PM ff: ' falling in love again' - Page 7

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***Chapter 5***



Prerna entered into Prems room nervously, trying not to disturb her son who was suppose to be asleep. She almost wished that the boy on the bed was'nt her son, for as she came closer to the bed and saw the patient she almost broke down all over again. The patient, her son Prem, looked the definition of helpless and hurt. She thought Prem looked like an injured bird who had broken it's wing in a most severe scenario.

Approaching closer to the bed she saw her son asleep, to still to be alive she thought suspiciously, even though her mind shunned the grotesque possiblity of anything happening to him. He had a large cast on his right leg and his left foot was heavily bandaged. Prerna hurt at the thought of the pain her son was in , she wanted to ease his pain and make it her own but she was a helpless mother with a cause that had no cure. She let out a squeaky gasp while her hands shook involuntarily.

The Majority of Prems skin was adorned with scratches and scrapes, his face had a slash that extended from the outline of his brow upward to his lower temple. Prems lower lip had a cut that threatened to start bleeding at any moment and his chin had a deep bruse that was stitched and bandaged lightly. Prerna tried not to examine his wounds with such intensity but she found herself helpless and ignorant to the voice in her head that kept reminding her that Prem was going to be okay.

Prem had a large badage that covered the greater part of his head while his hair tuck out from the forfront of the wrappings, dropping carelessly on his forhead. Prerna extended her hand apprehensively, as they shook in nervousness. Gently she eased the hair away from Prem's head and kissed him lightlly on the head. Then slowly she moved back still not able to say anything.

Taking Prems left hand, which was not in a cast but bandaged nonetheless, and holding it in hers Prerna began to cry miserably. She dropped to the seat next to her sons hospital bed and continued her weeping for her son that despite all her prayers for him, seemed to be once again in another state of pain and heartache.

She spoke in a hurt and raspy voice, wiping her tears.

Prerna: Prem beta baas kar abh. Ooht jah beta. Mai jaan ti hoon kay tu mujhe say rutah hai lakin abh mujh hai bohte satah liyah hai, abh ore nehi Prem. Prem uht jah beta.

Prerna broke down crying as she looked at her sleeping child who slept so still that he lookded as if he would'nt move again, would'nt call her "Mother India" again, she looked at the sleeping Prem who once again she thought that her son was once again refusing to obey his mothers orders.

Prerna: Prem tu nai kabhi nehi mai ri baat soon ni laikin kam se kam aup ni maa ki annsoone ki toe laaj kar.

Prerna weeped seeing that there was no hope of getting her son to listen to her, her son who had always rebelled against her, who had always lived by his own rules and gave his wholehearted disregard to her terms of upbringing.

Staring at the silent Prem ,and her hurt son, Prerna came to a conclusion which was the altamatum by which she would now live her life. She decided that from here on forth she would make her own destiny find her own happiness and she would lead her life to the fullest once and for all and not play by the rules of society. She decided that it was her time to be brave and stay with her children and assure them that their pain was short termed and that soon they would have their lives back.

So Prerna waited she waited for her children to awake from their unrelenting misfortune so that they could start over, start a life that she would have for them , a life which gave and only gave to them and snatched nothing away.



TWO DAYS LATER


The sun shun silently through the windows of room 109, illuminating everything in blissful parody. Outside the playful singing of birds could be heard clearly while inside, their melody was muffled so that it's appreciation was not equally battered.

It was well around noon time so the greater part of the hospitals inhabitants were at the cafeteria while few stayed behind to be with their ailed loved ones. Prerna was among those who stayed.

Prerna had not left the hospital since the day she had first arrived, which was three days ago. She still wore the grey pasely coloured sari which she had on on the day of her arrival at the hospital. Her hair was uncombed and her eyes were weighed down by fatigue and loss of sleep. As she looked at her, son refusing to look away from his child like features which added to his untainted innocence, her hope was only strengthenned that she would soon be able to hear his voice. Hear him say that he would never scare her like this again, hear him say that he loved her, and hear him call her "Maa" even though he made a note to refrain from that very thing.

Prerna had been by Prems bedside day and night, refusing to leave even on the insistance of Mr.Bajaj and Anurag. She stayed there, by his bedside, waiting patiently and anxiously for the day of his awakening because she wanted to be the first to greet him and tell him how sorry she was.

Shravan was a frequent visitor to Prems room and often sat with Prerna in silence , waiting for Prem to awake form the accident that he had been a part of himself. Sneha, Kasak, Kuki had come to see Prem and Mukti on the morning following the accident. They had expressed their grief through exertion of blateful tears and had sat by Prem and Mukti's bedside refusing to leave them. Prerna had to eventually send them away because many visitors were not permitted at one time so they grudgingly left and told their mother to come home soon aswell. Mr.Bajaj had taken them home and he to had been sent home by Perna reasoned that someone had to be with their children while she was with Prem and Mukti.

Mukti, who had also not awakened as yet, was being examined by the doctors daily and kept under strict observation by nurses even though Prerna had assured them that she was with her daughter. Mukti's father had yet to be informed regarding her health for he had gone out of town for his sisters funeral on the day of Mukti's collapse. Prerna thought it was best that she tell him about his daughter in preson, so she kept this news from him.

Anurag and Sanpata along with the Basu familywere frequent visitors to Prem and Mukti's room. There would always be atleast three people in the room with Prem and Mukti never leaving the twosome alone and unregarded.

