Khushi snatches her hands back
and rubs it: Sthir Vidyut…
Arnav (bewildered): Sth… What?
Khushi explains: Sthir Vidyut…
You know like you get shock when you rub your hand on wool in winter? Makes
your hair stand?
Arnav (understanding dawns):
Oh, you mean static electricity.
Khushi (nods her head): Yes.
That…
Arnav chuckles and thinks to himself:
Well, darling… There are more where that came from…
Khushi looks suspiciously and
thinks: Why is he smiling so much? Am I looking weird in this hospital gown?
She looks around discreetly to
locate a mirror.
Arnav sees Khushi’s eyes are
roaming all over the room, trying to find something sneakily (or so she thinks
but couldn’t be more obvious).
He sighs and asks: Khushi, what
are you looking for?
Khushi’s eyes widen in
surprise: How did you know I was looking for something? Are you a psychic or
something?
Arnav shakes his head mentally
and says: No Khushi. I just felt as if you need something.
Khushi still wide eyed nods her
head: I need a mirror.
Arnav surprised: What? Mirror?
(Mentally thinks, “Women,
Really… She just came out of coma and what she is looking for is a freaking
mirror”)
He continues: Why?
Khushi blushes and scratches
the back of her head: Errmmm… No reason. So do you have one?
Arnav (sarcastic): Yeah, I’m
carrying a mirror around in a hospital because I gotta see my face every 10
minutes to ensure I look the same.
Khushi (wrinkles her brow):
That’s quite a vanity. But just for your information, you were looking the same
for the last 10 minutes. (Holds out her hand) So can I have your mirror?
Arnav looks up for a minute
asking for patience, then looks at Khushi and enunciates each word very slowly:
No Khushi. I’m not carrying a mirror. But I can ask the nurse to bring one if
you tell me why you need it.
Khushi mutters: Then why did
you say you had one? Honestly. (Loudly) I need a mirror for the same reason everyone
needs a mirror. To see how I look.
Arnav smirks and bends down to
her eye level making her breath catch in her throat: Well, then why didn’t you
ask me? I can tell you how you look.
Khushi’s eyes widen: You?
Arnav’s eyes soften in love, he
looks deep into her eyes and says with all the sincerity of his heart: You are
the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
Khushi blushes and tries to
look away: You are lying.
Arnav holds her chin gently,
raises her face to his and asks: Look into my eyes Khushi. Am I lying?
Khushi’s soft moss green eyes
meet his molten caramel ones and she looks in wonder her reflection in those
deep eyes.
She whispers: No.
Arnav can’t look away from
those wide deep eyes which always made him lose his senses and always will.
Khushi whispers: Laad Governor…
Arnav’s eyes widen, he grabs
Khushi’s arms and asks: Do you remember, Khushi?
Khushi suddenly feels a flash
of light pass behind her eyes and she flinches away at the sudden pain in her
head.
Arnav gets alarmed at her
sudden pain. He asks urgently: Khushi, are you okay?
Khushi shakes her head trying
to get away from the pain.
A lot of jumbled up images keep
crowding in her mind and she slumps forward in a sudden faint.
Arnav quickly catches her and
calls out for doctor while the family rushes in.
The doctor comes in and sends
them out.
Arnav runs his fingers through
his already disheveled hair and paces in the corridor.
The doctor comes out of Khushi’s
room.
Arnav rushes to him: Doctor, I
don’t know what happened. Why did she suddenly react like that?
The doctor says: I think Mr.
Raizada, she suddenly had a flash of memory which her brain is resisting. I
have given her sedative to put her to sleep. However, my recommendation is let
her memory take its time to come back. Don’t press her to remember. Her brain
is already at a fragile state, it needs time to recoup its strength.
Arnav nods slowly: Doctor, can
we take her home?
The doctor thinks for a moment:
Well, I suppose you can. But you should get a nurse for her medication and
urgent care.
Arnav nods: Don’t worry about
that. If you recommend a nurse, we will hire her. Don’t worry about money. Khushi
will get the best care possible. It’s my responsibility.
The doctor nods his head: I’d
recommend Lacy D’Souza. She is the best in the department.
Arnav agrees: Thanks doctor.
Please arrange for Khushi’s discharge. Also, Lacy’s appointment letter as
Khushi’s nurse.
The doctor shakes Arnav’s hand:
No problem. I’ll prepare the discharge papers and the rest of the documents.
Arnav shakes his hand: Thanks.
After the doctor leaves, he
walks to Khushi’s room to see her through the small glass window on her door.
He vows: Khushi, I promise you, nothing is going to hurt you from now on, not
even the past memories, even if it means that I have to wipe myself from your
mind.
Nice!!!!
ReplyDeleteDont want A to sacrifice.......K has done tht more timez than we can count....now i want them to b selfish & think bout themselves!!!!
Aww just the eye lock n her laad governor is back! So rabba ves will get her memory back but according to medical saying its bad for her health so mr Asr please avoid rabba ves as of now and no pls hes repentin n ready to sacrifice that's enuf! Dnt actually make him sacrifice! Pls pretty pls
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