Scene 1 — Slow but Steady Recovery
The winter sun spilled softly through the hospital window, casting warm streaks of gold across the white floor tiles. Kamran lay in his hospital bed, his breathing steady, his eyes clearer than they had been in weeks.
A month had passed since the dreadful day he was brought here. Now, the atmosphere in Room 207 felt different—lighter, calmer, filled with cautious hope.
Aneela was adjusting his blanket when the door opened and Haroon entered, his uniform neatly pressed, a file tucked under his arm.
"Assalam-o-Alaikum," he greeted warmly.
Aneela smiled. "Walaikum assalam. You're early today."
Haroon placed the file on the chair and approached the bed. "Had to finish a briefing, so I came before going home. How's he doing today?"
Aneela looked at Kamran lovingly. "Better than yesterday. He ate almost half a bowl of soup."
Haroon leaned slightly closer. "Kamran bhai, you're making great progress. Keep going."
Kamran's lips moved slowly. "Tha…nk… you…"
Aneela gasped softly. "He said thank you!"
Haroon blinked in surprise, his face softening. "MashAllah."
Maryam, who had arrived minutes earlier, clapped silently with a bright smile. "Your voice is coming back slowly."
Aneela wiped a tear. "Allah ka shukar… after so long."
The nurse walked in with the medicine tray. "Good to see improvement. The doctor says if progress continues, he might be able to go home in a week."
Haroon exhaled in relief. "That's great news."
Maryam stood at the bedside. "We'll all take care of him at home too."
Kamran blinked gratefully. He was weak, still fragile, but there was light returning to his face.
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Scene 2 — A Busy Life at ATS Headquarters
Later that week, Haroon walked briskly into the ATS building. His new post demanded his full attention—investigation meetings, intelligence reports, security coordination. Yet, despite the workload, his thoughts repeatedly returned to the hospital.
Inside the operations room, Captain Nabeel approached him with a tablet.
"Sir, the new updates from Rawalpindi sector."
Haroon scanned the report. "Good. We'll review these in tomorrow's security briefing."
Nabeel saw tiredness in his eyes.
"Sir, have you been sleeping well?"
Haroon managed a small grin. "Not much. One day at a time."
Another officer chimed in, "Sir, you always go to the hospital after office?"
Haroon nodded. "Yes. Kamran is family."
"May Allah give him full recovery," the officer replied respectfully.
"Ameen," Haroon said softly.
Despite the demands of national security, he made sure to visit Kamran daily. He never missed a day.
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Scene 3 — Another Step Forward
One late afternoon, Haroon entered the hospital room to find Kamran sitting upright with the help of pillows.
Maryam was helping him stretch his fingers, and Aneela was holding a cup of lukewarm water.
Haroon's eyes widened. "He's sitting?"
Aneela smiled proudly. "Doctor Basit insisted on sitting training today. It takes time, but he's strong."
Maryam added, "We're doing exercises daily."
Haroon looked genuinely happy. "Bhai, this is incredible."
Kamran's voice was faint but clearer.
"Ha…roon…"
Haroon bent close. "I'm right here."
Aneela placed a hand on her heart. "Allah ka shukar."
It was a beautiful, long-awaited moment.
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Scene 4 — Quiet Feelings Growing Louder
Back home, life had become unusually warm.
Rimsha sat in the kitchen grading some papers while Imran prepared tea—trying to prove he had learned something in the past weeks.
"Be careful," she warned gently. "Last time you put too much sugar."
Imran smirked. "Trust me today. I'm getting better."
Rimsha lifted her eyes, watching him move around the kitchen confidently.
"Since when do you know all this?" she teased.
"Since someone started living here and making everything look too perfect," Imran shot back.
Her cheeks warmed slightly.
"I didn't do anything special."
He leaned against the counter, folding his arms. "You did. You made the house lively. You take care of the kids. You help Maryam. And…" he paused, "you've made me laugh again. It's been a long time."
Rimsha looked away, flustered. "Life… teaches us to care for each other."
Imran quietly added, "And sometimes… it teaches us who we feel connected to."
Her heart skipped a beat.
Before she could reply, the whistle of the kettle shook the silence.
Ubaid rushed in. "Uncle Imran! Aunty! Can you check my math question?"
Rimsha blinked, relieved by the interruption.
"Bring it here, beta."
Imran glanced at her with a soft smile.
The unspoken feeling between them grew a little stronger every day.
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Scene 5 — Exam Season Begins
At home, Maryam gathered Ubaid and Irfan at the dining table after dinner. Their final exams were only a few days away.
"Books out, both of you," she said firmly but lovingly.
Ubaid groaned dramatically. "Mamaaa… just five minutes?"
"No," she said with a raised eyebrow. "You had enough playing time."
Irfan quickly placed his books on the table. "Okay Mama, I'm ready."
Maryam smiled proudly. "That's my good boy."
Ubaid gave Irfan a jealous look.
