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I don't know what I'm writing here guys. I've been swamped with a horrible inability to write anything romantic right now. So I apologize if this sucks. I thought if i force myself to write I'll snap out of this drought. 😆..Anyways, here goes.
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Anisa
What if Annika was the one who got shot?
His heart beat ebbed to a halt as he watched Annika collapse on the ground in a heap. The sound of the gunshot sounded like a bomb blast in his head. People started to scream and scatter all around , as they ran for cover in the crucial minutes of absolute terror.
His limbs started moving towards her even before he could rasp out her name from his parched throat. Scrambling on his knees beside her, he saw blood spread quickly to soak the torso of her dress. Stark red in contrast to the yellow fabric. So much blood. So much ! Too much !
Annika! Annika! his mind was furiously whispering over and over as he picked her head up. Her head lolled weakly as she had passed out with the impact on the ground. Gushes of blood spurted out from her shoulder. He took off his overcoat and tried to press down to stop it.
AMBULANCE !!! SOMEBODY CALL FOR AN AMBULANCE !! AMBULANCE !! Finally he found his voice to scream out this order. He continued to press down on her shoulder as he noticed his coat becoming soggy with blood. The bleeding is not stopping. Panicked, he saw her face turn pale, lips blood red with lipstick yet lifeless.
Oh God, no. No.. No..Noo...
Shivaay was muttering "No..No..Noo..." to himself when Omkara came to him with a stack of towels and the first aid kit. He turn a petrified face to Om, quickly replacing his coat with fresh towels to press down on her wound. They watched in horror as the stark white towel became red in an alarming speed.
Minutes felt like hours. The sound of ambulance sirens brought some hope, as expert hands came to the rescue. Within minutes , monitors and life saving liquids were given and she was rushed away in the ambulance. Shivaay left with the ambulance as Om and Rudra scrambled for their cars in pursuit.
Running behind the stretcher, Shivaay never felt this helpless in his whole life. There was nobody he could call and influence in this situation, he can't go and tell anybody what to do. He knew there were things to think and act upon, but this paralyzing fear was preventing any logical thought.
He may never see Annika again.
He watched Annika being wheeled into the red zone of the emergency department. Doctors and staff were working furiously all around her, adding one tube after another. Needles after needles were poked and she lay there, motionless with not a single reaction. Someone pulled the curtain around Annika's bed, as a nurse took him by the arm to one side.
One doctor came to ask the details of what had happened.
Single gun shot. To her shoulder. So much blood. Oh God, so much blood.
"Does she have any allergies?"
"I ..uh Don't know..."
"Any prior medical conditions?"
"I'm ..not.. sure... I don't think so..."
"Can you find someone who knows these details? Her husband perhaps? He needs to sign consent for her surgery right now .. "
Shivaay swallowed hard as the implication hit him. With a small voice he confirmed.
"I am her husband..."
The doctor gave him a look. In those 5 seconds, Shivay felt like the most useless husband in the world. He didn't know these important things about Annika. In fact he knew nothing about her.
"Sir, relax. She's lost a lot of blood, and she's getting transfusions. We need to perform surgery to remove the bullet and check the extent of the damage. She's in critical condition and the situation can go either way. We'll do our best, and you need to fill up some forms to expedite the process. Please come this way."
He was led to the counter and given a stack of forms to fill up.
First name: Annika ... he wrote
Last name : ... Shivaay faltered.
Date of birth : ... and Shivaay's heart sank further.
Address : ...
Allergies :...
Known medical problems :...
Blood group :...
More and more questions came up he didn't know the answers to. He felt the irritation rise up and he lifted the file to toss it in a corner, when a hand stopped him. Om and Rudra had arrived.
Om took the pen and wrote.
Annika Shivaay Singh Oberoi
Om took out Annika's wallet and filled in the details. Rudra gave his big brother a bear hug , as he saw Bhaiya hanging on a thread. Om came by and made him sign the consent and sent it away with the surgical team.
The next few hours were absolute torture. Shivaay paced outside the Operation Theatre restlessly, with Om and Rudra watching by his side. Prinku and Dadi arrived, while Saumya stayed back with Sahil. Nobody talked, they shared coffee and water, but Shivaay had neither. They had never seen Shivaay like this. He ran his hand through his hair and it was a tousled mess. his eyes were bloodshot red , his face pale and drawn.
Five torturous hours later, a surgeon came out to speak to them.
