Part 3(Last part)
He drove off without telling anyone. Though he was driving, his mind was elsewhere. He felt restless, a kind of restlessness that can be felt only when you are in love. On the way, he saw a group of people crowding in front of something. There were shattered glass pieces and pool of blood which indicated that an accident had taken place. Some random person asked him to stop. He noticed it and stopped. The person asked whether he could take the unconscious girl who met with the accident to hospital. He looked out to see a girl drenched in a pool of blood. Her face wasn't clearly visible due to blood stains. But she felt familiar. Something exceptional was there, which he could sense. It was then that he noticed the dress that she was wearing-the saree, the violet coloured one, it belonged to Akshara. His heart skipped a beat. He became numb. Somehow he managed to get out of the car and moved towards the girl. By her side, there was a bag, probably the one that she carried. Naitik was about to take it when he noticed the ring on her finger-the same that he had put on her hand during their engagement. Her hands slipped from his. In one movement, he took her and tried to shake her back to life. Blood was dripping from her body and it wetted his shirt. People around him asked whether he knew her-a question that he cannot answer at the moment, because even though he knew her as his wife, may be he failed to know her completely. He failed to realize that his Akshara cannot be perfect because she's also a human being, like him. He drove off to the hospital. He kept looking at her blood stained face, till she disappeared into the casuality room. He waited outside, unable to regret his deeds even for a moment, because his mind had gone numb, totally. The doctors came out to tell him that she can be out of danger only if she regains her consciousness before long. On his query about meeting her, they willingly agreed. So, he went inside the dead cold ICU to find his wife, plastered all over, surviving with the help of a ventilator. He came and sat next to her, and held her hand.
May be his touch was a little too familiar to her, in the sub conscious mode or may be she loved him too much for that reason, she opened her eyes. She smiled at his tears and he couldn't help but hug her. They did not speak a word, but all the speaking was done. He kissed her forehead, already stitched because of a head injury, and she winced in pain-a pain so sweet that she rejoiced in it. They again hug………………………………….!
THE END!
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