Devakshi FF:The Memory of Us Epilogue Updated on Pg 70 - Page 3

Originally posted by: Malvika07

Hi dear, thank u soo much for your kind words!! Glad you're liking it. I have planned something for this story. I hope it works out nicely. Will update soon😊

No dear :( it gets solved for a moment then happens again. I'm still trying to sort it out!

Originally posted by: rasika_DS

Obviously it will work out nicely..the IF problem you are facing is very weird..cnt suggest any solution also..:I

Part 2 is here! Enjoy :) Also, just to clarify, Sonakshi got mugged in the prologue, the man was drunk and since she didn't give him money, he hit her and she fell unconscious. It continues from there.

*Present Day*

His cellphone rang with a loud shrill and he frowned at Bunty's name flashing on his screen. God, this guy will never leave me alone. Dev and Sonakshi had come for a weekend getaway along with Bunty and his wife at a resort on the outskirts of Delhi. It was Bunty's idea. Thrilled at the opportunity of spending some alone time with his wife, Dev had agreed readily. But, the problem was, Bunty never left the two of them alone. He kept interrupting their makeout sessions with his incessant phone calls. Dev was thankful that Sonakshi had gone down to get the icecream, he had just about had enough of Bunty's interruption.

"Bunty" Dev said, in an irritated voice.

"Dev" It was said as a sigh.

"You've gotta stop calling,man! Do I bother you when you're busy with your wife?"

"Dev" he repeated. "It's Sonakshi."

He listened for a while, his spine straightening with every passing word. Bunty and his wife found Sonakshi when they were coming back from a midnight stroll. By the time Bunty had moved on to the details, he'd stopped listening. The phone discarded, he pulled clothes on as he walked toward the front door. Bunty's voice filled the empty bedroom behind him.

Half an hour later, Dev used the heel of his hands to push through the swinging door of his hospital. He drove like a maniac to reach there. Sonakshi was taken to the hospital where she worked, as it was the nearest to the resort.

"What the hell happened?" he barked.

Dr Sinha came rushing forward and took Dev to Sonakshi's room. He looked down at her face and felt his gut drop like a severed elevator. Her skin was blanched of all color, leaving her eyebrows stark by contrast. It made the crimson on the bed look far too vivid, comic even, to be real.

Adrenaline pumped his heart faster.

"I've already called for an MRI" Dr Sinha informed him. "She doesn't look surgical. I have asked our neurosurgeon to come right away."

Six minutes later Sonakshi was halfway through her scans and Dev was entirely through his patience.

"What the hell is taking so long?"he asked, pacing the length of the small room. The neuro guy came back with the scans and Dev looked at him, expectantly.

"She has a contusion. But its not too big. She doesn't need surgery. We can't say anything more until she wakes up, she is still unresponsive."

"So now what do we do now?" asked a frantic Dev.

"Now we wait." replied Dr Sinha.

And suddenly there was time. Time to think about thoughts he didn't want to entertain. His jacket discarded, he pulled up his sleeves with impatient hands.

"Do they- does anyone know what happened?" he asked bunty, his voice cutting through the tacit agreement to remain silent.

"The police say it was a mugging" Bunty finally said, eyes lowered.

"A mugging?" It would have been laughable if he hadn't felt like someone had steamrolled his body. Was still steamrolling. "She just went downstairs for icecream; she couldn't have had more than 500 bucks on her" his arms went up behind his head and he clamped down hard on his neck.

Through the blinds of the room, he could see the doctor removing gauze from her head. There was blood, he realized numbly, whether it was fresh or not, he couldn't tell. Something in him told him to be grateful there hadn't been a stabbing or shooting involved, or worse still... no, he didn't wanna go there.

"Did he hit her? Did she fall?"

Another look was exchanged, Dr Sinha took over talking. "They found a bat next to her. The police are trying to get some prints off it."

Any obligation to drum up some gratitude to some higher deity flew out the window.

"Good lord" He choked on the words, the syllables half strangled. He doubled over at the waist, his hands resting on his knees while he focused on breathing. When he stood, the blood rushed away from his head and for a long moment he saw red. Then: "Are there any other injuries?"

Dr Sinha shook his head. "Some bruising on her chest and legs, but nothing- " he cut himself and cleared his throat.

"Serious?" Dev filled in with a bark of laughter.

The doctor was barely out the door before Dev brushed by him on his way inside. She looked so tiny, like a child. A child he'd been trusted with, and miserably failed.

"Sonakshi" he said, his voice hoarse and barely audible. "Sonakshi," he tried again, stronger this time. "Sonakshi!" he shouted, using a tone he only employed when she used his razor.

Nothing.

After two more tries, he rubbed his face; the adrenalin had faded and exhaustion was eager to act as a substitute. Then he stared at her face, wishing, wishing she'd look as pink and frustrated as she had when he'd conned her out of an icecream run.

