Okay. So I know I was supposed to update DKC today (and I didn't) but here is a compensation for you all. Part 2!
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I know Part 10 should be up by now, but honestly, I have too much work. Whining, I know, but its true.
So here you are,
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[To Regress and To Progress]
The supply of oxygen that was allowing her body to function suddenly ran out. Losing her balance, she skidded upon the top step and lost all conciousness.
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Arnav felt an unknown fear spiral through him at that precise moment. The kind of fear he'd felt when he thought he'd lost Khushi.
He knew something had gone wrong way before he heard his maternal grandmother scream his wife's name.
Dread coming to rest upon his entire body like moths to a flame, he turned around quickly, running to where his Naani's eyes were horrifically trained.
It happened in slow motion; almost as if previously planned. Or shot, like a movie.
But this was no reel playing modified pictures, this was his wife who rolled down the stairs, not a single scream sounding from her lips.
Her name left his mouth in guttural tone as he ran towards her, hoping to catch her before anything could happen.
But what had to happen, had already happened.
Collective screams echoed behind him as he rushed to his wife's side. Blood seeped from some uknown wound on her head, and her eyes were rolled back. She twitched uncontrollably, but didn't respond.
"GIVE ME THE f**kING DOCTOR RIGHT NOW"
Arnav lifted his wife into his arms; nausea flooding him as he heard a sickening crunch. He ran up those very stairs that had crippled the woman who lay in his arms.
Khushi didn't say a thing. Her eyes merely rolled back even further and she continued to move.
Another crunch.
"God no, God no Khushi. STOP MOVING."
He pulled her hands into his own, hoping to cease her incessant motion. He was successful. No sound other than her shallow breathing, and his rapidly thundering heart could be heard.
"Bhai-Doctor"
A middle aged man with a bald spot rushed into the room with his satchel in hand. Immediately, looking at the woman's twitching body and stationary eyes, he pulled out the syringe and took her blood sample.
He did not speak a word as he addressed the cut on her forhead with quick precise steps and moved on to lighlty press her stomach.
"At least three of her ribs are broken"
He delivered those words with aplomb, uncaring of the sudden stagger that the young man beside him had fallen upon the bed with.
"She needs to shifted to the hospital immediately. She's going into a coma"
Arnav stared stoically at the doctor who was in charge of treating his wife, as he exited from the ICU. The man was rubbing his neck profusely, worry etched onto his face.
"Mr. Raizada...your wife has been poisioned. With a toxin called Biocide. How it got into her system, we dont know, but there were traces of it in the liquid she had taken a few minutes before she fell. The poison has been pumped, but she is still in a coma. She has to fight it, otherwise, chances of death are high"
For the first time in the 28 years of his existence, Arnav Singh Raizada had no idea how to respond to the situation ahead of him.
He listened to the man as he spoke, telling him something about some sort of poison.
Poison that was inside his wife's body. Poison that had put her into a coma.
Poison that threatened to kill her.
Anger like never before rushed into his veins and coiled dangerously. The spring kept on compressing as he heard him speak, and then it could hold no longer.
In less than a second, with the precision of a snake attacking its prey; Arnav's fingers fisted into the man's white collar.
"You listen to me, you listen loud and clear. My. Wife. Will. Not. Die. Do you f**king get that?"
The doctor nodded frantically as he grasped at the ferocious young man's fingers. His face was purpling and his feet had been lifted off the ground.
"You can go see her Mr. Raizada" the man spluttered, holding his throat and going into a coughing fit.
Losing all his madness as soon as it had come, Arnav pushed open the door of the ICU ward gently. He didn't want to disrupt anything.
His wife lay upon the metal bed lifelessly. She had stopped twitching, and her eyes were shut. Those long eyelashes made shadows on her suddenly sunken cheeks and her pink lips were chapped.
The only sign that she was alive...that he was alive, was the motion of her rising and falling chest. It gave him comfort as he settled on the cold chair beside her hospital bed.
The monitors around him beeped continously; sounding far too melancholy in his head and his heart.
Feeling too agonized to do or say something, he only reached out and held her cold hand. He needed to feel her warmth; where had it gone?
Amassing all the energy from wherever he could, he opened his red-rimmed eyes and whispered her name on a broken note.
"Khushi, kya hogaya?"
There was no response from her side. She did not acknowledge his presence, she did not acknowledge his words. His wife lay there, alive and breathing, but in a state that made her body oblivious to the world.
"I know you can hear me jaan"
He'd never called her that. Funny how he was calling her "life", when she stood at death's door. One step poised, just waiting for the moment to cross over and enter a new realm.
Away from him.
"Itna gussa ho? Please dont be Khushi. Mere paas waapis aajao jaan"
Arnav broke. He broke once again in front of the woman he didn't deserve, but selfishly wanted with every sinew in his body. His head dropped over her soft bosom, and he heard the beats of her heart.
Shallow beats.
Agony ripped through like multiple pieces of glass piercing him at the same time. Wounds that were never healed opened up once again and bled anew. Invisible blood scarred his face as the tears trickled down his face to fall onto Khushi's immobile hands.
"Dont you know that I love you? I know that you love me too. Dammit!"
His sobbing demeanor resurfaced with a new dimension. Remorse and sadness glowed in his eyes, but they were accompanied with his trademark.
His anger.
"Khushi, I know you'll come back to me. You'll come back for my love. For your love. You'll come back for us, Khushi."
He chanted those lines to his wife again and again; repeating it like a mantra. The words reverberated around the room like a litany of sadness. Of anger. Of desperation.
Of love.
Arnav didn't know how many hours he sat there or how many times he had repeated those lines to Khushi. But as he continued to croon them to her, he saw her eyes flutter.
His heart sped up. So did hers.
He didn't stop. His incantation continued with a vengeance; stronger and louder. There was no sign of stopping.
His wife's wonderful eyes snapped open as she took in a shuddering breath. The immobile, cold hand warmed and tightened around his numb one in a sudden manner.
Khushi looked straight at him, almost as if she was searching his soul. But she did that every single time she gazed at him, didn't she?
His wife stripped his armor and laid it open at her feet. So blessed was she that even something that belonged to a man so callous as him, reformed from tarnished iron to burnished gold at her touch.
She was a gem. No, she was more than a gem. She was...Khushi.
Abiding by her namesake; she smiled underneath the oxygen mask and lifted her fingers to his face. In a redeeming gesture, he pressed his lips to her palm; promising her everything.
She understood.
"All I want is your love Arnavji. Forever."
It was something that she'd had since the beginning. From the days that he had known her, from the days that she had hated him.
Arnav Singh Raizada's heart belonged to the woman that lay beside him.
And it would,
Forever.
HAPPY?
See, not that bad 😆
Anyway, comment and enjoy mes amis *mwah mwah*
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Mangal Lakshmi
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