"You're trying to become Mama's favorite!"
"I already am," Irfan teased.
Maryam tapped Ubaid's head gently. "You both are my favorites."
They grinned.
Rimsha and Imran joined them, offering help.
Imran pointed at a science question.
"Ubaid, look at the diagram again. What does the label show?"
Ubaid squinted. "Umm… oh! It's the solar panel!"
"Exactly," Imran replied.
On the other side of the table, Irfan looked at Rimsha helplessly.
"Aunty… yeh wali word samajh nahi aa rahi."
She leaned closer. "This one means 'predict.' Like guessing with understanding."
"Ohhh," Irfan nodded. "Then it's easy!"
Maryam watched them all with a soft smile.
This house—even after everything—was full of love.
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Scene 6 — Haroon Returns Late
That night, after completing a security briefing and signing a pile of documents, Haroon drove home with tired eyes.
As he entered the house, he heard faint laughter from the living room.
Rimsha was checking Irfan's reading.
Imran was helping Ubaid solve a long math question.
Maryam looked up as Haroon entered. "You're late today."
Haroon loosened his tie. "Long meeting. How are the exams going?"
Ubaid answered proudly, "Papa, I solved ten questions."
Haroon patted his head. "Good job, beta."
Irfan showed his book. "Papa see! My handwriting is neat!"
Haroon nodded approvingly. "Very neat."
Maryam stood up and reached for a glass of water. "You look tired."
Haroon accepted it. "Just work… but seeing all of you makes it better."
Rimsha and Imran exchanged a glance—soft, warm, comfortable.
It had become a home filled with love, effort, and small joys.
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Scene 7 — A Precious Moment at the Hospital
The next day, Haroon and Maryam visited the hospital again. Kamran was sitting with a physiotherapist who was helping him move his legs gently.
"You're doing very well," the therapist said.
Kamran exhaled weakly. "Tired."
Aneela stroked his arm. "Bas thodi der aur."
Haroon stepped forward. "How is today's session?"
The therapist replied, "Very good. He's responding quickly. He might take his first assisted steps in a few days."
Maryam clapped lightly. "MashAllah!"
Aneela whispered to her, "You've been such a support for us."
Maryam squeezed her hand. "We're family. Always."
Kamran opened his eyes and looked at Haroon.
"Har…oon…"
Haroon leaned closer. "Ji bhai?"
"Thank… you… for… not… giving… up…"
Haroon swallowed hard.
"Never. We don't leave family."
Aneela cried softly. "Allah aap ko khush rakhe."
Kamran's eyes glistened.
He wasn't fully back yet, but he was no longer lost.
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Scene 8 — Closer Than Before
Later that evening, Maryam and Rimsha prepared dinner while talking softly.
"Exams are stressing the boys," Maryam said.
"They'll do great," Rimsha replied. "You teach them so well."
Maryam smiled. "They're lucky to have you too."
Rimsha hesitated. "And… Imran?"
Maryam paused, looking at her curiously.
"What about him?"
Rimsha flushed. "Nothing… he's very helpful."
Maryam teased gently. "Only helpful?"
Rimsha looked down, unable to hide the smile spreading across her lips.
Maryam stepped closer.
"Rimsha, your eyes say more than your words."
Rimsha whispered, "I don't know what's happening… but… I feel something."
Maryam placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Sometimes Allah brings people closer for a reason."
Rimsha looked down, shy but glowing.
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Scene 9 — Late Night Study, Early Morning Hope
That night stretched into long hours of studying.
Maryam sat between her sons, explaining concepts clearly.
"Repeat the definition again," she said.
Ubaid recited with confidence.
"Excellent," she replied.
Irfan finished his revision and leaned against her. "Mama… I'm sleepy."
Maryam kissed his forehead. "Okay, bas last page."
Meanwhile, in the living room, Imran replayed Rimsha's words in his mind.
Something deep inside him felt hopeful.
When Maryam tucked the boys into bed, Ubaid whispered:
"Mama… Papa is strong. Kamran uncle will be okay?"
Maryam smiled softly. "Yes, beta. Allah is healing him. You keep praying."
Irfan hugged her. "Good night Mama."
"Good night, meri jaan."
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Scene 10 — A Month of Change
The calendar showed that a month had quietly passed.
A month of fear turning into relief.
A month of pain turning into healing.
A month of two hearts—Imran and Rimsha—discovering something unexpected.
A month of Ubaid and Irfan studying harder than ever.
A month of Haroon balancing duty and family with courage.
Maryam stood alone at the hallway window late at night, looking at the city lights.
Haroon approached softly. "You're awake?"
She nodded. "Just thinking… so much changed in one month."
Haroon exhaled slowly. "Yes. But Alhamdulillah… most of it for good."
Maryam smiled. "Yes… for good."
Soon the exams would end.
Soon Kamran would come home.
Soon… new chapters would begin.
The house slept peacefully—filled with love, hope, and the quiet promise of better days.
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