Soft morning light entered the hospital room.
Birds chirped outside.
A new day had begun.
But for Zayn…
Every second still felt like hell.
He sat beside Ayesha's bed all night.
No sleep.
No rest.
Only prayers.
"Please, Allah… give her back to me," he whispered.
Her fingers were cold in his hands.
Suddenly—
They moved.
Just a little.
Zayn froze.
"Ayesha…?" he whispered.
Her eyelashes trembled.
Slowly…
Her eyes opened.
Blurred.
Confused.
"Z… Zayn…?" she murmured.
His breath stopped.
"She's awake!" he shouted.
Doctors rushed in.
Nurses checked monitors.
Vitals improved.
"She's stable," the doctor said with relief.
"She's out of danger—for now."
Tears fell from Zayn's eyes.
He held her hand.
"I'm here," he said softly.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Ayesha looked at him quietly.
"I thought… I lost you," she whispered.
He shook his head.
"Never."
Later, when they were alone…
Zayn leaned closer.
"I know I hurt you," he said.
"I lied. I hid things. I failed you."
"But I love you."
"More than my life."
She looked away.
"I'm still scared," she admitted.
"Of trusting you again."
He nodded.
"You don't have to forgive me now."
"I'll wait."
"As long as it takes."
Her eyes softened.
Ryan's Warning
Outside, Ryan stood with Zayn.
"Adrian isn't finished," he said seriously.
"He escaped."
"And… he has help."
Zayn's face hardened.
"From who?"
Ryan hesitated.
"From inside your company."
Betrayal.
Again.
That night…
A message arrived on Zayn's phone.
Unknown number.
"Congratulations. She survived."
"But can the baby?"
"Let's play again. —A"
Zayn crushed the phone in his hand.
He looked at Ayesha sleeping peacefully.
And swore—
"No one will touch you again."
In another city…
Adrian smiled at a woman sitting beside him.
She turned around.
It was Lina.
Free.
And dangerous.