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Hey guys,
Thank God none of you killed me for separating Mriara and Aditi but I promise that the separation won't be for long because for me it would be too painful to write! Ok just a little heads up, Mrityunjay will not be Balli in my FF because I'm not Punjabi so I really don't have much knowledge about them so to avoid any stereotyping, I'm appropriating that part from the show. I'm trying to write longer updates but it's hard because I have a really short attention span haha. As always bear with me :)
NAYA RANG - CHAPTER THREE - CONQUERED DEATH
Beep...beep...beep, the sound of the cardiac monitor became like an incessant drone in his ears as he had been listening to the same noise for the past couple of hours. He couldn't move an inch without a jolt of pain surging through his entire body but the pain in his heart seemed to overpower the physical aching in his body. He kept blinking, hoping that this constant action would trigger some memory in his mind, provide him with some clue as to why he was in a hospital bed accompanied by a mere cardiac monitor which reminded him that he was alive. He was alive but as who and where?
He closed his eyes and welcomed the pitch black but somewhere in the darkness he could see the specks of colour which outlined the faces of people he couldn't seem to remember. They were all lying on the floor in a straight line, covered with sheets stained with what looked like blood and they were still, dead still. Suddenly he saw someone else weeping next to the bodies, a weeping that seemed so familiar but who was this person he wondered. She hovered over the bodies , pleading each one of them to wake up but none of the bodies responded. Before he could the see the face of the woman, his eyes fluttered open again as the nurse adjusted the pipe that connected him to the saline.
"How are you feeling now? Are you still feeling pain?" the young nurse inquired quietly while checking that all the equipment he had been attached was functioning properly.
"Where am I? Why am I here? Actually I can't even remember who I am?" he said impatiently, waiting for the nurse to answer his questions while she merely looked at him with a faint smile on her face.
"Oh good, you're responding to us now. I'll call the doctor and your relative who is waiting outside. Please don't move, you're still very weak," the nurse assured him after she had finished fiddling with the equipment and swiftly walked out of the room.
Relative? Is it that woman he saw in his dreams? His head began to throb painfully as he tried to imagine her face once more. All he could make out was a blue sleeveless salwar and long brown hair that snaked down to her hips and that voice...it sounded like he had heard that sweet voice somewhere but where? Who were these people he kept seeing but more importantly why was he seeing these people? He wanted to sit up but the paralysing pain in his lower abdomen kept him grounded in his bed. Before he could press the bell to notify the nurse to come in and help in, he saw the doctor and a tall figure walk in behind him.
"Doctor, how is Jawad now? When will I be able to take Jawad home? His daughter wants her father back soon," the tall and strangely dressed figure asked with a deep baritone voice but in a rather feminine way.
"Well he had been unresponsive for a month but it seems like he is starting to understand and see us clearly. He did break several bones in his body and he had a blood clot in his hippocampus* so we should keep him under observation for a couple more days," the doctor addressed curtly while looking at the patient's folder.
"Uh excuse me, can you tell me where I am and what I'm doing here? My head is hurting and I can't remember who I am, please doctor, I need answers," he beckoned to the doctor and the stranger next to him who both looked at him with wide eyes.
"Hai Allah! He doesn't remember anything! Doctor, please tell me this isn't permanent? I can't bear to see him not remember his daughter Aisha," the stranger began to weep loudly while striding over to caress his hair.
"Jawad, you remember Aisha don't you? She's your 9 month year old daughter. Don't worry, I'm taking good care of her," the stranger spoke again tearily.
"Jawad? Who's Jawad? And Aisha, my daughter? Can somebody please tell me what is going o- ah my head it hurts...please I beg of you who are you and why are you calling me Jawad?," he yelled in agitation as his head pounded even more from this new found confusion.
The stranger broke out into a howl and ran out of the room without answering his questions. The doctor approached the bed and looked down at him with concerned eyes. He drew out a tiny torch and checked my eyes before letting out a deep sigh.
"You're Jawad Karim and you suffered a big accident about a month ago where you suffered some broken bones and you had a blood clot in your brain. You were virtually unresponsive for the entire month but thankfully you regained enough consciousness to speak. Now I need you to take some rest okay, or else you won't recover soon enough to see your daughter," the docor fiddled with his pipe and monitor once again before waling out of the room.
Jawad Karim...so that's who he was and he had a daughter too but who was that strange looking person who had walked in with the doctor? That person had a tall and muscular frame like a man but was dressed in a salwar kameez and spoke like a woman. How was he related to that half woman/ half man person? He closed his eyes where the image of the woman in blue appeared again but this time he saw something else that he hadn't noticed before. There was black mole on the curve of her neck that stood out to him but as soon as he tried to see her face, the images blacked out and he was stuck in the darkness once more.
"Here's your money doctor as promised. You need to keep him sedated and if he asks who he is then keep telling him that he is Jawad Karim. He is no longer Mrityunjay Singh Shekhawat but he is my second-hand man, Jawad now," Kalavati said while laughing to herself as the doctor gleefully took the money from her hands.
Tara was dead and Aditi was in her care and soon this Mrityunjay will also come under spell and follow her every instruction. Kalavati laughed again as she looked through the window to see Mrityunjay's sleeping body on the bed.
"Evil always wins over good, Mrityunjay. Your stupid name saves you every time but now you're Jawad and this time you won't escape me," Kalavati cackled to herself while twirling the end of her dupatta.
Alright got another update done! I hope this was long enough for you all because I did start getting really lazy by the end of it. Hippocampus is the part of your brain that stores your memory and that's why Mrityunjay can't remember much of his past. I know I made him Muslim but since I'm Muslim, I can obviously write more convincingly about his new character so hope you guys enjoyed it. Leave your feedback because it means lot to me!
p.s My next update will focus on Tara :)
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