Ahmad's POV
After I got back home from Ikram's, I went straight to my room and dialled her number. She picked on the second ring.
"Hayatee." I cooed.
"Habiby." She replied. I loved it when she calls me that.
"How was your day? Just coming back from Ikram's."
"It was good. Oh. How is she?"
"She's pulling through. I mean,how does she feel knowing that her husband doesn't remember her. I feel for her Wallah."
"Allah sarki. May Allah grant him quick recovery."
"Ameen Ameen Hayatee."
"I still can't believe we're back together. I thought you hated me. After all I did, I don't feel like I deserve you."
"Shh Hayatee. It's all in the past. If Allah can forgive us,who are we not to forgive others. Yes what you did hurt me. I never wanted to see you again. I was so mad at you. And then one
