She was his brother's wife for him, and yet she had let him make love to her. This was all her fault. Only if she had kept her emotions in check, and not gotten carried away that night, things wouldn't have gotten out of hand as they had now. His condition had worsened, and it was all her fault. She had never behaved like a sister in law with him. She had always behaved like a wife. It was no wonder that he had reacted the way he had, and his nightmares had worsened. But she'd have to rectify this mistake of hers. No matter what, she'd have to keep her distance from him. No matter how much she needed him, no matter how much he needed her. She'd have to step aside and let the medicines and the doctor do their job. She'd have to be strong.
"I don't think that these are just dreams Mr. Raizada. I think these are memories. You're suffering from Post-traumatic Retrograde Amnesia. Due to which you've forgotten the past three years of your life. You shouldn't have been informed of it this early into your accident, since you're not well enough to handle the pressure. However, the medicines that I've subscribed you will help counter whatever damage this mishap is likely to cause you.
Now about the dreams. These are most likely flashbacks of the happenings of these past three years."
"But it's always the same dream doctor. And I'm never able to see the face that is calling out to me for help. It always ends there, and then I wake up." He said, not revealing the name of the person who he thought was calling out to him, and whose name he woke up screaming every night. And that it was that same person who returned every night without fail to comfort him, despite being thrown out night after night.
"You need to relax Mr. Raizada. Don't think about it so much. The dream will eventually progress, and reveal to you what happens next. You're probably not ready to learn the entire truth already, which is why you're unable to see what happens next. But once you've healed enough, the dreams will also improve. For now, just follow my prescription.
"Here Khushi Ji. Have some achar. I had Arjun get it specially for you from Baroda." Anjali said as she passed her pregnant Bhabhi the new bottle of mango pickle.
"Ummm…." Khushi hummed as she rolled the achar around her tongue, and relished it.
They were all seated around the dining table, having tea. That was when Arnav walked in through the front doors and halted forth them. All the buzz at the dinning table came to a hiatus as they waited for whatever he had to say. They had all grown wary of him recently. 'Cause if they talked to him, there were questions, and they just did not know how to handle them. What to tell him, and what not to tell him.
"Khushi, bring my tea up to my room." And with that said, he left. They all breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Khushi worriedly.
"Hari Prakash Ji. Take Arnav Ji's tea up to his room." She spoke decidedly. There was no way she was making any more mistakes and jeopardising his health at any cost. It was best for him that she stayed away from him.
Arnav paced his room in impatience. She had been avoiding him for all of past week now. Ever since he had returned from the doctor, she had kept her distance from him. He had no idea why. Well, yes. He had himself asked her to stay away from him, but that hadn't deterred her before. So why now? What had happened all of a sudden that she had begun to avoid him like her life depended on it? Forget speaking to him, she wouldn't even look him in the eye. If they ever happened to cross paths, she'd immediately turn around and take a different way rather than come face to face with him.
And the worst thing of all was, that she no more came to soothe him out of his nightmares. Earlier, no matter what he did or said to her, she'd always been there. Night after night, to comfort him. But this past one week, she just never showed up. He'd wake up in a sweat, all alone. With no Khushi to hold him and tell him that everything was going to be okay. And though he had been taking those new medicines that the doctor had prescribed him, the dreams had only gotten worse. Now he'd have them multiple times through the night. The truth was. That it wasn't the medicines he needed. It was her. He needed her. Needed her to hold him and comfort him. Why did things have to be so messed up?
That's why he had called her up with his tea. At least that way he could look at her and touch her when she handed him his tea. That ought to give him some respite from his woes.
Arnav was jolted out of his reverie as a knock sounded on the door.
"Come in" He spoke in a voice as nonchalant as he could muster. Apprehension grew in the pit of his stomach as the longing to see her properly in days overpowered his senses.
"Khushi Bhabhi has sent you your tea Arnav Bhaiyya"
Arnav stood rooted to the spot as the door closed behind Hari Prakash after he had left the room. The desperation in his veins burst forth as rage, and he flung the tray of refreshments off the table.
The expensive porcelain shattered into uncountable pieces, an epitome of his heart.
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