RaghVi FF : Nightmare Thread 2 - Page 34

Originally posted by: Amnnaa

Why is me and Sulu on same line 😭😭.

And what is MoM

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Chapter 13

Car stopped at the hospital gate as Raghav carried Sarika in his arms barging in the hospital.

R – Nurse emergency case. Call a doctor.

Keep calm. Be normal. Be normal.

His face was stoic and his voice was plain. The blood marked his shirt. But his face remained emotionless. The present was left without feelings to honor the past. He placed her on stretcher as the doctor arrived.

D – Nurse get her to OT immediately. You complete the formalities at reception. Who is she to you? We need to get consent form signed for operation.

The question was simple but the answer rides chaos in him. He chose to avoid it.

R – She is my employee. Her parents are on the way. I will complete the formalities. Make sure nothing happens to her. She is…

He stopped as the seeming worry in line of thoughts silenced him. The thoughts were paused. A storm was brewing inside him, capable of destroying his identity. She was his identity. Mind knows what it comprehends. But heart don’t need primitive beliefs, as it knows what it knows. The struggle pushed him to a place of darkness to avoid facing himself.

Doctor left as Raghav moved to reception. His hands were moving but his eyes were blank. The moments seemed to be passing without any interaction with his being. The past was standing in his face and the loop seemed to be closing on him. The air becoming heavy and the breath becoming scarce was making his head light. His existence today was getting suffocated in his natural home.

F – Anna… Anna… Sarika Ji’s parents have come. I got the details from office entry and called them. It was good that they were already in the city for visit. What did doctor said and how all this happened?

Raghav heard Farhad and moved from the reception unaware to his surroundings as the reality itself seemed to be playing a cruel joke on him. The beats were same. The dance was same. But is the partner also sam…

Is this really happening again? And if so then why it should even bother me? She was working with Ved right? She has to be. And Ved also came to save her. So yes they should be together. Yes… yes they should. They were working together. It was a shot in the dark but he came to save her. But then why didn’t she said anything when I pushed her in that moment? When we were in our mome... Shut up. Shut thef*ck up. She didn’t said because she was trained. She didn’t meant anything. Those eyes, that talk, that scent… her scent…

The heart knows what the heart knows. But present needs to cease to exist because past can’t. Present needs to end. But at last when all said and done, Heart knows what the heart knows. And it knew.

But then why she saved me??? Why she saved me?? She… she… she wanted to be a martyr so she jumped. Yes that’s why she jumped. I didn’t asked her too. It’s clearly her choice so why I have to feel guilty. But I am not feeling guilt… do I? So then what am I feeling? Why am I anxious? Why it feels like I have come back to that hill and why I feel that I lost h... No. Never, she is not her. She… she is not her. But then why did she…? No. She didn’t had to. I am not to be blamed. She jumped. But why would she jump? It has to be. It’s very clear right….

He turned looking at the OT. His eyes not blinking. His mind still trying to grab on any explanation except the one. He cannot handle that one. He can’t have everything taken away again. He lost her once. He can’t do it again. He just can’t. His helplessness standing on the sea of past, he already drowned once. The water was rising above his nose and he felt he is drowning again. And he knew only one way to get out of it. He needs pain. The pain which always seemed a constant in his existence except the time she graced his life. The pain which always seems to be boiling under the surface. He needs it to get control back. But as pain backtrack to its place, so does the rage.

You have to be the martyr right. You have to take bullet for f*cking nobody. You have to die for a f*cking nobody. Why the hell would you be stupid enough to do something like that? She will do that. She would have definitely done that in a heartbeat. Because she don’t know any other way. She was like that. But why you? You are not her. You can’t be her. You can never be her. You can neverrrr…. Be…. Herrr…..You get it. You can’t. No matter how much I wan…. Then why you have to be like her? Why you have to be her?

And a punch strikes the wall. And then another one and then next and a barrage of punches started to brace the wall of the hospital. Each with the higher ferocity then the last one. The wall seemed to be changing the color as the blood started to drip from his hands to paint it crimson. It was hurting. It had been hurting for a long time. But as always the pain seemed to be coming from its old residence, as the ice ached. What else could he have felt in all the constant reminder of what he lost?

I failed. I failed her.

Farhad ran in too stop his anna who seemed to be in world of nothingness with all that he collected in his lifetime, emptiness.

F – Stop anna… stop. You will hurt yourself. It’s of no use anna. Doctor will save Sarika Ji.

