Arnav couldn't put his finger on it but something felt different about today. Maybe it was because the air felt lighter or the atmosphere around the Raizada house seemed less dreary. Maybe it was just wishful thinking; last nights dreams were filled with the sound of Khushi's laughter and visions of her smile. Every night since Khushi fell into a comatose state she haunted his dreams. 122 days, 122 dreams and all of them had been about her. When he awoke from those dreams he would open his eyes and find her figure three yards away from where he lay on the couch. He would watch her as she slept like a stone in an almost death like stillness.
"Don't you think you've slept long enough, Khushi?" Arnav would whispered in her ear "It's time to wake up, sweetheart."
His pleas to his unconscious wife never worked. Still she laid there unmoving like everyday since the accident.
Today as Arnav watched Khushi from his chair like he had every afternoon, he couldn't help but notice she looked different. Her completion that had looked dull the last few months, almost glowed. Her cheeks held a healthy pink color, her lips returned to there natural deep pink. Even the bags under her eyes had faded along with the bruises all over her body. She looked like sleeping beauty with her braided hair tossed over her shoulder, and the white saree Payal had dressed her in that morning.
Arnav sandwiched her fragile hand between his, and pressed a kiss to her fingers. He thought he had imagined it at first but soon realized it was real, Khushi's fingers twitched. Her breathing no longer smooth had hitched trying to find a new pattern. Her face contorted, and for the first time in three long months her eyes fluttered open.
Khushi blinked several times till the blurriness faded. Khushi's world came into focus then. Her right hand raised to massage her temple in hopes that it would relieve her pounding headache. She looked around the room until her eyes landed on a man who held her hand between his.
Khushi ripped her hand from Arnav's grasp, startled by his presence. Concussion clouded her features and she looked like she was at a loss of words. She didn't know the man who sat by her bedside and watched her with intensity.
"Khushi, everything's alright now Di is fine and so is the baby. You don't need to worry." His voice was soft as he spoke
Khushi? Di? Baby? What on earth was this strange man going on about?
"I know you're probably mad at.." He voice was cut off by the sound of her question.
"I'm sorry, but who are you? Do you know me?" Khushi asked desperate to know who the man was and what on earth he was talking about.
"Khushi, I know you're upset but that's not funny." Arnav said trying to grab ahold of her hand, only for her to snatch it away.
"Khushi?" She searched her mind for the name but came up empty. "Listen, your starting to freak me out. I have no idea who you are or who this Khushi person is." She snapped
Arnav took a deep breath in frustration before calling the live-in nurse into the room.
Without a word the nurse checked Khushi's vitals and reflexes before notifying Arnav that she would call up a doctor from the near by hospital to come check on his wife.
With in minutes the entire Raizada family gather outside Khushi's door awaiting the arrival of the doctor. Arnav had refused to allow them in the room so they wouldn't overwhelm Khushi.
20 devastatingly long minutes later the doctor arrived following a very excited looking HP.
"Good evening Mr. Raizada, I understand your wife has awoken from her coma." He briefly confirmed following Arnav into the room
"Good evening Mrs. Raizada. I hear that physically you are just fine but I would like to ask you a few questions to confirm a few things."
"Go right ahead." Arnav answered for his wife
"No helping her, Mr. Raizada." The doctor warned him
"Ok, you can start by telling me your full name." The doctor began the long questionnaire
Khushi wracked her brain for an answer but couldn't find one. She grunted in frustration.
"I'm sorry I don't know." She cried
"That's quite alright. I'll go ahead and tell you that your name is Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada." The doctor informed before moving on
"Khushi, can you tell me the date?"
"No." She whispered
"Can you tell me what happened to you?" He continued
"No." Khushi answered on the verge of tears
"What can you tell me Mrs. Raizada?" He asked in a cool tone
"My head hurts like someone's taken a hammer to it." She said as a tear ran down her cheek.
"I assure you that's completely normal Mrs. Raizada. I will prescribe something to help with that. So no need to worry."
The doctor called in the entire Raizada family before asking a single question that delivered the finale blow to Arnav's already sinking heart.
"Mrs. Raizada can you identify any of these people?" The doctor asked
"No." She said crushing Arnav's heart
The doctor ushered them in to the hall before closing Khushi's door with a soft click.
"I don't understand what's happen to Khushi!" Payal cried
"Unfortunately she is suffering from amnesia." The doctor gave them all a look of sympathy
"What?" Nani cried "I don't understand."
"The accident caused her the hit her head and the brain is a very mysterious thing, we had know way of know how it would affect her if she ever awoke." The doctor went on "Imagine remembering everything you've ever learned, but not knowing a thing about what makes you, you. That's what has happened to her."
"When will she recover?" Arnav question pleading for an answer
"Days, weeks, months maybe even never. I think the first few days she should spend with you Mr. Raizada before slowly reintroducing her to the rest of the family. After that she needs to return to her normal routine." The doctor advised
At this point Khushi had no idea how much of a dead-beat husband Arnav had been to her. This was his chance to make it up to her. At least until she remembers, if she ever remembered.
"Why aren't we allowed to see her!" Payal cried
"I understand your distress but imagine how she's feeling. She just woke up in a place she doesn't recognize, surrounded by people who she doesn't know all claiming to know her. Think about how terrifying that must be." The doctor tried to reason with the Raizada family
"If this is what she needs you have our full cooperation." Arnav told the doctor
"I've also prescribed her a pain medication, severe long lasting headaches are normal for this kind of injury. Make sure she only takes them as needed and no more than three times a day."
"Of course." Arnav replied leading the doctor out of the house.
"One more thing Mr. Raizada." He said before turning to leave "patients with memory loss often experience violent mood swings, most believe that it's their fault they can't remember. Angry, frustration, violence even depression come with the territory so please be prepared Mr. Raizada. She will not be the person you once knew." With that the doctor left
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