Yugh had lost all sense of reason.
Inside the ambulance, he lunged forward, desperately trying to separate the intertwined hands of the two bodies. His fingers trembled as he pulled, again and again,but their hands were rigid, stiffened by death, locked together as if even the end could not part them. 😖
It was useless.
Realizing this, Yugh stumbled back. His breathing grew uneven as he ran his hands through his hair, gripping and pulling at it in agony. 😤
"This can't be real… this can't be real," he whispered repeatedly.
His mind refused to accept what his eyes had seen. Blindly, desperately, he still believed in Zahra. Somewhere deep inside, he clung to the hope that there was an explanation,one that would erase this unbearable scene. 😑
On the other side of the ambulance, Anisa sat in silence.
Her body was still, but her mind was not.
Memories flooded her, her life with Zayan, their laughter, arguments, shared mornings, quiet nights, and promises that now felt painfully hollow. Every moment replayed itself like fragments of a broken film. 💔
How did it come to this?
That single question echoed in her heart all the way to the hospital, growing heavier with every passing second. 💭