She was Maanvi Chaudary. Cancer surviver. And he was Virat Vadhera. Her soul. Her soul which she had somehow managed to lose while she was busy fighting for her life. She had lied to, threatened and hurt him. All for his good. She longed for him to leave her, go back to Maya and be happy. She had tried to ignore her treacherous heart, by telling him continuously that he was nothing to her. But somewhere inside she knew that these words would have no effect on his love for her. She could see the love in his eyes which was enough to make it extremely hard for her to keep her feelings under check. But she never let it show, literally screaming at him when he dared to talk to her. Those were the first few months of her treatment. Then she became too weak to scream, to lie. He never stopped visiting her, coming at least four times a week. He used to sit next to her, sometimes trying to hold her hand in his. She used to pull her hand back as if burned by his touch. The silent plea in his eyes had shook her to the core. She spent her sleepless nights thinking about about what he would do without her. How many times had she woken up hearing his sobs? She had closed her eyes immediately not wanting him to know that she saw.It was during one among such moments that she decided that she will fight this disease and win just so that she could tell him that she loves him. Now she was in his house, his room so that she can tell those 3 magical words to him.
She had talked to Jeevika di, Jiju and Virat's mother. She explained to them everything that happened between her and Virat. All three of them wanted Virat and her to be happy. They deserved the happiness, after almost one year of mental torture. Her's di's reaction was what had really made her happy. She had hugged Maanvi and told her that she had taken the right decision. Then after hastily wiping her tears she sent Maanvi to Virat's room and hurried off to call Virat and tell him that Maanvi was waiting for him.
Maanvi sat down on his bed, feeling a bit tired. She grabbed his pillow and hugged it to herself inhaling his scent. Suddenly she felt a disturbance in the atmosphere. It had become very hot.
Flash
Virat was sitting near her, his head bent down. His face was covered by his hands. His body was shivering due to sobs. "Maanvi", he whispered. Maanvi was in shock. How did he enter without her noticing? Was she hallucinating? Gently she kept a hand on Virat's shoulder. "Virat?" she asked. He showed no sign of hearing that.
Flash
Virat was standing near the mirror now. He was dressed in a completely different set of clothes. As she watched he took out a photo of her from a drawer. He watched it for a few minutes and then held it against his heart. He closed his eyes as if he was the happiest man in the world.
She realized that it was not just her who relied on photos at times.
Flash
He was sitting right behind her, his legs almost touching her. He leaned against the bedstand propped up with a pillow and was staring at his phone. She inched closer to him. He still showed no sign of knowing that she was near him. He was reading her previous messages with tear filled eyes. Maanvi felt herself tear up, something which she hated.
Suddenly the vision broke and she heard a phone ringing somewhere downstairs. Virat was no longer with her but the effect of the vision somehow still lingered. She didn't think it was her hallucination anymore. It seemed real. Things which had really happened.
The door burst open, distracting her. Jeevika di was standing there. She was looking as pale as a sheet of paper, her eyes were bloodshot and she gripped the door for support. Maanvi immediately rushed towards her to provide her with support. Jeevika pushed Maanvi's hands away and cupped her face with her hands.
"Maanvi..Virat.." she whispered ,struggling to draw breath.
Maanvi couldn't speak. She felt her breathing stop.
"had an accident.." Jeevika somehow managed to finish. She didn't now how Maanvi was going to cope up. It seemed like a serious accident. Her devar...
Maanvi's world was spinning. She could feel the change in her breathing pattern. This couldn't be happening to them. They had suffered too much to have their day of happiness smashed into bits. Suddenly her shock changed to anger and determination. She would not let fate come between him and her again. She had defeated fate once. Now it was his turn. And she knew that he would succeed. After all he was her partner.
"Which hospital?", she asked.
Udne Ki Aasha
Kumkum Bhagya
