Note- I don't know what gave u impression that I will make a
sad ending maybe because I mentioned crying, but read on fearlessly because I won't
disappoint you that way at least.
It was dark outside, and so was inside his room, as he sat
there alone. Though his life had only brightened since the day he decided not
to shut her off his life. Every minute, was now filled with endless
possibilities as if they lived worth whole life every day, together. The loneliness
of last year was completely washed off with her presence around him, just
taking care of him, his needs, and everything else. He was amazed by the way
she kept stock of his every movement every breath, as if she was on hyper alert
mode whenever around him, perhaps he'd not understood her commitment to their
relation yet, no, he'd just chosen to ignore it in his self preservation which couldn't
be called self preservation as he was trying to save her the pain, yet giving
her pain all the while doing so. Those realizations shook him deep, letting her
take over his life all the more.
There was still that emotional gap he preferred that way as
he didn't want her to attach herself more, as if anymore was possible. But that
was important to reduce her pain if things went wrong, only he didn't know if
it was of any significant use. More he did this not to raise false expectations
for her, while his own mind went senseless. Dreams of a life were frequent now,
only he didn't share them, like a secret prayer, there was a fear that it might
not come true if he shared them.
Days were passing slowly, though he looked forward to life
with a hope now. His visits to his family increased though he refused their
requests to shift, he had his own reasons for that, didn't want to be in front
of them all the time - and be the reason of their pains. Also he didn't let her
shift to mansion with him how much ever she requested, the reasons were same.
Today he had a meeting with the doctor and he left for that
alone, didn't tell anyone, he wanted to do it alone. His steps felt heavy while
taking few steps from the waiting area to doctor's cabin, earlier he didn't
fear, but now in these few days he'd built up so many dreams that he feared his
He smiled sadly thinking how he'd become a shadow of the man that
he was, Maan Singh Khurrana, Indian Army, who didn't think before taking up
fight with a group of armed terrorist single handed, today feared his own
heart, his own weak heart. But her thoughts kept him going, standing strong. At
each step she proved to be his true life partner. But he failed, failed to be
her partner, even to fulfill the promises he so brazenly made. With only a hope
of second chance in heart he entered the doctor's chamber.
"Well you are lucky to get a donor so early."
Maan smiled, it seemed a long time since he last smiled. It sure
felt different. He felt free, sort of, couldn't fathom the feeling.
"I suppose I am; can we start the procedures soon."
"Yes, your latest reports are here, which is as normal as it
can get, we can start the medicine to prepare your body for the transplant.
It's a 15 day course, after which we can proceed with the operation."
"Sure, any additional precautions."
"Just what you've been doing till now, only avoid these food
- they thicken the blood, I will give you the list."
"I will meet you after 15 days."
"Sure, but there are things I want to talk about, you want
to do it now or later?"
"Tell me now, otherwise it will pester me."
"Just the regular disclosures and stuff about the procedure.
Take it as a procedure,
I am not trying to discourage you, it's my duty to tell
you about all the possibilities."
"I am all ears doc."
"Well, firstly it's a complicated thing you know
transplantation, secondly your body might not accept a foreign organ. The after care is also
an equally important phase, you have to spend a lot of time under observation
even if initially your body does accept the foreign organ. After discharge
there will be regular weekly check-up to monitor any new developments. Medicines
will continue for a long time, least you can assume a year."
"I guess that's it for now, finance is not an issue I
Maan nodded his head in No.
"And another thing, it is my personal opinion but I would
like to tell you that don't try to do this alone, you will need you family by
He broke the news of the operation to his family, filtered
out the complication thing, they needn't know this anyway there was no other
alternative. Relief was evident from their faces, his masi left for temple
first thing, she couldn't thank god enough to give life back to her son. Dev-Meera
sensed their need for a private moment and left them alone.
Silence that surrounded them seemed to consume her, but her
savior was sitting just beside, he held her hands in his.
"Aaj bahut dino ke baad ek ummeed si jaagi hai Geet, humara
intezaar khatam hoga na?"
