Ikram's POV
It's been a week since I was discharged from the hospital. I was admitted for only a day. Ever since I was discharged the routine was simply the same. Waking up,praying,breakfast on bed from Adnan and going to visit mama and sitting with her telling her I was back safe and secured,that she should just wake up but it's pretty useless and I'm starting to lose hope.
Adnan had been really supportive and understanding and even with all his efforts, I haven't really uttered a word to him. I'm always tempted but anytime I want to speak,I'm reminded of all the questions that I would be asked and I'm not ready for that yet. So I just stick to nodding my head and shaking my head and sometimes I watch how frustrated he gets but he always masks it with a smile.
I remember the day I was
