"How is he now?" I asked. I heard Shehzad chuckle on the other side. "He's as fit as a fiddle now." He replied.
"That's good; I think that you should bring him to New York now. You have been away for two weeks Shehzad and I miss you." I complained.
He chuckled. "Well I'm flattered. I didn't know that you were actually missing me." He rebuked humorously. I laughed—it was so great to hear him laugh again after those three weeks of t*****e. After that day when the doctors had told us that the Chairman was in the clear, we had been relieved only to know later that he slipped into a coma for a whole week while the others were alright and discharged soon after.
Shehzad refused to leave his side for that entire time. Although I so badly wanted to be there for him and the Chairman yet sadly, Sh