Her heartbeats rose to an exceptional level and she was way
too overwhelmed, it was too early to just start weaving dreams of happiness
again, but this heart is foolish, it can make castle of dream in seconds. She
dare not voice her thoughts, lest it lead to rising of false expectations, but
silently let it come out in form of prayer to become true.
"Zindagi ke iss imtehaan me hum zarur safal honge, mujhe aap
parr aur apne babaji parr bharosa hai."
She conveyed her heart to him. Trying and failing to keep
hopes out of her voice, but there wasn't a need to hide anything from him.
"Aur mujhe tumhare bharose parr bharosa hai Geet."
"Aur mujhe humare saath par bharosa hai."
She kept her head on his shoulder as they chatted normally
after a long time; this closeness was soothing them after a long time. But something
was bothering her, like an ache a deep need of a nuptial bond.
"Aaj aapse kuchh maang sakti hu?"
She sat straight and looked into his eyes while making her
"Mujhe meri engagement ring wapas chahiye."
His expressions changed immediately, they've been here
before, and he'd refused her that time. This time also his answer was same only
he didn't know how to convey. It was easier that time to refuse her, because he
was sure then, sure that he will be back to her and he kept his promise. It was
in his hand to fight and come out successful, but this time he was pitted
against the death and his confidence faltered big time.
But his eyes betrayed him big time; she could see his
decision in them clearly and his dilemma too.
"Aapne kaha aapko bharosa hai, humare pyar parr, humare
saath parr, aap mujhe mana nahi kar sakte."
"Ye kaise zid hai Geet."
Helplessness evident in his voice, he tried to explain her
but clearly his resolve was much weaker this time or rather her conviction was much
"Zidd hai toh zidd hi sahi. I won't let you refuse me this
time, you have to agree. I want to fight this time Maan, fight with you, for
you, for us."
He had to surrender in front of her, perhaps he was solely
tempted. A bond so strong that pulled him to her even when death decided to
separate them, he wanted that. He felt lighter, not at all burdened with the
responsibilities or expectations of this relation, maybe because they had
already crossed that line and their relation reached beyond any accountability
of give and take, there was only a need, a deep urge to give more, more and
more at both the sides.
He held her hand tight as he was wheeled to operation
theatre; she kept looking at him silently promising I will be waiting for you. He
in turn tried to assure, I will be back soon, but the confidence was lower this
side. She squeezed his hand as if chastising him about having any doubts, she
didn't have any.
"Madam you have to stay here, outside."
The nurse stopped her as they reached the door of the OT, he
was pushed inside and their hands separated unwillingly, the last brush of the
finger as if wanted to convey so much, all at once, yet all it was just a
touch. The doors closed, now endless wait remains.
"We need these papers signed."
The doctor had come with the paperwork.
"It's just a formality, you know it's a complicated
procedure but that's the only option right. Just sign it Geet."
Dev tried to assure her, her hands were shaking very badly,
but she had to sign it for him, for them, she wanted to do this for the last
time. It was an agonizing eight hour surgery; she couldn't stay here, felt
suffocated. She left from there, this time she didn't chose the farthest pillar
of the temple, she'd come to pray today.
He opened his eyes, the lights were dim still it blinded him
for a second. He looked around to find his family circling him, they had tears
in their eyes and it was justified. But the one he seeks was absent; his eyes
scanned the whole room for her, not finding her he questioned.
He asked slowly, it was still difficult to speak as he was
not fully conscious. But conscious or not, only she ruled his mind, his heart,
Nurse came in and shooed all of them away from the OT after
giving him another injection for unconsciousness otherwise he wouldn't be able
to bear that pain. He was supposed to be shifted to ICU too, now that operation
She sat by him as he opened his eyes next time, not knowing
if it was the next day, or next week already. Most of the time he was kept
unconscious, and whenever it broke he never found her by his side. But his
restlessness came to an end today. He squeezed her hand to gain her attention;
she jumped immediately at the sudden movement.
Tears came out of her eyes next moment seeing him open his
eyes for the first time after operation. She knew he'd been conscious before but
missed it all the time in her prayers for him. He wanted to wipe her tears off,
but his hands refused to oblige. He sighed as this helplessness would soon end,
and signaled her to wipe her tears with his eyes.
