Chapter 151: Prayers Don't Work

Prayers Don't Work

He stirred in his sleep as his phone buzzed, and he picked it up.

"Shehryaar," Zaroon said from the other side. His voice depicting urgency.

"What happened?" he was quick to ask.

"Dua... she tried committing suicide again. I went to your house to get the documents you

asked for, and I found her lying on the floor."

"Where is she now?"

"I'm at the hospital. The doctors can't stabilize her condition. There are chances we might

lose her. Please come fast."

"I'm coming. Don't inform the haveli yet." The call was hung up as he rushed to the hospital.

This whole month had been full of surprises for her. Irtaza's and Moosa's kidnapping as

they went on the mission with him solely controlling the mafia. And not just this, he had to

deal with Zahra's kidnapping too, as his brother was drowning in the memories of his wife

and wasn't in a state to deal with business and the mafia, so Shehryaar had to deal with

everything.

But everything climaxed when he came to know of the biggest surprise his life could give

him.

His sister, Dua. She wasn't just married but pregnant. He pressed her to tell him about her

man, but she was afraid that he might find him and kill him.

His sister, all her life, had craved love, which she desperately tried finding in her life

partner. But given her family's involvement in dark politics and the mafia, nobody was

ready to accept her because of the family she came from. They all were scared. Her first

boyfriend broke up with her because of this reason, as she was deeply in love with that man.

Shehryaar had brought that guy to the brink of death for daring to reject her and warned

him not to get her involved with any guy ever again. But she was Dua Haider Syed, the only

sister of Irtaza Haider and Shehryaar Haider. She went against their commands, bringing

another man into her life whom she knew they wouldn't approve of.

When she was busy covering up the pain of her first breakup, she had met that man. She

caught his eye, and he caught her eye. They both got into a relationship, as they were very

serious about each other. Dua would often tell him about her family and the business they

ran, and he would keenly listen, claiming that he didn't care about anything. He accepted

her the way she was. One day, when Dua told him that Shehryaar might be suspecting them,

they both got married. To protect him from getting killed by his brothers and to get him

fully committed to this relationship, so he wouldn't ever leave her, she got pregnant with

him, as the baby would act as an unbreakable seal to this marriage, and he wouldn't leave

her.

And when he suddenly disappeared and stopped all contact with her, not responding to her

calls, she fell into depression and shifted to Shehryaar's house in Islamabad from the haveli

after Irtaza and Zahra were both retrieved.

The depression and anxiety increased, and she tried committing suicide, and her baby

passed away.

"What happened?" Shehryaar asked the doctor upon reaching the hospital.

"Her condition isn't getting stable. Her blood pressure, her heart rate—"

"She was recovering, doctor," he contended.

"Yes. But she tried killing herself again. And maybe there are chances she may not be able to

conceive again, given where she had stabbed herself."

"Her child is dead?" he said more as a statement than a question.

"Unfortunately, sir."

His eyes widened with shock as he closed them. Thick lashes shadowing his cheekbones as

his lips parted to take a deep breath.

"Bhai, protect my baby. Even from myself," her words echoed in his mind when he had

brought her to his mansion after knowing the truth she had been hiding. His sister was

already in the pit of depression.

"Will you? Do you promise? Meray bachay ki mujh se bhi zyada hifazat karni hai,"

(Protect my child at every cost)

"I promise," he had replied.

"You may go, doctor," Zaroon said to him.

"Sir, we will try our best," the doctor assured before leaving, and as he was passing through

Shehryaar, he grasped his arm and whispered just for his ears.

"People work well when they have something at stake. Now, isn't it?" Shehryaar asked.

The man gave a fearful nod.

"I have one of your sons in my custody," he told him, "and the rest you know." He stepped

away from him. "Now you will try your best," he spoke aloud. "Leave." And the doctor

scurried away from there.

The whole night, he was outside the ICU.

His ears reminiscing words of Zaroon, "Pray for her."

He closed his eyes and laid his head back against the wall. This was the first time when his

power, money, name, nothing could help him. Just a bunch of doctors. Rather, the doctors

couldn't help him either, as they told him they were as helpless as him.

He needed to pray. As Zaroon said.

Pray for his sister.

Because nothing could help him as much as a prayer would.

He almost scoffed at the thought.

With the piles of sins he had on his hands, did they think God would listen to him? Then

what was the use of praying?

Did not his mother pray too to save her and her lover from his family, but what happened...

she ended up dead. Hung from the ceiling.

If prayers worked, God would have saved his mother.

If his mother would be there to pray for him, then he wouldn't be like this. Then he wouldn't

be sitting alone here, trying to know how he was supposed to pray.

The monster he had been made into... prayers of such monsters do not get accepted.

If prayers really worked, then he wouldn't be in this position. Then he wouldn't see every

woman from the same angle. Then he wouldn't hesitate marrying Sheharzaad. Then he

wouldn't have ever asked Sheharzaad to spend a night with him. Then he wouldn't have to

make her go through mental torture to the point that no man's thought would dare cross

her mind.

Prayers don't work...

"Pray for her,"

The words again came to his mind.

"It is my last day in this world, Shehryaar beta. Take care of your sister. She will need a lot of

love. Find me in the stars."

It is my last day...

Last day...

Could this be his sister's last day too? He questioned himself, and before any answer could

hit his ears from within himself, he shook his head and stood up before going to search for

Zaroon.