It had been 3 days since Kabir was thrown out.
Peace had returned to Ahmed Palace.
Ayesha was going to college daily, Rayan was handling his company, and Dadi was planning for a grand party for Ayesha becoming a doctor.
Ayesha’s mother, Fatima Bibi, was now living in Ahmed Palace too.
Her kidney operation was successful, she was recovering.
She had a small room on ground floor, with a nurse.
That night, at 2 AM, Ayesha was studying in her bedroom for her medical test.
Rayan was sleeping next to her, tired from office.
Suddenly, Ayesha’s phone rang.
It was her mother’s nurse, crying.
“Madam Ayesha!
Madam Ayesha!
Come quickly!
Your mother…
your mother is vomiting blood!
She is not breathing properly!
I think someone…
someone gave her wrong medicine!” Ayesha’s book fell from her hand.
Her face turned white like paper.
“AMI!” she screamed and ran downstairs barefoot, white coat still on, without waking Rayan fully.
Rayan woke up with her scream.
“Ayesha?
What happened?” He ran behind her.
In her mother’s room, Fatima Bibi was on the bed, vomiting blood, unconscious, body shaking.
The nurse was crying.
Ayesha checked her pulse like a medical student.
Pulse very low.
She saw the medicine table.
There was a new injection bottle, which nurse said she didn’t give.
“Who gave this injection?” Ayesha shouted at nurse.
“I don’t know, Madam!
I went to bathroom for 5 minutes!
When I came back, this bottle was there and your mother was like this!
And the window was open!
Someone came from window!” Rayan checked the window.
It was open and there were footprints of a man in the garden mud.
Someone had jumped from window.
“Call ambulance!
Call Dr.
Shah!
Quickly!” Rayan shouted at security.
Ambulance came in 10 minutes.
Fatima Bibi was taken to the best hospital, Ahmed Hospital, which was owned by Rayan’s company.
Doctor Shah, the best kidney doctor, checked her and came out with serious face.
“Mr.
Rayan, Mrs.
Ayesha, it’s poisoning.
Someone injected her with a high dose of potassium chloride, which can stop heart and kidney.
It’s not a normal mistake, it’s attempted murder.
Who would want to kill a 50-year-old recovering patient?” Ayesha fell to the floor, crying loudly.
“My mother…
who would want to kill my mother?
She never harmed anyone!
She is so poor, so simple!
Why?” Rayan held her and his eyes were red with anger and tears.
He knew who did it.
Only one man could do such a dirty thing to a poor sick woman.
“Kamran,” he whispered.
“My father.
Or Kabir.
Only they can fall so low to attack a sick mother.” Dadi came to hospital, crying, holding her stick.
“My daughter-in-law’s mother…
who did this?
Allah will not forgive him!” Police came.
They took the injection bottle for fingerprint check.
Ayesha was sitting outside ICU, not eating, not drinking, just praying, holding Quran in her hands, tears falling on it.
She had not slept for 20 hours.
Rayan sat next to her, holding her hand.
“Ayesha, your mother will be okay.
Dr.
Shah is best doctor.
And I have called 5 more best doctors from London.
They are coming.
Don’t worry.” “Rayan, if my mother dies…
I…
I will die too…
She is my only family left after my father died…
I…
I became doctor to save people like her, but I couldn’t save my