hello :)
yday..rathore..need i say more? 😊
sorry, this is not a continuation of my prev post...
but this is for all those who wanted to read more 😳
and for the man himself, who pours life into RPR so beautifully😳
do comment :)
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"7 hours" his heart whispered at him again, as he stood in front of the ICU door.
7 hours... 420 minutes... 25200 seconds. That's how long it'll take for him to breathe with ease again.
That's how long it'll take for them to be certain if her heart...his heart...would survive.
That's how long it'll be, until he sees her again.
He knew that there's no point standing there; that no matter how long he stared at the door, it will not open for him. But the need to see her, touch her, hold her was becoming unbearable' it was choking him.
And so he stood, a single door separating his world from him, and closed his eyes, as memories of her began to washed over him.
Meeting her, that beautiful butterfly with an attitude...talking to her... getting to know her...dancing with her...
He remembered how when they first met, how much he'd enjoyed clashing heads with her...oh, how he had loved to get her all worked up!
Then, when they finally got married; he remembered how she'd opened up to him, slowly allowing him into her heart...her life.
Her wit, her smile, her large expressive eyes (and how they'd grow wide when she lied)' they all seem to flash before his eyes, warming his cold soul.
Her laughter, her innumerable excuses and lord, her temper! They made him smile, even as tears pooled behind his closed lids and slid down his face.
7 hours.
That's how long it'll be, until he can see her again.
So until then he'll stand, his hand on the door that separates him from her, and her memories held close to his heart.
There's a heart that bleeds on either side of the door...
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
