SS:Imtihaan Do Dilon Ki - Chapter 5 (LAST) Page 18 - Page 3

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Very nice. Dopm me pls if u continue. I loved everything in this, very fresh !!

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Originally posted by: MysticRiver

interesting start...please continue...😊

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Woow... it was an awesome start... lovely part...
So nice to see that raman cares si much for ishita...
And if possible do pm me..
Cont. Soon,. Waiting for updates... 👏

Helloo again, lovely readers! Thank you SO much and more for all your feedback and support. I absolutely love all the comments and am excited to write for you folks. Here is the next chapter and I hope you guys will show as much as love as you have for the first part!

ENJOY :D

Chapter 2

A beautiful refreshing rain was pouring outside; the sky was a Persian blue, laden with dark clouds that almost threatened a downpour. Raman was stopped at a traffic light, his impatience growing with every second. As the sky sprinkled rain drops, Raman's mind went into overdrive; he had just received a call from his mother telling him that Ishita had gone into labor.

"HOW CAN THIS BE? YEH KAISE HO SAKTA HAIN", Raman asked himself over and over again. The longer it took for him to drive up to the City Hospital, the heavier the gravity of the situation was beginning to feel. An abundance of questions went through his mind.

"Ishita teekh hain ya nahi?", "Ruhi kaha hogi is waqt?", "Hamara bacha teek hoga?"

Raman coaxed himself for getting distracted while driving. He needed to reach the hospital as fast as he could. He couldn't believe either that his parents had waited so long to tell him about Ishita's condition. He was still unsure why Ishita had not tried to call Raman when she was in pain, but luckily, Ishita had dialed their neighbor's number who had been able to reach the Bhalla residence in the nick of time to help Ishita.

It took Raman another half hour to reach the hospital. As he drove into a parking spot, his tires screeching, he felt a sudden rush of emotions. He ran the flight of stairs to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit and searched frantically for familiar faces. He found his parents seated in the waiting room, hunched over, tired from the occurrences of the day.

Mrs. Bhalla turned to see her son walking up to her and as she looked at Raman, she saw a million questions brewing in his eyes. Raman's eyes were sunken with worry so Mrs. Bhalla knew she had to do something soon to placate all his worries.

"Raman, puttar, shukar hain tum sahi salamat pohanch gaye"

Raman wrapped his mother in an embrace. His mother's arms had not felt any safer than it did today; Raman felt frail and week in his knees, and he knew that only his mother would have the strength to uplift him.

Mr. Bhalla got up from his seat, walked over to Raman and placed a hand on his head.

"Beta, Ishita pe emergency c-section karna pada. Woh abhi araam kar rahi hain."

"Woh teek tho hain na, Papa?," Raman asked, worry clearly playing in his voice.

"Haan puttar, tum fikar mat karo. Ishita bilkul teek hain... par" Mr. Bhalla paused. He couldn't bring himself to say anymore.

"Par kya papa? Hamara bacha? Woh kaisa hain?" Raman asked, the anxiety building in his voice with every passing moment.

As soon as Raman had asked the question, Dr. Malhotra walked behind him and ushered Raman to a corner of the NICU. Dr. Malhotra explained to Raman that their baby boy had been born premature and has a condition called Respiratory Distress Syndrome. He explained to Raman that there were a multitude of reasons this might have happened, but the important thing right now was to provide the best care to Ishita and their baby boy. When Raman asked if he could see his child, Dr. Malhotra accompanied him to the room where Raman and Ishita's baby lie.

Raman looked at his son and was overcome by a whirlwind of emotions. His son weighed a measly 1 pound and 3 oz. Seeing his son on a ventilator, in this plexiglass box, his face obscured by breathing tubes scared Raman. The frailty of their new born child was terrifying to Raman. Raman watched as a nurse wrapped his son in a small diaper and adjusted the feeding line in his baby's stomach.

Raman walked away from the NICU room, unable to watch his son so weak and fragile. He stood by a window as he listened to the downpour of the rain. The sky was becoming cold and dark and the storm outside had intensified. Raman's eyes welled up in tears as he looked down at his feet, feeling defeated and helpless as his child and wife went through this trial.

When Raman was allowed to go in to meet Ishita, he hoped that the thundering and rumbling of the storm brewing outside would mask his sadness. He found Ishita upright in her hospital bed, looking beaten and worn out from the exhausting series of events of the past 8 hours.

Ishita looked up at Raman and tried to say a few things. She was trying to muster up the courage to say something to Raman, but her lower lip trembled as she tried to fight back the tears. She tried again, clearing her throat, but the twisted lump in her throat remained.

Raman walked up to Ishita and sat on the side of her bed. He held her hand and kissed it as a lone tear escaped his eyes. Raman wished he could do something to ease the ache in Ishita's heart, but he felt so helpless.

"Ishita, I am so sorry main us waqt tumhara saath nahi de paya." Raman said.

Ishita lifted a finger to Raman's lips, "Nahi Raman. Isme aapki koi galti nahi hain. Hamme nahi pata tha..." Ishita tried to finish her sentence, but instead gulped for air...it was so hard to breathe.

Raman wiped the tear that fell from her luminous eyes. He needed to be strong for the both of them. There would never be any respite for them if they focused only on the solemnity of the situation, so Raman tried to divert Ishita's attention.

"Mubarak ho jaan, ladka hua hain," Raman said in an attempt to make the mood lighthearted.

Ishita smiled through her tears and as she leaned closer to Raman, their foreheads touching, she said, "Aapko bhi Mubarak ho, Mr. Raman Kumar Bhalla."

"Tho...aapne hamare chote sahibzaade ke liye naam socha hain ya nahi?" Raman asked.

Ishita squinted her eyes and allowed herself to be whisked away from the moment. She lost herself in the silence that was settling in the room. Far away in the distance she could hear the muffled sound of thunder. Right now, in this moment, amongst all the agony that she knew was only beginning to come, with Raman by her side, Ishita felt blessed. The moment she came to that realization, she knew what to name their son.

"Rehaan," Ishita said.

"Rehaan," Raman repeated. Raman nodded his head in approval.

"Ruhi and Rehaan", Ishita said with pride, and with a smile, albeit weak and frail, playing on her lips. She let the sound
of those names linger in the air.

Raman allowed those names to settle in his heart. He loved the ring they had to them; their soul (Ruhi) entwined together, their togetherness a blessing from God (Rehaan); the names could not have been any more perfect for their children.

Raman and Ishita held each others' hands, encouraging each other, reminding each other that everything would be alright. The sat like that for the rest of the night as the thunderstorm turned into a slow, rhythmic, lullaby that caressed them to sleep.

Phew! That's all for today, ladies and gentlemen :D I really hope you enjoyed it! Till I see you all again, Alvida and Subah Bakhair/Shabah Khair! LOTS OF LOVE, HUGS AND KISSES!!!

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