Sidra's POV:

"S-Sidra?", Shehry looked up at me, with his eyes full of confusion. "Yeh kaisi shart hai?"

I nodded, "Haan Shehry, Sidra. Just promise me iska naam Sidra hoga!", holding his hand within mine.

"How can I promise that Sidra? How can we name her Sidra?", he let go of his hand with a jerk. "Band karo yeh bakwaas."

"Bu-but Sidra...", he was cut off by the doctor who walked into the room.

"How are you feeling now?", she asked, gently stroking my hair.

"Fine.", I nodded.

"That's good to hear.", she smiled. "The baby's doing too." She turned to Shehry, "How's the father doing?", she chuckled.

"Good.", he laughed a bit.

"Shehryyyyy", Maha barged in right then, "Bhabhiiiiii! Where's the baby?"

She ran towards the baby, and picked her up. "Oh my god! She's so cute and adorable!", she said, placing a kiss on the baby's cheek.

"What are you guys gonna name her?" she asked, and before we could say anything she mentioned, "Name her something with "M", after her phupo!"

"Bas karo Maha...", Mama walked in behind her and took the baby into her arms.

"MashAllah such a beautiful baby girl. Haina?", she handed her to baba and he nodded.

"Akhir bhatiji kiski hai?", came in Hussain. "Apne hero chacha pe gayi hai."

"Ofcourse, chahey kuch bhi ho, yeh apni tareef karna kabhi nahi bhooltey.", Sana said, smacking him on his hand.

"Kyu bhai? Aapki kya problem hai? Tareef apni kar raha hoon na.", he shrugged.

I laughed.

"Bhabhi..dekhein toh! Tareef apni karu toh kisi aur ko problem."

"Bas oye! Ghar chalo..phir batati hu aapko tareef.", Sana giggled.

Soon everyone got busy, cuddling and playing with the baby that no one noticed that Shehry wasn't in the room.

Shehry's POV:

"May I come in?", I knocked on the doctor's room, and walked in.

He was sitting on his desk going through a few reports.

"Ah, Shehry. Come in. I was just looking at your wife's reports.", he said putting down the files.

"Is everything okay Doctor?", I asked,a s I pulled the chair and sat down. "Everything normal?"

"Yeah, everythings fine, she's doing good and so is the baby. Everything is clear from my side." He said. "Just waiting on the reports from the neurologist and the oncologist."

"I'm sorry?", I looked up at him, "I think you're mistaken. I'm Sidra's husband. Sidra Asif."

He laughed, "Yeah, I know. I'm talking about Sidra Asif."

"But you just said neurologist and oncologist. Umm...as far as I know, pregnancy and delivery doesn't require a neurologist or an oncologist."

"Mr. Asif, like I said, her pregnancy and delivery had no complications. Its all clear from my side. We're just waiting for the reports on her brain cancer."

"Br-Brain what?", I was sure I misheard that.

I'm sure he said brain...brain...brain what? He said brain cancer Shehry. No this cant be. This cant be true. Brain cancer? Sidra? No.

"Looks like fatherhood has had an effect on you. Brain cancer Mr. Asif.", he said, "You do know that your wife has been diagnosed with a stage 4 tumor in her brain."

"I-I'm sorry....ex-excuse me..I'll j-just be back.", made my way out of the room, across the hallway into Sidra's room.

Everyone was still inside the room, Hussain cradling the baby, Maha playing trying to make her laugh, mama by Sidra. Sana was on the phone, and so was baba.

I glanced at what everyone was doing before finally landing my eyes onto Sidra, who had noticed me enter the room.

Sidra's POV:

Shehry entered the room in a few minutes. He looked at everyone else before finally looking at me.

As soon as his eyes landed onto mine, I sense something was wrong. I got this weird feeling on the inside that he knew it. I don't know how, but I just felt like he knew everything.

I forced a smile at him, while he just stared back at me blankly.

"Arey Shehry, come in. We were all waiting for you to return. Where were you?", Mama noticed Shehry by the door.

"I was with the doctor.", he said, looking at me at he word 'doctor'.

