Okay, so I was going through old documents of mine, and came across this SS I had planned... but never got around to working on.
It's untitled.
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It wasn't meant to be like this. She couldn't believe what she had been told. She stared out at the window, not willing to face reality. Because reality was black and painful.
After what seemed an eternity, she turned. And closed her eyes. I don't have the strength to help myself, how am I meant to be strong for him?
Taking a deep breath, she walked towards him... and gently stroked his hair, as she used to. He slowly opened his eyes, not wanting to lose the tenderness he had with her. She saw his eyes open, and slowly smiled. It hurt something bad, but she wouldn't let herself falter. Not now, not ever.
"Hi."
He looked at her... those red eyes, that hesitant smile, the paleness in her cheeks. He knew she would have been informed by now, but he never thought it would literally take her breath away.
"You... know... please Nikki. Please honey, not now. Not yet," he rasped. And then broke out into hacking coughs.
She winced, and stroked his back, trying to relieve him of his pain. She knew it was too late... and yet... she wasn't believing what was happening. It was only a hurdle... just a small bump in their journey together.
But sometimes reality comes forth, and makes you see the world in a breathtaking way. Trying hard to continue breathing, she started again.
"Not yet what? I'm not going anywhere. Besides, Tere Liye hasn't started yet. Make sure you keep my side of the bed warm, I plan to lie here and steal your TV for half an hour."
Jokes helped. They had to, right? However, no joke wasn't going to let this pass. He knew what he was going to do... it was going to hurt. But it was time.
"Nikki. Listen to me. You need to always cherish what you have... what you had, what you will have. No matter how hard it gets, no matter how far away it all seems, cherish it all."
The tears filled her eyes once more. Why was he doing this?
"Cherish what? I have you by my side... what more do I need? Don't argue with me Modi." She didn't want to deal with this. And she wasn't going to let go without a fight.
"Nikki," he pleaded. His eyes penetrated hers... how many times had he seen her pure soul? How many times had he looked at her, and seen the entire world for all its beauty? How many times had he looked into her eyes, only to see that heart; his name and soul belonging to her?
She wiped her tears, and held his hand. There was no need for anymore conversation. She put a finger on his lips, and lay her head on his shoulder, silently conveying he needed to sleep. She turned the TV on, and settled to watch her favourite soap. Just like old times.
His eyes closed slowly; his senses captured her honey and lily scent; the long, flowing black hair; he sighed, never wanting to lose this.
And suddenly, in a flash, his whole life passed him by... from his first memory, to his first day in college, to meeting her, marrying her... and now this. He was slipping away... but he needed to let her know.
"Nikki?" "Hmmm?" She turned to see that mischievous smile on his lips.
"One last thing. PS. I love you."
And before she could even realise what he said, he relaxed.
Beep. Beep. Beep. And then silence.
He was gone.
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So, what do you think?
<3 Sabiha.
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