บททั้งหมดของ The Cage Of His Obsession: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The hospital corridor was dimly lit, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation. Haider's footsteps echoed through the silent hallway as he made his way towards Ameera's room. Anxiety gnawed at his insides, his heart weighed down by a myriad of emotions.As Haider entered the room, he was met with the sight of Ameera lying still on the hospital bed, connected to various monitors and machines. The room was filled with the soft beeping of medical equipment, creating a somber symphony that underscored Haider's fragile state of mind.The doctor who had been attending to Ameera stood up from his seat, his face etched with empathy and concern. Sensing the overwhelming presence of Haider, he quietly excused himself and left the room, leaving the two alone.Haider approached the bed slowly, his eyes fixed on Ameera's motionless form. His hands trembled with a mix of fear and longing as he reached out to touch her cheek, his fingertips grazing her delicate skin. A tear escaped his eye, tracing a s

It had been a week since Haider found himself unable to leave Ameera's side. His usually relentless empire had taken a back seat as he remained steadfastly devoted to her well-being. Every day, he watched over her fragile form, ensuring that she received the best care and attention the hospital could offer.Ameera, while appreciative of Haider's constant presence, had started to feel restless. The sterile walls of the hospital room began to suffocate her, and she longed for the familiarity and comfort of Haider's mansion. As she looked into his eyes, she gathered the courage to voice her request."Haider," she whispered softly, her voice still weak from her recent ordeal, "I don't want to spend any more time in this hospital. I want to go back to your mansion."Haider's brows furrowed with concern, unsure if it was too soon for Ameera to leave the medical care she needed. Yet, he recognized the fire in her eyes, the yearning to regain control over her life. He caressed her hand gently

In the opulent dining room, with its grand chandeliers casting a soft glow, Ian sat next to Haider, both men surrounded by an air of quiet tension. The table was adorned with an array of delicious breakfast dishes, prepared with utmost care. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, mingling with the scent of warm pastries.Ian sat beside Haider, their chairs positioned with a deliberate distance between them, a subtle reflection of Haider's position. Breakfast had been laid out meticulously, a display of culinary delights fit for a king.Ian, ever the conversationalist, was about to broach the subject of Ameera when Haider's piercing gaze silenced him. The unspoken understanding between them was palpable – Ameera's presence was off-limits for discussion at that moment. Haider, with a flicker of intensity in his eyes, changed the topic abruptly, his voice resonating through the room."Funeral done?" Haider inquired, his tone carrying a mixture of frustration and topic neglect

Ameera's heart raced with excitement as she stood in the grand foyer of the mansion, her eyes fixed on the entrance. She had spent most of her days confined within the walls of the luxurious estate, yearning for a taste of the outside world. Today, that longing was finally going to be fulfilled. And it was all thanks to Haider, the charming and considerate man who had captivated her heart. Just as Ameera was lost in her thoughts, she felt a gentle tug on her waist. Turning around, she found Haider standing behind her with a mischievous smile on his face. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he asked, "Shopping?" Ameera's face lit up with joy, and she nodded eagerly. The prospect of venturing outside and exploring the bustling streets filled her with anticipation. She had dreamt of this moment for so long, and now it was becoming a reality. As they made their way towards the car, Ameera's heart raced with each step. She couldn't help but imagine the countless possibilities awaiting h

As they reached Prerna's side, Abeer's heart pounded in his chest. Kneeling down beside her, he gently cupped her cheeks in his trembling hands, desperately trying to rouse her. Siddharth stood nearby, his eyes filled with concern, his gaze shifting between Abeer and the woman they both loved."Prerna, wake up," Abeer pleaded, his voice laced with worry. "Please, open your eyes."The room seemed to hold its breath, the silence weighing heavily upon them. Abeer's fingers brushed against Prerna's skin, his touch filled with both tenderness and urgency.Siddharth watched the scene unfold, his heart torn between his love for Prerna and his concern for Abeer. He understood the depth of their connection, the bond they had forged over the years. But he also knew that Prerna's presence had ignited a different kind of love within him—a love that he had kept hidden, buried deep within his heart.As the scene shifted, Abeer and Siddharth found themselves in a different room, standing at the beds