Hello 😊
So last night, after watching the epi, my imagination started playing out how it could have been…and I decided to write it down :) so this is fanfiction, on yesterdays epi.
Apologies in advance, I've never posted fanfic in india forums before, so I don't know if there's any rules involved…
And I'm writing something after a really long time…forgive the typos (if any) people. And comments are always welcome 😳
This wasn't happening.
Even as he watched Tapasya fall and heard the echoes of the gun shot echo in his ears, his heart denied the truth.
This wasn't happening! It couldn't be her who's lying there, so lifeless in her father's arm…it wasn't happening!
Rage and fear like he'd never felt like before began to race though him; the coldness of it blocking everything else. There was just one thing he needed to do: destroy the man that dared to touch his...his world…his everything!
* * *
He knew not what happened next. One moment he had been staring at his bleeding wife; and the next, he was looking down at a bloodied, barely alive Tej Singh Bundela.
Dimly, he was aware that there were arms pulling at him, voices telling him to stop. But his body didn't want to listen to them…it didn't want to stop hurting Tej.
And then he heard her.
He heard her crying…his princess was crying.
He tried to listen to her, to focus on the words. To understand them.
"Let go of him papa…" she was saying "Ma needs you now…let the police handle him. Please papa! Papa!"
And then he realized.
Tapasya was shot.
She was bleeding…dying.
Rushing to her, he gently lifted her into his arms. "don't you dare leave me now!" he told her, as he ran with her to a vehicle. "don't you dare…please!"
* * *
He felt useless.
Raghuvendra Prathab Rathore, a man who made the impossible, possible; felt useless.
He could do nothing.
Since the moment he had rushed Tapasya into the hospital, and watched her being wheeled in through the doors of the ICU; he could do nothing.
Nothing except stand and stare at the red light above the door numbly.
And stand and stare he did, until his knees finally gave way; and he sank, silently on to the hospital floor.
* * *
He felt a hand on his shoulder, and then heard her voice "papa?"
Turning his head, he realized that his Mukta was kneeling besides him. Looking into her face, he realized that she had been crying. Her eyes were red, lashes still wet with tears.
The same fear and anguish he felt in his heart was reflecting from her.
He'd forgotten about her.
He'd forgotten that he alone would not be loosing Tapasya. He alone was not going through pain.
"I should have been comforting her" he thought as guilt rushed through him "I should have been her strength."
And he'd forgotten her.
"I'm sorry" he said, lifting his hand cup her cheek. "I'm sorry I lost control. I should have —"
"no papa." Mukta cut into his apology, understanding shining in her eyes "it's ok. I understand."
Swallowing back the tears that clogged his throat, he turned back to the red light above the door.
What if she doesn't survive?
What will he do?
Could would he survive, if she left him again?
"she'll come through" Mukta said, as if she heard his thoughts, bringing his attention back to her.
She nodded at him, smiling a brave little soldiers smile "she's a fighter, my ma…she'll come through, you'll see" she said with confidence, even as fear lingered in her eyes.
Lying his head on her shoulder, he let her comfort him, and drew strength from her. Together they would wait for Tapasya to return to them.
He was not alone anymore.
