Hello :)
So I wrote this the night after the episode was aired, but geez, you won't believe the trouble I had typing it out😛
So... if you've read any of my other fanfictions, you probably realized that most of its from RPR point of view (I'm obsessed with the man, but really, can you blame me?😉 😆)
This one's from the "Rathore Ladies" point of view.
It was a little more complicated, so I hope you don't get lost among the "she"s😃
Comments always welcome...
"He's here!"
That's the first clear thought that went crossed her mind. She had been drifting, in between sleep and wakefulness. She didn't want to wake up fully…for then the pain would come. But this was blissful; this strange, drug induced state.
But when she'd felt him, when she'd realized that he was here, she battled her drooping eyelids, just to see if it's really him.
He sat beside her, the man who made her heart smile. His eyes looked tired, and his hair was a mess…but he was here.
Even with her lying on an ICU bed, he couldn't seem to resist lecturing her; scolding her as he used to, all those years ago. It made her smile, this predictable reaction of his.
With her hand clasped safely in his, she listened to him as he half scolded, half pleaded with her to get well soon.
Looking into his eyes, she saw that they still had traces of fear in them; fear of losing her. And the love that shined from his smile, the tenderness that poured in his voice caressed her, easing her pain…giving her strength.
He's telling her to choose a prize…make a list of all the things she wants; he's actually bribing her to get well soon.
Silly man! Doesn't he understand, him being here, him showing her how much he still loves her, that's all the motivation she'll ever need.
Closing her eyes, she lets him stroke her hair and lull her to sleep. Her heart whispered, just once, if only 'she' was here as well…
* * * * * *
She hesitated at the door.
They told her that she could go inside, have a family moment with her parents. And she wanted to, badly.
But she hesitated … she could see them through the glass pane of the door; they were holding hands.
He was holding their joined hands to his cheek, a content smile on his face. It made tears well up in her eyes, looking at his smile…after the hours if uncertainty and anguish he'd gone through, her papa deserved to have this moment of happiness.
Looking at her mother, the tears that had filled her eyes began to slide down her face. She looked so fragile…so broken.
Knowing that it was trying to save her that had her mother in the ICU, and knowing that she had almost died made the guilt she had been trying to hold back wash over her in staggering waves.
The need to see her, to see for herself that she's not going to leave—not when she just got her back—helped her move.
She walked into the room slowly, hesitating, and only moved closer to the bed when she saw her father's encouraging smile.
Stumbling now, almost blinded with tears, she manages to sit in a corner of the bed, and tried hard to remember all the things she had wanted to tell her.
She'd had so many hours worth of things to tell her, but when she finally manage to speak, all she could say way "I'm sorry…I love you" over and over again.
"it's…not…you're fault" Tapasya said, each word sounding painful to her ears, making her cry harder.
Sliding so that her head on her mother's lap, she cried…cried and let the tears wash out the fear and guilt.
Finally, when her tears had exhausted her, she realized that her papa was stroking her hair. Blinking to see through the tears, she looks up at him and sees him smiling at her Ma…and that their hands were clasped once more.
Closing her eyes once more, she let out a soft and content sigh as the last of her tears dried up.
She had all that she needed.
