Yumna's POV
I felt cold hands touching my hot warm cheeks. The hands seemed familiar. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Omar sitting on the bed, beside me.
Omar looked worried. He was checking my temperature. He put his cold hands on my forehead and then to my neck.
My heavy eyelids began to close again. I felt terribly weak.
Omar cupped my cheeks and shake my head again. "Yumna?" He called out, softly.
I opened my eyes again.
"Come on, don't go to sleep now," he said and then looked back where Helen, the maid, was standing. "Did she eat anything?"
Helen shook her head. "No, Mr. Chatti. Actually, I have asked her a few times but she denied it. She didn't even have her breakfast which is why I can't give her medicine yet."
Omar sighed and then looked at me. He looked angry and I just
