Asya SS Aghosh (Complete) - Page 5

Chapter 3

There is life in the bolt after which the door opens slowly. Asad walks inside the room. The resonance of the wind chimes greet him.

His eyes fall on Zoya and then fix there. He unknowingly walks towards her and bends down. He gazes at her for a very long time. He felt as if he was seeing her after a very long time. She looked so tired, so weary and weak. He goes in a trans. His hands reach out for her face where he gently caresses her cheek and then slides back the bands of hair trickling on her face. He then traces the dry tracks the tears had left on her face. Her eyes had big dark circles around em, her nose seemed to have thinned too. Her face lacked color, freshness and fairness. His heart felt heavy and eyes began to sting as a film starts playing n his mind.

Flashbacks:-

It was the beginning of the seventh month. All the preparations for the to-be-born baby had been done.

Zoya woke up early that morning, it was still dark outside. Her head feels heavy and it takes a 360 degree turn the moment she tries getting up. She manages to take out the medicines from the drawer. The vision in front of her eyes blurs as she tries to focus on the medicine in her hand. She closes her eyes as a severe pang rises in her head again. She feels the medicine in her hand. It felt like a pain killer. The pain keeps increasing. She sighs and gulps down the pill with water. After a while the pain decreases and she relaxes a bit. Her eyes feel heavy again. She lies down to sleep again. Asad half opens his eyes in sleep.

"What happened?" he asks sleepily.

"just a head ache." She replies.

"Medicine li?"

"Yeah."

He takes her hand in his and kisses its back, then entwines his fingers in hers and both doze off.

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He knots his neck tie while gazing out of the window. Even though its almost 9 in the morning but because of the weather it seemed still dark outside. Heavy, dark clouds had prevailed and on and off loud thunders could be heard. Soon started the spell of rain like mad. Everything soaks in rainwater, which further casts a shadow on everything.

Suddenly the lights in the room start flickering and then turn off completely. The room is almost saturated in darkness.

Something strikes his wits,

"Zoya!" he yells and then sprints out of his room calling out loudly,

"Zoyaaa!... Zoyaaa!"

"I am here Asad. Why are you yelling?" he hears her voice from the first floor.

He sighs.

"wait I am coming down…what happened to the lights?" she says.

He paces towards the stair case and yells,

"Don't…let me come first."

But it was too late. His existence turns stone as he hears Zoya's shrieks, yelling his name from mere 10 feet above him. He runs towards her like a maniac and takes her in his arms. She had lost consciousness, the back of her head bleeding. He felt it hard to breathe. The dim lights prevent him from a clear vision. He picks her up in his arms and makes for the porch.

He drove like a madman, overtaking from the right and left, not bothering about the heavy rain. The hospital felt a hundred miles away.

She was now in the Emergency. The nurses rush in and out in alacrity. Asad's heart jumps up and down in his chest. His eyes are crimson with pain and forehead on pins and needles as he waits anxiously for the doctors to come out.

Finally the head Doctor rushes out of the OT.

"Doctor…what happened doctor?"

"I am sorry Mr. Khan we couldn't save the baby."

If someone has ever seen a living man lose his life and still be alive, then he was one at that time. It was like someone had just exploded his existence into a million pieces. He could smell the unpleasing odor one smells after an explosion, but it came from the burnt pieces of his own existence only.

He stood there shattered, his face loses all the blood, it was white, his heart stopped racing. There wasn't just enough oxygen in the air. He felt numb but still the doctors voice echoes inside him, hammering nails in his heart.

"your wife is not well. She needs your support….(After a pause.)… we could have saved the baby if it were just the fall but I thing by accident your wife took wrong medicines for her headache. I am really sorry for your loss Mr. Khan. God Bless You."

He felt unreal as he stood there. His brains were not ready to accept what he had just heard. His mind wasn't ready to accept anything at the moment. He felt as if he was being hit by a fast moving train, again, again, and again.

He walks inside the OT furiously. Zoya lies there half conscious, white bandages around her forehead, wrist and palms. Her veins connected with different machines on the side.

He grabs her by her shoulders and shakes her furiously. Her body feels limp in his strong grip.

"How could you do this?" he yells at her.

The nurse in the room looks at him all horrified and then tries to release her from his grip.

"Sir please stay away

The patient is not in a condition to bear all this."

He ignores her completely.

"why did you do this?"

Her lips make a movement but she remains unable to pronounce a word.

"you killed my child."

The nurse try to pull him away but he is too strong for her.

"you killed him."

His voice drummed in her ears. Her mind boggles. She is at a loss of words. Then it strikes her.What the hell was he saying? Killed him? Whom? NOoo! She stops dead and motionless in his grip. Two words resonate in her mind again and again.

'killed him'

'killed him'

'killed him'

He pushes her back.

"why? Why? O why?"

Her head strikes with the crown, and everything starts blurring. His voice still clear in her ears.

"band karo ye drama."

He pulls away the canola from her veins with full force. The nurse shrieks as a fountain of blood pours out.

"go call the security." One nurse addresses the other frantically.

The other nurse rushes out.

Asad grabs her again but she wasn't consciousness anymore.

"you killed him, you killed him damn it."

The security staff rush in and take him out. He was still yelling frantically . the doctors rush towards Zoya.

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He snaps out of his memories. His face drenched in tears.

He looks at her arm it still had the bandage where he had pulled away the canola in fury. He felt guilty, her condition was melting him and he didn't want that. What have I done? Rigorous mystification rises in him, anger blazes in his eyes. He didn't know if he was angry on her or himself. He walks out of the room slamming the door shut behind him.

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Guns and Roses.

Please don't get pissed. I have already penned the story. I wont change anything. Just wait for the next part. Will update soon.

Ignore any errors. I don't cross check.