream combinations. It doesn't mean she is pregnant." Deep down he knew this was not how destiny worked. Deep down he knew since the day he met her destiny has its own way of playing bad tricks on him. "What the hell was he supposed to do?" Setting eyes on his laptop he said, "Oh! Ok! Google always has a solution."
He opened the laptop nervously and typed in "Signs and Symptoms of Pregnancy". He looked at his watch, knowing very well it was going to take a while.
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She woke up stretching her hands and then arching her back to ease the sore feeling she felt. She looked over at the clock. It was 3. She still had the evening to pass away. What did she want to do? Happily deciding to irritate Asad, she got off the bed to take a shower.
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He shut down the laptop in frustration. The internet just made it worse. For all he knew it was no point sitting and whining but it was best to take her to the doctor. Now the only question was how he was going to convince her and what he was going to say.
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She slipped out of the shower water dripping all over the place. Draping the towel over herself she exited to her room. Contemplating on what to wear, she finally decided on the suit she had bought with Asad's mom.
"Zoya, are you awake? I..." He started casually but the moment he saw her, his voice abandoned him. He stopped mid-sentence at the scene in front of him. She stood there in nothing but a towel, her hair dripping with water.
"Asad?" she turned just in time to find him staring.
"I'm sorry. I'll be back later," and he turned away.
"No. It's ok. What is it?"
"No, it's fine," and he walked away.
Why was he so flushed? Suddenly, remembering her attire, she face-palmed herself realizing she might have just given him the wrong idea. But, somehow she couldn't help but smile as she nibbled her finger nails.
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Why was life being so cruel on him? Before he could go into thinking what had happened Zoya opened the door of her to come out looking as elegant as ever. His eyes travelled the length of her body. It was a quick glance but she caught it.
"Asad?"
"Hm?"
"You wanted to say something?"
"Oh! Ya! I was thinking we should go to the doctor. You need a medical checkup. We haven't seen them since your accident. And you had amnesia in between. I'm concerned," not having the courage to look up at her.
"I guess."
"So shall we go?"
"Sure. Lead the way!"
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The silence on the car was killing him. Suddenly he remembered something as a good conversation opener.
"Zoya, I saw the news regarding the pen-drive you sent anonymously to the news channel and how the minister is behind bars now. Congratulations!"
"Thank you."
And then there was silence again.
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They walked the corridors side by side still not looking at each other. He walked to the receptionist and without any indifference in his voice asked her, "I am here for an appointment for Mrs. Zoya Ahmed Khan."
He felt Zoya stiffen beside him and cast a glance at her, eyes meeting for the first time since the little incident that afternoon. To his surprise, she didn't say anything nor take any effort to correct him.
"Just a minute, sir" checking the computer for the required details.
"Here madam, can you please fill out this form?"
Taking the form pad from her, they set themselves on the waiting room to fill the form.
Just as she finished, a nurse came with a thermometer and a sphygmomanometer, "Mrs. Zoya?"
She wasn't letting that go for the second time however; to Asad's surprise she didn't correct the nurse either. She just replied "Yes?"
"We need to check your temperature and blood pressure."
"Ok! Asad, can you please give the form to the receptionist?"
"Sure!" taking the form from her and heading towards the receptionist. As he walked towards the reception, he couldn't help but glance at the form to see the name written clearly as, "Mrs. Zoya Ahmed Khan," and the married check box ticked with the spouse name jotted down as, "Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan," all written in her pretty handwriting.
He couldn't help but smile a flashy smile as he handed over the form to the receptionist.
"Thank you, sir. After the vitals are checked the doctor will see you and your wife."
"Thank you."
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"The vitals are quite normal. Nothing to worry there. We will take a few tests and then you can leave. As regards to the short period of memory loss you had experienced, there is nothing to be panicked about, we can take a MRI scan and we can see if there is any damage inside your skull. If there isn't, there is nothing to be worried about."
"MRI scan? Is it safe?" asked Asad, a little concerned.
"Yes, Mr...Asad, is it? Nothing to worry about. Nurse, take her to the test room."
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Asad followed Zoya and the nurse into the room.
Asad watched as the nurse set to work.
"Wait! Is that the needle you are going to use on her?"
"Yes, sir."
"No you can't."
"Sorry, sir. What?"
"It's huge. It will hurt her."
"Sorry sir. I have to," turning to Zoya she asked, "Madam, do you have a problem with it?"
Though a little surprised at Asad's rudeness, she managed, "Absolutely not."
Knowing he was not going to win, he kept quiet.
He flinched when the nurse swabbed her arm with the alcohol. The needle was just inches from her arm. He felt pain when the sting of the needle pierced her skin. He stumbled as she started giggling. The nurse looked from him to the mess he had made as he had knocked on the side table.
"Er. Sorry?"
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave the room sir. We will call you once all the tests are done."
"Zoya, you will be ok, right?"
"Of course, just go."
Quirked as he was, he left the room.
"Man, your husband loves you a lot."
"That he does," she replied smiling, looking longingly at the door he had just exited.
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Asad paced the corridor, getting more worried as the minute passed.
What if the results were positive?
It was just then it struck him like lightening. He would be a father.
He let out a nervous laugh. He couldn't explain what he was feeling at that exact moment. Was it excitement, fear, wonder, worry, love or confusion?
His trance was broken when he heard a loud cry behind him. He turned to the source of the sound. His gaze fell upon a wailing baby held by a father walking with his wife, past him. He was looking longingly at the baby and the couple. That is exactly how Zoya found him as she walked towards him as she followed his gaze as she placed a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Zoya?" as he turned to look at her.
"The tests are over."
"When will the results be out?"
"By tomorrow, I think."
"So...shall we head home?"
"Ya sure."
They headed towards the exit and Zoya didn't miss him glancing at the same couple yet again.
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All he had to do was to wait till tomorrow to know the result. He didn't know how he was going to handle the result. But he guessed the panic could wait. He turned on his bed to catch some sleep oblivious to the decoration that was going on in the hall with Dilshad's instructions.
(To be continued)
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