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Bilal was seated in his room, in deep thoughts, when Zynah walked in.

She took a seat beside him on the bed and handed him some tablets and a glass of water. "It's time for your medicines," she said, her voice soft as always.

Bilal took the pills from her, his fingers brushing hers in the process. "Thank you," He said. Then, with a swift movement, he put the pills in his mouth and pushed them down with a gulp of water.

"You're welcome," Zynah replied with a smile. "How is Nazmeera doing? Any improvement?"

"No,"He shook his head, his voice heavy. "She's still unconscious."

"May Allah grant her a quick recovery," Zynah prayed, her voice filled with sincerity. She still felt extremely grateful to Nazmeera for saving her child.

"Ameen," He responded, his voice barely audible.

Without warning, he reached for her hand, intertwining his fingers in hers. Gently, he began to caress her skin. "I know Nazmeera has done a lot of bad things to us in the past," he began, his