SS: Abandoned Eyes. Note pg 58. - Page 29

Thank you for all your comments for the previous updates. 🤗

To clarify a common misinterpretation from the previous chapter, Khushi is not awake currently. The 'Khushi part' in the previous chapter, is in her head. For an example, in the 7^th Harry Potter book after Voldemort tries to kill Harry in Forbidden Forest, he meets Dumbledore at a place he assumes to be King's Cross station. That whole scene happens in his head, but is very much real. So, the 'Khushi part' is an inspiration from one of my favorite books and chapters. I can go on and on about HP. So, cutting it short, here is the next part.

CHAPTER 9A

The Tempest

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~I believe the first rains of the season have healing powers.~

Abhi mujh mein kahin
Baaki thodi si hai zindagi
Jagi dhadkan nayi
Jaana zinda hoon main toh abhi
Kuch aisi lagan iss lamhe mein hai
Yeh lamha kahaan tha mera

He remembered their first rains together. She had been so close to him that day. How he had wasted that day! How cold and stupid he had been then, would it be different if he had not fought his feelings then?

He fell back to his memories of her - her dancing, singing, jalebis and rants.

Two months had gone by without her stance improving. Now, each day drove a wedge through his heart. He had kept calm but each day broke him, his confidence and his will. Will to move on without her, will to stay happy, try to continue when his heart was in despair.

The first rains washed out his pain, soothed his heart and hid the tears that had broken free. His heart bled to see her still and his helplessness to improve it.

Main apni kismat khud likta hu.

Devi mayya apka haath pakad kar likhva rahi hai.

And she had been right everytime.

Jab aap unpe vishwas karenge tab hum apke saath nahi honge.

*****

Marr jaaun ya jee loon zaraaa
Khushiyaan choom loon
Yaa ro loon zara
Marr jaaun ya jee loon zaraa

Today, he was ready to believe in anything. God, almighty, devi mayya anything if they could bring her back to him.

He raised his eyes to the turbulent skies, begging, praying, and pleading. Anything that would work.

He saw the rain seep from his palm, a feeling of loss engulfing him.

"Khushi ko barissh bahut pasand hai. Barissh aur ek cup chai." Payal has said to him.

He walked to her, palms filled with rain water.

"You will never miss the first rains, sweetheart."

He rained it on her, the rain glistening on her face through the dim lights of the lamp shade.

Tears had never come to him naturally but today he cried. For everything he had lost, every adversity she had faced. For life and for death. He cried.

*****

Dor se tooti patang jaisi
Thi yeh zindagaani meri
Aaj hoon kal ho mera naho
Har din thi kahaani meri
Ek bandhan naya peeche seh ab mujhko bulaye
Aane wale kal ki kyun fhikar mujhko kyun sataa jaaye

He ran behind the ambulance, NO! She wouldn't leave me. He needed to see her, be with her, hold her hand, and tell her how he felt for her. She would not, could not do this to him. He felt his heart tug and stutter, trying hard to beat.

He ran behind her screaming for her, but she didn't answer. He needed to be with her, was his only thought.

His heart thudded inside his chest and pain engulfed him as the ambulance rushed out of his sight.

KHUSHIII'!!!!!!!!!!!

Startled out of the nightmare, he felt his world slipping out of his reach.

He saw her lying beside him and his heart ached. He reached for her hand to calm his racing heart, convince himself she was fine.

He began to wipe the rain drops from her face. She was so beautiful. His hands caressed her neck, cheeks and moved to her forehead. His heart contracted painfully even before it registered in his head.

She had fever! She was burning!

A fever is nothing, just flu for anyone else. In this scenario, it was gasoline to the forest fire.

For a man with insecurities everything is a threat.

For a man whose world had shrunk to accommodate only two people, the loss of one is the loss of himself.

To a man, who had lost something irreplaceable, and learned to live. Losing something important again and starting over was impossible.

A man who had bestowed his heart to his beloved, losing her was never an option.

For a man like Arnav Singh Raizada, who had loved only a few; never graced his heart to anyone except his mother and lost his mother! Losing the love of his life, Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, the girl who had filled his life with the colors he had lost with his mother was not a possibility. He would die with her. For, he could not live without her.

His brain stopped in the instant she was threatened and his heart took over.

"DDDIII"

A heart wrenching scream escaped his lips. She would help him; she was his mother now, his savior.

He rushed to the door to let her enter but the moment he saw her, he flung himself into her arms.

A child hiding in her mothers' bosom to escape the world.

