She came in like a storm, not a pleasant one. Her aura, her essence, her existence: all of it a mystery that I was too eager to unravel.
She ensnared me in quandaries, in a haze I could barely fathom. Little did I know, it was only the beginning and there was so much more, miles to go before the dawn.
She made my fundamental citadels, my beliefs, my approach towards everything dwindle. My system, my cases, my faith, her questions only pushed me to the belief, maybe everything wasn't indeed so simple.
Every movement, action, and reaction of hers, gave birth to a new adrenaline rush in me. There was just something about her, something that I could feel, but I could barely see.
And then the truth came into play, and it did shake me to the core. Her story was way away from the conventional one, but it was one filled with no glory and only gore.
But glorious was our victory, when I helped her see through the odds.
Never did I know in the process, I had already surrendered to her my soul.
But was I the only one?
I bet, it was her too.
Although at that moment, she barely had any clue.
But as time passed, I dissected new layers of her.
And every time that happened, my feelings for her only grew without any measure.
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There was softness in her fierceness,
Naivety in her boldness,
And the biggest of all was her fragile little heart, albeit on the right side, but it was the purest that could ever exist.
She was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me.
Someone I didn't think I'd be lucky enough to have with me, but I did commit a mistake after all, and the consequence I could now see.
Never did I know that the resurfacing of my past, of a girl I had once loved dearly, could cost me so much. So much that the feeling of reality would pierce through me, agonize me to the point of no return. But I was ready for all the pain, all the agony, as long as I was sanguine that she would come back to me, and resurrect me from the mayhem that enmeshed me so deeply, for if there was no her, there could never be me, and if not anything, this was one truth I was cent percent sure of.
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I could feel another stream of tears building in my eyes and knew no matter how much I tried I won't be able to hold them.
And as that fresh batch of the salty thin stream of water trickled down my cheek, the flashes of everything that happened came in episodes right in front of my eyes.
Juhi's truth.
Mishti's reality.
Vidyut Ragini Pandit's plan.
And everything that followed.
I felt my heart skip a beat as the end of it all once again flashed right in front of me, making me question myself was I really alive, or this was a nightmare that I would desperately wake up from, like the one I once had, from which she had woke me up and consoled me, making me calm, like she always had.
I opened my eyes, and nothing changed.
Neither was the pain gone, nor was the torment over.
This was real.
Everything was real.
EVERYTHING.
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'I am sorry Mr. Neil Khanna, Mrs. Avni has slipped into coma. We leave it to her fate now, if she can make it. She may wake up today, tomorrow, after a year, or never. It's all up to the almighty!''
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The toxic words from the doctor's mouth from not more than 20 minutes ago echoed in my ears, making my heart clench, as did my fists.
It was my fault.
Everything was my fault.
My life was in the biggest jeopardy today, all because of me.
My life.
My Avni.
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I'm Neil Khanna.
And this is my story.
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A/N: The idea was on my mind for a long time now. Do let me know if you guys want to read further. Will be updating this one regularly then. :)
Best,
Simi😳
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