Rain poured outside the hospital windows, matching the storm inside Zayn's heart.
Ayesha lay unconscious on the bed, her hand barely moving.
"Please… wake up," Zayn whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"I promise… I'll protect you… and our baby."
The monitor beeped erratically.
Doctors rushed around, giving instructions, but Zayn only held her hand tighter.
He remembered everything—the accident, the lies, the kidnapping, Lina's betrayal.
All the moments he could have done better.
All the times he had failed her.
"I failed you, Ayesha…" he murmured.
"But I'll fix it. I swear."
The doctor approached, voice grave.
"Mr. Black… the baby's heartbeat is strong. But Ayesha's condition is critical. She may not wake for a while."
Zayn's chest tightened.
He kissed her hand softly.
"I don't care… just stay alive. Please."
Outside, shadows moved in the rain.
A black car parked silently near the hospital entrance.
Someone was watching.
Adrian? Or someone even more dangerous?
Zayn didn't notice, consumed by fear and regret.
Ayesha's finger twitched.
Her lips moved.
And she whispered, barely audible:
"Zayn… don't… leave me…"
The rain outside turned heavier, as if the sky wept with him.