Kyu Zinda Mai Nahi -- Where Love meets War

10] Aakhiri Mod

Song - Aakhri Mod by Arjuna Harjai
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(Please read the A/N at the end )

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Aakhri mod par jo mile hai raste,
Hai ishare wahi ek nayi shuruwat ke,
Phir bhi kyu lage,
Yeh kadam hai, be-nishaan

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Why won't he just let me speak !!
I can't wait at all; this is important, it needs to get out of my system because I'm not patient to wait for anymore time.
It's been enough of misunderstandings and lack of trust, miscommunication between us and it needs to end now.

I don't feel very good from inside.
The urge in me to tell him everything only increases with every passing minute but here he wasn't ready to listen to me.
I want no rest, no sleep.
Now that I'm awake and am able to speak, the first thing I want to do is to tell him each and everything, to tell him the truth about my life, the manipulation and betrayal that happened with me and the betrayal that is happening behind his back by his own family member. 

I had just opened my mouth to tell him something when the doctor entered the room for a routine checkup.
From the other corner of the room, I heard them talking about my injury, the wounds and the possible infection that those wounds were developing.

A wierd emotion started surfacing my mind.
A sense of fear and insecurity crept into her heart that wouldn't let her be at peace.

Another round of medicines, sedatives, the same process which she had come to hate now.
Those injections would put in yet another set of sedatives into her system, transporting her into that same state of semi consciousness then heaviness of head and her eyes and then long hours of sleep.
She was tired of this now but before she could think anymore, her head started feeling a little heavy and in no time her eyes started drooping.
The medicines were quite quick in showing their effect today it seems.
And here goes another chance for her to speak to her Vansh, another day wasted, another attempt gone down the drain.

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Riddhima didn't know what time of the day or night it was.
She could hear the faint ticking of the clock.

She wasn't completely conscious neither was she completely asleep.
It was a middle path - a path where she could feel and hear faintly but at the same she was in a relaxed place.

She knew what was happening to her and by now she was perhaps used to this routine.
She knew that for sometime she won't be able to speak, to open her eyes or move her limbs so she didn't really put in her efforts in doing that, neither did she panick unlike the first time.
She was just annoyed and a very negative vibe knocked from inside of her.

That's when she felt one of her hands in an uncomfortable position and she had guessed what it was.
She could feel Vansh's hand clasping hers protectively.

A tear slipped down her eye.
She was afraid for him.
She knew how much she meant to him, she knew that the people around him were nothing but double faced hypocrites who were always ready to pounce on him and destroy him.
She feared that today if something happens to her, what would become of her Vansh.
She didn't want to leave him alone like this, not among those people.

She gradually tried moving her head and open her eyes when a sharp pain and a bout of uneasiness hit her.

It felt as if someone was choking her.
She wasn't getting any breaths and then the gasps started.

She wanted Vansh.
Perhaps for one last time, all she wanted was to look into eyes and to hug him, that would be all for her.

Once, twice, thrice and then the frequency increased.