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Part 78:

 

Everyone (whining):  Not fair……

 

Kripa flashed her victorious smile as she carried Riddhima's son in her arms before everyone else.  Angad went and stood behind her and held the baby with her.

 

Armaan: awwwww…mere bete se jyada cute to aap dono lag rahe ho…

 

Kripa blushed while Angad rested his chin on her shoulder.

 

Angad (whispering): only four more months…then we'll be holding our baby like this too…

 

Kripa blushed into crimson red.  Kartik cleared his throat.

 

Kartik: kya hua Kripa???  Angad ne koi badmaashi ki kya??

 

Kripa: nahi to..

 

Kartik: accha accha…to lagta hai tumhare gaal bin vajah laal ho jaate hai…

 

Mishti: kya yaar…baksh do bechaari ko……har waqt waise bhi Angad pareshaan karta rehta hai..aur jab woh bandh karta hai to aap sab shuru ho jaate ho…

 

Kartik: ok chalo…baksh diya Kripa ko…Kripa ji…ab kya aap baby ko humein dene ka kasht karengi??

 

Kripa laughed and handed Kartik the baby.  Everyone took turns holding the baby.  The baby got tired of being shifted around so he started crying.  Riddhima took him from Mishti and put him to sleep.  Kartik and Mishti bid bye as Mishti was tired and wanted to sleep.  Everyone except for Angad-Kripa-Prateek left.

 

Kripa: so Riddhima…kya naam rakh rahi ho apne bete ka?

 

Riddhima: definitely Aman.

 

Angad: Kripa..woh dekho…

 

Angad pointed towards the crib.  Kripa saw prateek standing there looking into the crib at the little bundle of joy.  Kripa smiled and rested her chin in her palm while her elbow rested on the bed beside Riddhima.  Angad pulled out his phone and quickly snapped a few pictures.

 

Kripa: prateek??..

 

Prateek (walked up to Kripa): Mamma….car?

 

Angad(annoyed): PRATEEK..(suddenly remembered what kripa had told him)…nahi beta…car nahi hai…baby…bolo…bay-bee.

 

Kripa smiled proudly seeing that Angad was taking things calmly with prateek.

 

Prateek: car.

 

Angad: Kripa..ek kaam karo…tum riddhima se baatein kar lo…baad mein neeche aa jaana…mein prateek ko cars dikhata hoon…theek hai?

 

Kripa nodded.  Angad bid bye to Riddhima, Armaan, and kissed kripa's lips quickly before leaving the room.

 

Riddhima: mujhe nahi lagta Angad se romantic husband iss duniya mein koi aur hoga...seriously…he never gets tired of romancing his wife.  Unlike some husbands.

 

Riddhima gave a look to Armaan as if indicating that the last bit was directed towards him.  Armaan sat beside her.

 

Armaan: lagta hai meri pyaari ke mood swings abhi tak gaye nahi…

 

Kripa(giggled): Accha ek kaam karo…mein yahan se jaati hoon…mana lo apni pyaari ko…waise bhi agar mein jyada thak jaati hoon to Angad khaam Kha pareshaan ho jaata hai…

 

Kripa bade them bye as well and walked out into the corridor only to see it empty.

 

Kripa: yeh itni jaldi kahan chala gaya?..

 

She took the elevator down to the lobby and walked out.  She saw Angad standing across the street while pointing to different cars as prateek turned his head to them.  Angad saw her and waved at her before signaling her to stay where she was.  The street was busy and he didn't want her to try to cross it.  Angad carried prateek in his arms, crossed the street, and stopped a few steps away since there was a car coming from his right.  Kripa saw something that he didn't.  She was horrified to see another car approaching him from his left.

 

Kripa: ANGAD!!  MOVE!!

 

Angad looked at her as he heard his name and saw her running towards him.  He was puzzled at her sudden action.  She managed to push him out of the way but couldn't move out of the way before the car hit her.  The car hit her jerking her off onto another car.  Angad was appalled when he saw her lying on the road in a puddle of blood, between the two cars she was hit by.  He rushed towards her, still holding prateek in his arms.  There was a big enough crowd surrounding her by the time he reached.  He called her name as he turned her around and put her head onto his lap and patted her cheek.  He felt some liquid streaking down his thigh and instantly knew it was blood.  She had another head injury!  He knew very well what this could lead to.  He requested one of the women to bring prateek while he carried her into the hospital.  He thanked his stars for having a hospital at a few steps.

 

She was rushed into the OT.  Angad was the ex-surgeon at the hospital, so the staff knew him and gave the permission to accompany the other doctor with the surgery.  He dialed mishti's number and asked her to reach as soon as possible.  He also called Armaan.

 

Angad: Armaan!  Angad here!

 

Armaan: Angad??  Kya hua??  Itne pareshaan kyun lag rahe ho??

 

Angad: Armaan look..please don't question…I need you with me on the second floor of the same hospital…please try to be as soon as possible…prateek will need you..

 

Armaan: Par Angad hua kya??

 

Angad: Armaan…Kripa got into an accident!!

 

He almost choked on his voice as he tried his best to suppress his tears.  He couldn't cry…at least not now…he needed all his concentration to perform the surgery on her.  The lady brought prateek to the second floor as well.  Prateek ran to his father and looked at him pacing across the door waiting for them to be ready to have him in there.

 

Prateek: papa…(Angad turned around to look at his son)…mamma?

 

That did it.  Angad hugged his son and started sobbing like a baby.  Seeing his father cry, prateek started crying, chanting 'mamma' over and over again wanting to go to her, knowing that only she could make him feel better.  Just then Armaan rushed out of the elevator.  He saw the father-son sobbing outside the OT door.  He approached Angad and gave him a stronger shoulder to cry on.  Armaan stroked his back soothing him while prateek still clung to Angad's legs.