Guilt, familiar and cold, sliced through his veins. There would be time for guilt later, Plenty of time.

She's unconscious, not dead. He reminded himself, looking at her frail body. She is just sleeping, he tried to convince himself.

She awoke twenty-eight hours later. In his guilt trip and restlessness about her well being, Dev forgot to call up Ishwari and Sonakshi's parents. According to them, they were still enjoying on their weekend getaway.

In the twenty seventh hour, Bunty came in the room from where Dev had refused to budge. He brought him a sandwich from the cafeteria. Dev thanked him and put the bag next to him. Bunty watched and let out a sigh "Fine. Don't eat. But shower. You stink and when she wakes up she won't want to be anywhere near you."

That pulled a noise out of him that was strangely reminiscent of a chuckle. It seemed to echo in the room. "I'll go have a quick shower in the doctor's lounge." It was his hospital, wasn't like anyone was going to stop him.

While he brushed his teeth he caught his reflection in the mirror. He looked like he had lived every single one of his years. Grim, he turned away to strip and stand under the showerhead.

When things ended, he realized, you started thinking about the beginning. His mind showed him a reel of when he'd first seen her. That fateful day of their first meeting when he bumped into her at the crossroad, which immediately ended up in an argument. It was as if a movie had begun, he remembered all the times he fought with her, the first time they danced, her accident, how helpless he'd felt then, them becoming friends, she becoming his best friend.

Then there was the time he'd actually seen her. When he'd visited her to check on her after she pretended to have fever. How beautiful her face looked as she splashed water on it, trying to get the mud off. All the happy,sad, estatic moments they spent together. It all came gushing back.

His eyes closed. For a moment, for an eternity. When they jerked open, he felt a sense of displacement that told him he'd fallen asleep. Cursing, he quickly stepped out of the shower and hurriedly got dressed.

Dr Sinha was just leaving the room as he approached. His face was wary. "Mr Dixit-"

"Has there been any change?"

"She's awake, but-"

"Awake" he repeated as if the word had lost meaning. "When?"

"Fifteen minutes ago"

He suppressed the urge to yell. "Is she talking?"

Here Dr Sinha's face twisted into an expression he couldn't understand. It almost looked like pity. "Yes" Dev felt an irrational stab of jealousy that he wasn't there to share the moment. It should have been his. "Dev, there's something you should know"

"Later," he said, not noticing the fact that Dr Sinha had just addressed him by his first name and brushed past him into the room.

The top of the hospital bed had been lifted so she was semi-sitting. Her eyes tracked his movements into the room. There was fresh bandage around her hand, but she looked alive. Color had infused her cheeks and lips.

"Sonakshi," he breathed, walking closer.

She gave a tentative smile. "Mr Dixit."

His feet faltered at the greeting. It wasn't that she called him Mr Dixit, she'd done it plenty of times, even when they were alone, even after they'd been married.

It was the way she said it. Before, it had always been playful, mocking on occasion. Now her voice was friendly, kind- one couldn't expect less from Sonakshi- but it was formal. The way it was before they started dating. It didn't have the sense of familiarity with it. As if their clothes didn't fall in the same laundry basket each day or they had never moved against each other on sticky sheets after eating icecream in bed.

The final steps to her bedside were hesitant. He didn't say anything for a long time, staring intently into her eyes until he could see himself reflected in them.

"What are you doing here?" she asked tentatively.

He cleared his throat, still stunned. "I'm here to see you."

"Oh, I mean, I know you're the trustee of this hospital, but you didn't have to come all the way here to check up on me." She said with a smile.

"Ummm, do you know where my Maa Baba are? I didn't see them around," she asked, a bit hesitantly.

"They- uh- they're on their way. You take care, um, Miss Bose"

"It's Dr Bose for you" she replied with a smile, trying to make a joke, looking at the stricken expression on Dev's face.

He just nodded and backed out of the room.

Outside the room, Dr Sinha was waiting. His arms crossed over his chest, he looked up. Dev ran a hand over his face; he felt sick.

"It could be temporary," he said quietly.

Dev nodded without agreeing. " It could not be."

Author's note: So Sonakshi loses her memory. I know, I know, Its the most cliched plot ever. But I wanted to try something different with the same old plot. Need your supoort. Pls read like and comment if possible. It makes me super happy. Thank you for reading.

Love,

Malvika

Originally posted by: adi35

Just read both the parts in one go
and I must say incredible writing 👏
Pl continue soon

Originally posted by: gmgi

Awww Loved it. What cliched😡 Don't care. This is sooo beautiful. I am eagerly waiting for them to fall in love again n again Update soon plz...😳

Originally posted by: ishra368

Omgg nooo
I can like feel his pain
Loved the idea even though it's old
Plz continue
I'm soo curious