I knew it.

My heart cringed, as chills ran down my spine.

"Oh is everything fine?", she asked him.

"Yeah", he nodded, "Everything", he said looking at me again, "Is fine.."

I nodded my head from sided to side, very slowly, as a tear ran down my cheek.

"That's good. We should get going. You're staying here with Sidra right?"

"Yeah!", he replied.

They all had their final looks at the baby, before bidding us a goodbye, and left.

An awkward silence had crept into the room right after everyone left, and I decided to break it.

"She-", but before I could even complete it, he spoke.

"Tumor."

"Shehry, I'm sorry. I should've-", but he didn't let me complete again.

"Should've told me earlier? Why? Who am I? I'm no one. Right?", he spoke. "I'm a fucking no body, who doesn't need to know anything.", he punched the wall next to him.

"Shehry!", I cried in surprise, almost as if it were a reflex action.

"Stop it! Stop calling me that!"

"Shehry please, listen to me.", I cried.

"No, you listen to me. I have been quite all this while, but now I'm gonna talk and youre gonna shut up listen to me. Do you understand?", he demanded, his eyes raging red with anger.

"Is that why you had those headaches all the time? I that why you kept fainting?", he asked.

I nodded, "Yes."

"And I always associated it with your pregnancy.", he said.

I noticed his hand that he had just punched into the wall, leaving a crack there. Blood was dripping from his knuckles, onto the floor.

"Shehry, I will listen to you, but please, wipe your hand.", I said, pointing at his hand. "Here..", I sid handing out a napkin.

He looked at his hand, and then looked down at the blood that had dripped down on the floor.

He walked towards me and snatched the napkin from hand, wiping away the blood on his hand.

I patted my hand next to me, asking him to sit down.

He looked at me in my eyes, and then sat down.

"Why? Why did you do this to me?"

"Shehry, I know its my fault. I know I should've told it to you earlier. And trust me, I wanted to. But put yourself in my shoes. If you were in my place, would you ever be able to tell me?"

"But Sidra...."

"No Shehry, answer me.", I demanded.

"No." he answered, "But Sidra, we can get you treated somewhere else. I'll take you to the best doctor in the world. I need you. Our daughter needs you. You can't leave us.", he said.

"I'm sorry Shehry. Its not in my hands.", I wiped away the tears that were rolling down his cheeks.

"I don't want to get it treated. I was diagnosed in stage 4.. It has no cure.", is said.

"You haven't been getting treatment?", I asked in surprise.

"No." she nodded, "Whether I get chemotherapy done, or not, I have to die. There is no cure to this dreadful disease."

"Sidra..no! Don't say that. I love you. You cant leave me.", he grabbed my hands.

"I love you t-t-oo S-Shehry...h-hamesha and f-f-forverer!", whispered. I felt out of breath.

"S-Shehry", ni tried catching my breath, "I-I"

"I what Sidra? Are you okay?"

"S-Shehry I—Doc—Call."

Shehry's POV:

Suddenly I could here a beep coming from one of those machines attached to her body.

"Sidra...Sidra are you okay?", I yelled.

"Doc-Doc"

"DAMN IT! DOCTOR!"

The doctor barged into the room and pressed a few buttons on the machine.

"Sir, we need to take her into the ICU. Please move aside.", he said, handing something to the nurse.

"Is she okay?", I panicked, as I watched her hyperventilate.

"Sir, you need to leave.", he said in a firm tone, and the nurse grabbed my arm asking my to leave the room.

"But Doctor."

But before I could say anything, the nurse had pulled me out of the rom, and I watched them take my Sidra into the ICU.

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After about 45 minutes, the doctor walks out of the ICU.

Shehry rus upto him an asks about an update on his wife's condition. The doctor looks up at Shehry, grabs his hand and walks him over to the chair.

"Doctor...tell me what happened..", Shehry yells.

"Sir, please sit down."

Shehry sits down on the chair, while the doctor still holds on to his hand.

"Mr. Asif, I'm sorry to inform you, but your wife is no more."