Scene 1 — Morning Light in Room 207
The soft rays of the early morning sun filtered gently through the half-drawn blinds of Room 207. A faint golden glow settled over the room, giving it an unusually peaceful appearance—something no one had felt here for a long time.
Kamran lay propped slightly upright, supported by pillows. His eyes were open, watching the slow movement of nurses in the hallway beyond the glass panel. His breathing was calm, steady. The dark circles under his eyes had faded a little, and a slight warmth had returned to his cheeks.
Aneela sat beside him, holding a cup of warm water.
"Kamran… let's try again. Just a sip."
He blinked slowly and parted his lips. Aneela brought the straw close. Kamran pulled in a small sip, swallowed gently, and exhaled.
Maryam, who had returned early that morning, clapped softly. "MashAllah, this is good. Very good."
Aneela smiled, tears gathering. "He's doing better each day."
Maryam stepped closer, adjusting the blanket at Kamran's feet. "Look at you… improving like a fighter."
Kamran moved his fingers very slightly, as if acknowledging her words.
The nurse entered with a chart. "Good morning. Well… looks like we're having a good start today."
Aneela looked at her eagerly. "How is his progress?"
"Honestly," the nurse replied, scanning the chart, "it's impressive. His vitals are stable. His hydration levels are improving. If he continues like this, the doctor might start soft foods in a few days."
Maryam's smile widened. "Alhamdulillah."
Aneela placed her hand gently on Kamran's arm. "You're coming back to us."
Kamran blinked, his gaze soft.
Outside, footsteps approached, and Haroon appeared with a coffee cup in hand.
"You all started without me," he said, stepping inside.
Maryam teased, "You're late. Today he drank water without hesitation."
Haroon leaned close to Kamran. "Very good, bhai. Keep surprising everyone like this."
A faint upward curve appeared near the corner of Kamran's lips—so subtle that no one was sure, but Aneela gasped anyway.
"He smiled," she whispered.
Maryam laid a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe he did."
Aneela's eyes filled again. "Even a little sign is enough for me."
Haroon set his coffee aside. "I have a feeling today will be a good day."
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Scene 2 — After Work Visits
Every evening after office hours, Haroon made it a routine to visit the hospital.
Sometimes he brought flowers, sometimes a small snack for Aneela, sometimes just his presence. His calm attitude had become a source of comfort for the entire family. He would sit beside Kamran, talk softly, often repeating:
"You'll walk out of here soon. We're all waiting for you."
Kamran listened silently but attentively.
That evening, as Haroon entered the room, Aneela greeted him with a tired but relieved smile.
"You're here."
"Of course," Haroon replied. "How is he today?"
"He drank two more sips," Maryam announced proudly. "He even opened his eyes longer."
Haroon nodded. "That's great."
He sat beside Maryam while she wrapped her shawl tighter around herself.
"You resting well at home?" he asked.
Maryam exhaled. "Last night was the first peaceful sleep I had in days."
"Good. You needed it."
Their voices were low, respectful of the quiet atmosphere.
Aneela watched her husband, touched his hand gently, and whispered, "Aap jaldi theek ho jao… hum sab aap ka intezaar kar rahe hain."
A softness, almost a flicker, passed across Kamran's eyes.
Haroon quietly stepped back. "I'll get some tea for everyone."
As he walked out, he felt a sense of calm—like everything was slowly falling back into place.
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Scene 3 — Between Playfulness and Something New
Back at home, another story was quietly beginning.
Rimsha, who had been staying with Maryam to help with the children, had begun noticing something unusual in herself. Every time Imran walked into the room—his calm smile, his responsible tone, his way of talking to the boys—something fluttered inside her.
And Imran wasn't as unaware as he pretended to be.
One evening, after helping Ubaid with his homework, Imran walked into the kitchen where Rimsha was preparing dinner. The soft sound of chopping vegetables filled the air.
Imran leaned against the counter. "Rimsha, you cooked all this alone?"
She nodded, brushing a strand of hair back. "Yes… Maryam wasn't home yet, so I thought I should help."
"You're doing more than helping," he said quietly. "You're taking care of the house."
Rimsha hesitated, cutting slowing. "It's nothing. They're family."
Imran smiled slightly. "You've changed the house, you know? It feels lighter with you around."
Her hands froze. Her breath caught for a moment.
She spoke without looking up, her voice soft. "I'm just trying."
Imran stepped closer, picking up plates from the shelf. "Let me help."
"You? Helping in the kitchen?" she teased.
"Why not?" he replied. "I'm a very capable man."
She shook her head, smiling to herself. "Your confidence scares me sometimes."
Imran turned slightly toward her. "And you… confuse me sometimes."
Rimsha's heart skipped.
Before she could respond, Ubaid ran in. "Uncle Imran! I found your phone! It was under the sofa!"