Farhad tried but his voice seemed to be falling on deaf ears as the punches continued. The reasoning was blurred as it became murkier if those punches were because she is not her or because why she is not her. No answer was in sight and the blow kept going but the eyes still remained blank.

D – What are you doing here? This is hospital. Stop it. And we need to talk to her parents and old doctor immediately. Are they here?

M – Yes doctor. I am her mother. Tell me what you want to talk about?

Her mother spoke who was witnessing everything standing there with her father. Her eyes were moist but she kept her silence.

D – Firstly we need to get AB- blood immediately. Will you guys donate as we don’t have it in our blood bank currently? And secondly I need to talk to her doctor about her medical history. Can you get him on call?

Her mother got lost for words as she shared a look with her husband. Whereas Raghav didn’t stopped as the punches seemed like medium for symphony his blood was writing on the wall.

M – Sorry doctor but we don’t share her blood group but we will try to arrange it immediately. And regarding medical history, there was a major accident in which she was involved couple of years ago but the doctor who attended her then is out of country. You can talk to her therapist if you want. It was suggested for the trauma. The number is on her cell. What’s the matter doctor? Why are you not telling us anything clearly? We already lost her once. We can't loose her again.

Accident??? She was involved in an accident???

The punches never stopped. The world ceased to exist. The pain and rage seemed to be only companion. But even then the voice for her can’t be ignored. She can’t be ignored. Not sure by mind or heart. Funny thing.

D – Ok but get blood urgently as we don’t have much time. And we needed to talk to her doctor regarding the other bullet. It seemed to have been left in her so we would be needing history from her doctor. It seems quite close to her heart but we need to remove both of them now. To be honest the operation has minimum chance of success but as the pressure seemed to be increasing and we don’t have any other option. We need your consent.

Raghav stopped as his world crashed in the instant. His hands dropped as his arms seemed to have lost the strength. The moment froze. He froze.

Two bullets? She… two bullets.

His body dropped to the floor as his mind went numb. His eyes stopped to blink. And his breath... his breath was fighting for her breath. The surroundings lost its meaning as his existence was gifted to him and he again led her to oblivion. The fate plays cruel tricks but it was him this time who failed her again. It was on him. It was always on him.

She came back. She came back for me. She came for me and I failed her. I failed her again.

It seems you got my superpower.

Originally posted by: LoveHopeMagic

It seems you got my superpower.

Thanx but I have mine.

Lovely intense portrayal of emotions angst by R....now we need P..S side one....so P is S...we need a emotional chapter from P Side too

.will be waiting...R is full of pain angst guilt but his faith on his love ought to be have stronger...I am hoping to get it from P Side...R should have had immense faith on his love but his guilt overpowered his love...but with P it will be only love...waiting

I am speechless 😳

Originally posted by: lateuser1234

Thanx but I have mine.

Ohh I know.

FINALLY my theories have come true! S is P and it's confirmed!!🥳

I'm speechless yet again.👏

Raghav taunting and calling Pallavi stupid to take a bullet for him and blaming and hurting himself was so beautifully executed! Him punching on the wall due to his guilt and angst was so poignant. I nearly cried😭

On the bright side, I am glad that S is neither Sulochana, Sharda, Shri or Sunny🤣

Ohooo pallo mata is here.

Thank you for tagging

Wide-eyed! Before coming to the story, you write so damn well. It is like sitting in that hospital reception area and watching the scene unfold; or being in R’s body to feel the pain he wants to engulf himself in. More so, because the reader is just there in that moment, like one of the characters or a furniture lying around - why I say this, because there is no visibility to, what will happen next. We are made to undertake the journey like all the characters do; if there are theories, they are akin to a gut-ferl one of them can have.

To the chapter, take a bow! To keep the upward arc is no mean feat. And there is so much patience in the way you write, that makes the reader impatient. Its like the sustained notes.

R’s emotions are all over the place. The debate between his brain and heart, the confusions, the oscillation between belief, expectation, reality, 👌🏼

The discussion of S is P, is stale. So, letting that in the sideline. It is interesting to see what is unfolding, final pieces coming together, but not before adding more misery, more mystery.

To know that so much awaits, for the last chapter, increases the anticipation of it all.

The present was left without feelings to honor the past. Trying to read this again, maybe the Saturday morning dull effect.

It has to be. It’s very clear right….Then why you have to be like her? Why you have to be her? The progressing thoughts ceded with doubts. Brilliant play with words.

This chapter is a big fat treat!!!