 

Armaan: Par Angad…yeh sab…kaise?

 

Angad told him the whole incident.  By the time he was done, Mishti approached him with their whole gang following.

 

Angad: Mishti!  Im sorry for calling you here like this but I need you for this surgery…Kripa needs us right now…I only want doctors that I can trust…I don't think I'll be able to trust anyone else with her…please..

 

Mishti: Kripa??  How did this happen though?

 

Nurse(coming out of the OT): Sir!...She's ready! 

 

Angad: alright…Mishti will accompany me with the surgery…

 

Nurse(nodded): I'll also go get Mrs.Gupta…since Mrs.Khanna is pregnant we'll need a gynecologist as well…

 

Angad was even more horrified than before.  In all of this he completely forgot that she was five months pregnant.

 

Angad: ****…….the baby!!!  She cant lose her baby again!!  She will be devastated!!

 

Mishti (pressed his shoulder): Don't worry…kuch nahi hoga..lets not waste time…

 

Both Angad and Mishti went into the OT.  Anjali and Aliyah took care of prateek because only they could keep him in control when Angad and Kripa weren't around.  Aliyah's gaze fell on Josh who stood there like a statue.  She got scared and shook him a little.

 

Aliyah: Josh!!  Say something!!!  JOSH!!!

 

Josh:  M..My Sister………My K..Kripa…

 

Aliyah hugged Josh waiting for him to breakdown.  Sadness and tears had taken over everyone just when they had thoughts things were better.

 

While on the other hand, Angad froze seeing her on the OT bed.  The oxygen mask, the blood supply, all the other instruments attached to her body.  It was a heart wrenching sight for him to see.  He managed to put on his gloves and mask without moving his gaze from her.  He glanced over at the beeping cardiogram.  His heart raced to see the abnormal heartbeats of his one and only love.  He decided he was going to be strong.  Him and Mishti took their positions, took a deep breath, and ordered the nurses to pass their instruments.  Angad picked up his scalpel and turned to make an incision.  His hand started trembling.  The fear of losing her suddenly took over his determined mind.  Mishti glared at him.

 

Mishti: Angad…I'll handle this…just send in Doctor Verma…

 

Angad: N…No…I'll be fine…

 

Mishti: Angad you know we cant waste time OR take chances here…you are in no state to perform this surgery…please don't make it any harder than it already is.

 

Angad dropped his scalpel back onto the tray.  He kissed her lips and hugged her lightly refusing to let go of her and their baby.

 

Mishti: Nurse…take him out…QUICK!

 

The nurse pulled him away and helped him leave the OT.  He walked out discouraged, broken, and shattered within.  He sat down at the bench with his head buried in his hands.

 

Armaan: What happened Angad?

 

Angad: I couldn't do it!!  One chance where I had to prove my skills as a neurosurgeon…and I couldn't do it.  I had a chance to save her…I couldn't do anything…my hands started trembling…eyes started tearing…my heart started racing…

 

Armaan: take it easy Angad…she'll be fine…zindagi se hamesha ladti aayi hai aur jeet ti bhi ayi hai…aaj bhi ladegi aur jeet kar dikhayegi…aur tumhe kamzor nahi hona hai Angad…there is someone who looks up to you for support…kids area mein jaa kar dekho prateek ka kya haal ho raha hai…usse tumhari zaroorat hai Angad…jao…

 

Kartik: Nahi…mein usse le kar aata hoon….armaan...tum Riddhima ke paas jao…usse fikar ho rahi hogi…anagad ko sambhalne ke liye hum sab hai na.

 

Armaan left quickly to see Riddhima, Kartik left to get prateek.  Angad and josh sat side by side praying for her welfare.  Mrs.Gupta came out after a few minutes.

 

Mrs.Gupta: She is very lucky…her baby is fine…itne bade accident ke baad bhi bacche ko aanch nahi ayi…its truly a miracle…but…

 

Angad: but what??

 

Mrs.Gupta: dekhiye..aap ek doctor hai…im sure you know…lekin phir bhi batana mera farz hai…dekhiye…Baby ki zindagi uski maa par depend hai…If Mrs.Khanna survives, then the baby will be fine and will have a normal birth but god forbid if Mrs.Khanna doesn't survive this…then the chances of the baby's survivals are almost null.  Lets hope for the best.

 

With that Mrs.Gupta left.  Both Angad and josh sent up a silent thank you prayer to god for keeping the baby safe.

 

After another 15 minutes or so, a nurse ran out looking frantic.  Everyone seated got up and looked at the nurses running into one of the rooms.  She came out after a couple of minutes and ran towards the crowd waiting for Kripa.

 

Nurse: She needs blood!  She is a universal donor….her blood group is a rare one and not available in our blood bank right now….anyone here the same blood group?

 

Anjali: I am!

 

Aliyah: Anjali!  You're anemic!!

 

Anjali: I don't care Ali…remember Kripa donated blood 2 weeks after her miscarriage so that I could survive through Prachi's delivery? Now it's my turn…

 

Before anyone could argue, Anjali was already walking away with the nurse.  Could this get any more complicated?

Yes it could and it did.  After Kripa was being supplied on Anjali's donated units, Kripa's heartbeats decreased gradually.  Mishti couldn't stop midway, she was almost done with the hard part.  She just had to stitch up the wound.

 

Mishti: Come on Kripa….you can do this!

 

Mishti stitched up the wound.  Kripa gasped in a big breath, Mishti stared at her quite puzzled and turned to the cardiogram when a continuous beep was heard.  The line of the cardiogram was straight.  Her heart wasn't beating!

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