The recovery was speedy with his love by his side, he didn't
need to take care of himself; she did all on her own. He was allowed to speak
now and they spent time talking, and today he was feeling exceptionally well,
and in mood of some fun.
She was feeding him the soup and he was making faces as
usual, he wanted to enjoy every moment of her care.
"Chup-chap peelo, I know you like to trouble me."
"Trouble aur main? Khud ye feekasa soup roz pee kar dekho
then you will know."
"Mai kyu piyu? Mera heart transplant thodi hua hai."
She smirked at her win over this argument, now scores
settled, 3 all.
"Waise Geet, mai soch raha tha ki you know mera heart
transplant hua hai..."
"Haan Maan I know, toh..."
"Toh mai soch raha tha ki, you know pyar toh dil se karte
hai, what if I am not able to love you the same anymore..."
He stopped seeing her blanched face, her expression change
from curious, to anger, to pain. She looked at him like he was an illusion of
oasis in the desert of her life. He immediately regretted his little prank. But
with this he also realized the depth of her insecurity and level of assurance
he needs to give her about his presence in her life.
"Geet wo mazak tha..."
He said immediately to do some damage control and sighed as
only anger remained on her face.
"Mazzak!!! Mazzak lagta hai ye sab aapko? Ye sab jo humne
saha aapko sab mazzak lagta hai? Ek ek pal maine kaise ghut ghut kar bitayee
jaante hai aap?"
"Geet meri baat suno..."
"Nahi, nahi jaante aap. Kuchh bhi nahi jaante. Ye bhi nahi
jaante ki yeh zindagi bass tab tak hai jab tak "hum" hai..."
He kept his finger on her lips stopping her from speaking
anymore; he didn't need to hear her insecurities but resolved that there wouldn't
"It doesn't matter Geet, doesn't matter even if I don't have
my heart anymore. You know why? Because I love you; loved you not only with
that heart, but love you with every fiber of my body."
She hugged him, not too tight but firmly, as if to never let
go, and she won't, they were together now and this time forever.
He separated her from him and sat on his bed, making her sit
beside him still facing him. He held out his hand for her to take.
He looked curious at her instant reply, usually girls will
be all emotional and crying and take a minute or two to believe it's true - yah
all that movie stuff. Only then they reply. But not Geet, they've already had
their share of waiting for a lifetime, not anymore.
"Are you sure?"
"Bilkul sure" She had that big smile, and he wanted to
dissipate any awkwardness between them due to the last conversation.
"Soch lo... I don't have a job anymore."
He mocked, oh! The normalcy of this conversation made him
"Koi farak nahi padta... I have one, and you do own the
company I am aware of that."
"So that's what you want me for? The money?"
He had his eyebrows raised but that naughty smile lingered
there on his lips. She smiled at his attempts to make situation light. She was
herself feeling naughty after so long.
"Well yes and..."
"And..?." he was curious now.
"And this sexy body..."
"Oh really?" he was delighted. His shape may have become bad
by medicines and operation but the rightly built body of an Army man still
She nodded in yes biting her lips in anticipation.
"Well I am afraid you will have to wait for a year, and I
blame the doctor"
"I can wait a lifetime for you."
"You don't have to. I love you."
"I love you too."
Their love found words finally, and it was a liberating
feeling to be able to say it loud, not to the world but to each other. And weave
the dreams of future together, though he seemed to have more things to say.
"I am thinking to open a hospital..."
She asked not understanding this weird wish all of a sudden.
"Well considering your record to accept my proposal when I am
in the hospital bed recovering, I thought it's quite a romantic place..."
She blushed to the roots of her hair, and the redness that
tainted her cheek made his heart flip-flop. Soon they will be married and he
swore to bite those dimples first thing on their first night.
Note- So, this marks the end of AMS, hearty thanks to all,
some more than others who made me finish this off ad hoc, else I would have
taken it to May, seriously. But I loved
the way it turned out at the end - no regrets. Hope I didn't disappoint, and
yes, unavailable till 17-05-2017. After that I will be finishing my other
Edited by Sundari. - 28 January 2017 at 2:56am