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Part 1
Scenario : Rashi is out of the house. Jigar's and Rashi's relationship has worsened to the extent that Rashi could no longer bear to be in the house and face Jigar's obvious hatred. She has grown to love him so much.
Here she has seen him in public and to her horror she saw a gun aimed straight for her husband.
'JIGARJEEE!!!' screamed a familiar voice.
Before Jigar could actually turn around fully to see who it was, a gunshot was heard and a body fell onto the ground with a dull thud right in front of him.
Jigar's heart stooped when he realised that the victim was his very own wife, Rashi.
He could not think anymore, he was to frantic to think, blood was staining his wife's pallu at her hip.
He screamed for an ambulance, for help, anything. A kind passerby helped him put the injured Rashi into a car and off they were to the hospital. Too worried for his wife he did not even wait for his Aham Bhai who had apparently ran after the the attacker.
In the car Rashi's head was spinning, the pain on her hip was excruciating. If anything, she was just glad that the bullet did not hurt her Jigar-jee. Here she was in the car nustled against him, looking at him worried like this told he did care, he still cared. If this was going to be her last moments on Earth, she was glad it was in the arms of the man she came to love, the only man she loved despite the circumstances in which they were married, despite his indifference towards her for the past few months and maybe, just maybe he still loved her a little or else why has he worked himself up into such a frenzy. She needed to look at him, to tell him that she loved him with all her heary, in case it was really her time to die.
The pain was unbearable but she shifted herself only to have Jigar hold her closer and shout louder at the poor driver who must be regretting on his kind act considering how much noise Jigar was making.
'Jigar-Jee,' croaked Rashi.
'Rashi bas ponch rahe hai, please meri Jaan himmat na haro,' Jigar pleaded, a mixture of tears and sweat streaming down his face.
Rashi was so relieved in spite of herself. 'Meri Jaan'?! His Jaan? She was still his Jaan?! Oh how she wished she would live now. But she still needed to tell him.
'Main aap se boht pyar karti hu, boht zyada,' stuttered Rashi in pain before she fell unconscious on Jigar's shoulder.
Should I continue?
Scenario : Rashi is out of the house. Jigar's and Rashi's relationship has worsened to the extent that Rashi could no longer bear to be in the house and face Jigar's obvious hatred. She has grown to love him so much.
Here she has seen him in public and to her horror she saw a gun aimed straight for her husband.
'JIGARJEEE!!!' screamed a familiar voice.
Before Jigar could actually turn around fully to see who it was, a gunshot was heard and a body fell onto the ground with a dull thud right in front of him.
Jigar's heart stooped when he realised that the victim was his very own wife, Rashi.
He could not think anymore, he was to frantic to think, blood was staining his wife's pallu at her hip.
He screamed for an ambulance, for help, anything. A kind passerby helped him put the injured Rashi into a car and off they were to the hospital. Too worried for his wife he did not even wait for his Aham Bhai who had apparently ran after the the attacker.
In the car Rashi's head was spinning, the pain on her hip was excruciating. If anything, she was just glad that the bullet did not hurt her Jigar-jee. Here she was in the car nustled against him, looking at him worried like this told he did care, he still cared. If this was going to be her last moments on Earth, she was glad it was in the arms of the man she came to love, the only man she loved despite the circumstances in which they were married, despite his indifference towards her for the past few months and maybe, just maybe he still loved her a little or else why has he worked himself up into such a frenzy. She needed to look at him, to tell him that she loved him with all her heary, in case it was really her time to die.
The pain was unbearable but she shifted herself only to have Jigar hold her closer and shout louder at the poor driver who must be regretting on his kind act considering how much noise Jigar was making.
'Jigar-Jee,' croaked Rashi.
'Rashi bas ponch rahe hai, please meri Jaan himmat na haro,' Jigar pleaded, a mixture of tears and sweat streaming down his face.
Rashi was so relieved in spite of herself. 'Meri Jaan'?! His Jaan? She was still his Jaan?! Oh how she wished she would live now. But she still needed to tell him.
'Main aap se boht pyar karti hu, boht zyada,' stuttered Rashi in pain before she fell unconscious on Jigar's shoulder.
Should I continue?