Today however Prerna was with them alone, buried under her troubles and ailments. Shravan had been taken to get his hand, which was finally in a condition to be tended to, bandaged. So he had left Prerna assuring her of his return.

Prena had gotten into the habit of crying by Prem and Mukti's bedside. She was sitting beside Prems bed now his hand held in hers while she silently cried watching his angelic face as the sunlight ravished it in devine beauty. She cried watching his face which was still scratched and bruised, althought his lip had healed but that was a minority because all of Prems other injuries were not going to go away over night.

Prerna cried as she felt Prems hand in hers, the srapes and cuts adequately acknowledgable as they met with her skin. She stroked his hand gently and cried to herself.


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Prem was awake before he had opened his eyes or moved himself. He slowly regained his concious, searching for the energy to open his eyes. Taking his time he opened his eyes as his other senses awoke and he now heard silent crying from nearby. He twitched his fingers, which felt heavier than he last remebered them, and tried to move his hand.

Prerna who had been crying by Prems bedside thought she had felt her son move his hand ,which she held in hers, still stroking it with care. She looked at her son who seemed like he was.......

Prerna: Prem beta!!!!Beta tu kasa hai?? Prem kuch bolo naa? Tujh hai pata hai kai tu nai mujh ,aup nai papa koe, hum sabh koe kitna dara diyah tah. Kuch kahtah kyon nehi hai.

Prerna was cheered and could'nt compose herself her happiness could not be expressed enough as she saw her son open his eyes and look into hers after what seemed like an eternity to her.

Prem seeing his mothers face was encouraged and surprisingly found the strength which he lacked.

Prem: haan "Mother" India mai teehk hoon. Aup ko kyah lagah kai mujh hai bee kuch ho sakta hai.

He gave a light laugh which hurt him imensely and caused him a deep pain in his chest and a pinching migrain somewhere his head, which to Prem also seemed heavier than he remembered it. His words were pained now, the difficulty in speaking audible in his tone as he spoke between short pauses.

Prerna tried to hide her disappointment as her son called her by that which she dreaded, "Mother India", after all this moment was about her son and she was the happiest she could be because he finally seemed to have returned to her after she thought she had lost him forever.


Prerna: Kabhi bhool kar bhi asi baat maat kar na. ore tu abh kuch bhole nehi tujh hai aram ki zaroorat hai. Ma abh hi doctor koe ba laa kar latih hoone.

Prem tried to protest and tell her that he was okay but he had lost his short lived strength and was unable to respond in time, for his mother had lett his bedside in a bashful hurry promising to come back and declaring that she would'nt leave him alone.

Prerna: mai abhi atih hoon Prem. Tum so nah nehi mai doctors ko.........

Prem was alone in the room now, or atleast he concluded that he was. He winced slightly but could'nt decide whether it was because of the pain that he was experiencing from most of his body or form the sun which threatened to blind him with it's intense rays.

He looked towards the window ,a little annoyed and completely put off, than he saw her. She looked unreal as she basked in the light rays of the sunlight which barely touched her skin before they flated in the another direction. He thought she looked peaceful and even more beautiful than he knew her to be. Mukti was asleep in the bed next to his she looked the vision of beauty and resembled a godess as she lay in her bed silently still.

Prem had the urge to talk to her, he had so much he wanted to tell her, so much he wanted to confess and so much he wanted to ask from her. Not thinking Prem immediatly started to pull at the ivy needle inserted in his left arm , and began to get up from his bed. He coughed as he sat up, which further added to his unbearable pain so he tried not to cough and tried not to breath as he moved out of his bed. With great effort he pushed himself off his bed standing on his right leg because his left he noticed, was in a heavy cast.

He found it difficult to breath but even more harder to stay standing so he made his way towards her bed before he was given the chance to fall to the ground. With the support of the wall and the little strength which he could manage, Prem limped over to Mukti a little excited as the sight of her beauty and grace gave him the strength which he lacked.

He stood next to her bed half leaning on it with his left hand, which hurt at first because it to was bandaged and Prem guessed he had a cut on it becuase the sting was distinguishable; but he did'nt care for his pain he felt it wasn't important. As he looked at Mukti's face he felt that none of it mattered and all that which did matter was right infront of him, his Mukti. He finally felt that he finally had Mukti and could tell her all the things which he wanted and express the loss which experienced and felt was due to her. He could finally tell her that she was his biggest loss.

Prem lifted his left hand, realizing that his right was in a cast, and slowly and cautiously brought it to Mukti's face. He gently stroked her hair and unknowingly smiled to himself as he saw her lashes flicker from his touch. Prem bent down closer to Mukti, not completely knowing what it was he planned to do, and as he brought his lips closer to her he found himself surprised as he softly kissed her on her head.


Okay you guys this was my first Prem Mukti scene 😳 😳 I think i mean Mukti was a sleep 😳 Im sorry it was'nt longer but i wanted the story to make sense and gain gradual momentum and not have them fall in love out of no where 😳 anyways i hope you guys liked it tell me if i should continue 😳

Also im sorry that the update was late today. i had a family matter i had to attend so i stayed up and wrote the update at night and dont worry i'll write one for tomarrow to😳 Anyways im extremely sorry if this chapter has spelling mistakes im to tired and sleepy to edit my work today. I'll edit it first thing in the morning when i wake up.

Untill than watch this Prem Mukti video i found. It's actually really sad but i like the song alot and the videos very well made all credits to the person who made it.(that's not me)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhEDaoQNhc0

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