Imran took it, laughing. "See? This is why I don't keep valuable things near you."
Rimsha giggled softly.
But the moment was not lost between them.
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Scene 4 — Gentle Conversations in the Quiet
That night, after the children slept, Rimsha stepped outside to the terrace for a moment of fresh air. The sky was deep blue, dotted with stars. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves.
Behind her, the door clicked open.
Imran stepped out.
"You're awake?" Rimsha asked quietly.
"Couldn't sleep," he said, standing beside her. "Too many thoughts today."
"Same here."
For a moment, they simply stood under the sky, silence stretching comfortably between them.
Imran finally spoke, his voice gentler than usual.
"You know… it's been a long time since I saw this house filled with laughter."
Rimsha looked at him. "Maryam's strength does that. She holds everyone together."
Imran nodded. "Yes. But there is another reason."
She blinked. "What?"
"You."
Rimsha's breath caught again. Her fingers tightened on the terrace railing.
"Me? I don't think I've done anything special."
Imran smiled softly. "You don't see it. But we all do."
Her cheeks warmed.
Before she could reply, the sound of Maryam arriving home broke the moment, and Imran stepped back slightly.
But something real had formed in that quiet moment under the stars.
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Scene 5 — A Hospital Full of Hope
A few days later, Maryam and Haroon arrived at the hospital early. Aneela stood at the window of Kamran's room, her eyes brighter than before.
"He sat up today," she announced excitedly as they entered. "With help… but he sat!"
Maryam hurried to the bedside. "Really?"
Kamran blinked, looking slightly more aware than before.
Haroon leaned forward. "Well done, bhai. Keep going."
The doctor entered shortly after. "Good news. His recovery is progressing steadily. We'll continue therapy. If everything goes well, you may be able to take him home in a few weeks."
Aneela covered her mouth, tears of joy spilling over. "Home?"
"Yes," the doctor smiled. "It's possible now."
Maryam hugged Aneela tightly. "This is the best news."
Haroon added softly, "Told you. He's a fighter."
Kamran looked at all of them, his eyes showing a depth of recognition that had been missing for weeks.
The family felt it—hope returning to their hearts.
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Scene 6 — Shared Happiness
Late afternoon sunlight poured into the room as the atmosphere turned lighter. The worry that had once filled the air now shifted into warmth, laughter, and tender conversations.
Aneela fed a few spoonfuls of warm broth to Kamran, who swallowed slowly.
"This is good," she whispered. "You're finally eating again."
Maryam sat on the sofa, smiling softly. "I feel like our house finally has a future again."
Haroon leaned against the wall, observing everything with a peaceful smile. "You all deserve this happiness."
The nurse peeked inside. "He's improving quickly. Families like yours make a difference… he feels your love."
Aneela nodded gratefully.
As the evening sun lowered behind the building, casting long golden shadows, the room felt like a sanctuary of healing.
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Scene 7 — New Beginnings at Home
Meanwhile back home, Rimsha prepared tea in the kitchen when Imran entered.
"Want some help?" he asked.
She laughed. "You helped enough last time. You almost burned the roti."
"That was an experiment," he said confidently. "Great scientists fail many times."
Rimsha raised an eyebrow. "You think you're a scientist now?"
"I'm a man of many talents."
"Hmm," she said, pretending to doubt him. "We'll see."
He stepped closer, a gentleness in his tone.
"You know… I like talking to you."
Rimsha paused, teacup in her hand.
"I like talking to you too," she whispered.
Their eyes met.
Before anything more could be said, the boys ran in yelling, "Aunty! Uncle! Look what we drew!"
The moment dissolved… but the feeling lingered.
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Scene 8 — Smiles Returned
Later that night, Maryam and Haroon returned home from the hospital, carrying the day's good news.
Rimsha and Imran were setting dinner on the table. The boys ran to Maryam excitedly.
"Mama! Mama! Kamran uncle better now?"
Maryam hugged them. "Yes… better every day."
Rimsha beamed. "Alhamdulillah. That's wonderful."
Imran added warmly, "Soon he'll be back home."
Maryam looked at them—this home, this new harmony, these people who stood beside her.
Her heart felt full.
Haroon took his seat and said softly, "Today… felt like the beginning of something new."
Maryam nodded. "Yes… for all of us."
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Scene 9 — A Gentle Peace Returns
That night the house was quiet, peaceful.
The family sat together after dinner—talking, laughing, planning the coming days.
Rimsha and Imran exchanged small, shy glances.
Aneela at the hospital remained hopeful.
Kamran slept deeply, healing slowly.
Maryam leaned back on the sofa, watching her family rediscover happiness.
She whispered to herself:
"Thank You, Allah… for giving us strength."
For the first time in a long time, the world felt right again.
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End of Chapter