" Mr. Oberoi, we managed to remove the bullet. It caused a lot of damage and she's lost a lot of blood. We almost lost her at one point, when her heart beat stopped, but we managed to bring her back with medications. She's on a lot of medications, and her condition is very critical. She will be monitored closely in the ICU, the initial hours are extremely crucial. " the doctor calmly explains with a sympathetic voice.
"Sir, she's alright for now. But not out of the woods yet. Calm yourself.." as he saw the tears stream down Shivaay's face. The surgeon left as Shivaay's brothers hugged him to give the strength he needed.
Soon, he was allowed to see her in the ICU. Tubes running everywhere, so many machines and monitors around her, each one beeping with their own sound. He wanted sorely to hold her , but he was afraid to touch anything.
He did this. He brought her into his complicated life and put a target on her back.
"My life is simple, Shivaay. We didn't have much, and nothing big ever happened to us. All this stuff happening now, it's too much..." she had cried just yesterday.
He placed his hand upon her cheek, still pale and cold. Her hands were bound with IV lines and wires. He didn't know how to tell her he was there for her. To stay strong, to hang on.
He spoke softly. "Annika...? It's me... I'm here. I'm not going anywhere until you get up. Just wake up okay? Please?" But she was out cold and didn't respond.
Om watched as Shivaay hovered over Bhabhi's bed. The beeps from the machine assured them she was alright, but that need to see her awake was torturing him. He had refused any food or drinks, just sat there by her bedside and worried. At nearly 4 am, he slumped forward on her bed and dozed in sheer exhaustion.
Love is a painful gift. It makes you so happy, turns and gives you immense pain too. Om marvelled at how much Shivaay has changed. Love has changed him, if only he will acknowledge it.
Shivaay hardly slept in the next few days, and refused to go back home either. One by one, Annika's tubes were reduced and and medications stopped, but she hovered in and out of consciousness. Her breathing was still assisted because the bullet had almost punctured her lung. Shivaay sat by her faithfully, sleeping on the couch in the room. His parents came and were surprised to see such devotion in their son. PInky wasn't too happy about it, but that stubborn look had come in her son's face, and she knew she was just talking to a wall.
Pinky feared for her unborn grandchild. Her son is turning away from his responsibility as a father, by getting involved with this girl Annika. What if Tia threatens a media scandal? It will be humiliating if he is painted as a man who didn't acknowledge his own child. Why can't he just marry Tia and sort this out? It's so simple. He keeps denying it, despite 2 DNA tests.
That got her thinking. Her Shivaay, the one she knew very well, the one she raised, was only stubborn and disobedient when he was sure he was right. She had fabulous arguments with little Shivaay over what he should eat and wear and play. Once he grew up she couldn't bully him anymore. Funny thing is, he always turned out right.
She had a quiet word with the physicians in the hospital, and had a repeat test done on the DNA samples of Tia's child and Shivaay, independent of the last one. She sent it away, positive that with this secret test, she will be able to send this Annika away and bring Tia into her home. This she will do, for her son's honour.
Late the third night, Annika coughed, which brought out the breathing tube. It frightened the hell out of Shivaay but the doctors were happy, assuring him that she is capable if breathing on her own now. Soon, she slept with just a small wire around her nose, sleeping comfortably, and her colour improved massively.
Still she didn't wake up. He hovered a little, and then settled by the couch, making his calls and going through his mail to keep up with work. He stopped for a power nap and it was quiet, no visitors and problems for an hour.
Annika woke up to a nurse adjusting her monitor.
"Hello Annika ji, finally you are awake. You're okay now. Thank God for that. Can I prop you up? You need to start moving, lying down this long is not good."
"How long was I asleep?"
"Around 3 days..." as Annika widened her eyes on shock.
"Yes, your husband has been like an eagle the whole time. He hasn't left the hospital at all, and practically lives here. There , look at him, he's asleep now, poor fellow."
Annika saw him, asleep in an uncomfortable angle.
"You're very lucky Mrs. Oberoi. He obviously loves you so much..."
He woke up from his nap. Like a dream, she was awake, watching him. He took awhile to focus his gaze and blinked hazily. Sitting up suddenly, he jumped up and came to the bedside in a rush.
He ran a hand through her hair and caressed her cheek. The nurse smiled and turned to leave them alone. When the doors shut, he pulled her good side into his arms and hugged her tight. She was so shocked as he held her and kissed her forehead repeatedly, hiding his eyes from her.
"You're okay... You're okay...Thank God..." he whispered quakily.
"Shivaay..? What happened? Who shot me? "
"Shhh... I'll fix this ... Don't worry, I'll fix this... I'm not letting you go... I promise."
*end*
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