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Ik aisi chubhan, iss lamhe mein hai
Yeh lamha kahaan tha mera
Ab hai saamne.. isse chhoo loon zara
Marr jaaun ya jee loon zara
Khushiyaan choom loon
Ya roh loon zara
Mar jaaun ya jee loon zara

"Chotte..."

"Chotte... Kya hua? Khushiji theek to hai na?"

Her name sent him into frenzy as he rushed to her grabbing his cell phone near the bedside simultaneously.

"Di' woh Khushi, Di. Di please kuch karo... Di she is burning! Di please usee bolo, Di. woh mujhe chod ke nahi ja sakti."

Anjali's hand stilled midway to reaching to check Khushi.

"Chotte! Aisa nahi bolte. Kuch nahi hua hain!"

His heart told him something was changing. Changing so drastically that he was helpless.

He tried to punch the numbers into the phone but failed, he tried again and the phone slipped out of his trembling hands.

"Bhai! I will call the doctor. Calm down."

He flipped around to notice his whole family standing beside him.

"Nani aap usse bolo. She can never say NO to you! Nani please bolo ke woh mujhe chod ke na jaaye!"

Nani clamped his trembling hands into her old hands trying to give him the strength. She pulled him close into a hug to feel his body tremble against hers.

"Chotte, woh yahin hai. Chalo."

She had seen her daughter burning at the pyre and kept calm. She could handle everything she had thought. But looking at the man who had been a pillar for so long, break, hurt.

He placed his shaking hand over Khushi's heart.

"woh yahin hai Chotte, aap unke dhadkan mehsoos kar sakte hain. Hai na?"

He let her feeble heartbeat calm him down. He felt his heart steady but into an irregular rhythm.

"Chotte, aap ko Khushi ke takat banna hai." he registered his nani's words and nodded.

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"Mr. Raizada, may I?"

Akash led the old doctor into the room.

"She is fine. I guess flu. No need to worry. Akash will you lead me out."

"Mr. Raizada, I understand why you didn't want me to say anything. She needs to wake up. The scales are tipping. This could go either way and looking at your brother's condition, he needs to calm down. It is not good for his health. I have injected antibiotic in hope of the fever going down. Hope for the best. I will see you in the morning."

*****

Song coutesy: Abhi Mujhme Kahin by Sonu Nigam *dreamy* from Agneepath *sigh*😉

So here is the deal, if most of you remember my note in the last update, it remains the same. I haven't seen the same amount of responses in the last update so I guess it will be the end. I cannot write when ppl don't want to read. Deal this time is what do you want for the next update, and possibly the last one, Khushi's recovery or her passage to another world? Let me know.

Sorry, I never wanted to do this. But still...

Devilways

Wen is she going to wake up

Originally posted by: smileyhug7679

Wen is she going to wake up

Poor Arnav is undergoing so much trauma ...

its upto you... you want her to wake up or pass away???

thanks for the PM

ohh m feeling bad fr both..do update soon!:)

Why not continue to write for the sake of the story? And for your own pleasure.He tried to punch the numbers into the phone but failed, he tried again and the phone slipped out of his trembling hands.

His heart told him something was changing. Changing so drastically that he was helpless.

dramatic...
i vote for recovery in next part...

Originally posted by: Inked

Why not continue to write for the sake of the story? And for your own pleasure.

I found these sentences moving:

He tried to punch the numbers into the phone but failed, he tried again and the phone slipped out of his trembling hands.

His heart told him something was changing. Changing so drastically that he was helpless.

You knw i thought over it but what makes me actually write is when someone says its good enough if not great, if someone is waiting for an update. I juggle a lot between things... somewhere writing is a passion but between all the work it has been neglected. i started writing again after more than 3 years when i first joined IF. i did that for 2 stories.. today they are just at a standstill. i dont want to put it on a standstill i want to atleast give it an ending. i knw it sounds not right, the reason i never wanted to do this. i still consider writing along but today when i actually sat down to write a chapter, words really did not tumble like they always do.
i knw its long and sounds weird.
Btw waiting for ur About Last night to begin. I miss it sorely.
thanks for ur reply. i like them to... 😉

read all da parts in one go!! i luvd it!! its so beautiful!! n i think arnav has repented enuf 4 his mistakes!! tym 2 let him off da hook!! seriously waitin 4 da nxt update!! dont stop writin cuz ppl dont respond 2 u!! i kno it sounds weird but write 4 urself!! ppl who understand wil appreciate n who dont well their loss dey missed such a gud story!!😉