"Love is the only memory one never loses, Virat." His father had said. "Because even if one loses his mind the memory always remains in the heart."
Having a loved one who is experiencing memory loss is never easy. But sometimes it can help to know y...
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"Love is the only memory one never loses, Virat." His father had said. "Because even if one loses his mind the memory always remains in the heart."
Virat wiped his tears and looked at his best friend who was at the moment sleeping peacefully under the effect of anesthesia. He swallowed back the lump formed in his throat and walked towards him.
"Don't worry Ro. You don't have to go through this alone. I'm with you, Ritika is there and the whole of our ICT family is there. You are not alone. You will never be alone." He whispered to a sleeping Ro as he held the latter's hand in his.
3 Hours Before.
Without wasting another minute, Virat cut the call and ran towards the room, praying to all god's above to protect his Ro.
Barging inside the room, his eyes widened in surprise at the sight before him. Suddenly a feeling of happiness seized him, seeing his best friend sitting on the bed, looking as if he had been woken up from his deep slumber.
'Rohit is awake. Finally. Thank God, the idiot didn't plan to sleeping on like he always does.'
Virat couldn't help the smile that spread through his lips. The restlessness was gone from his blood, his body relaxed in a way he couldn't remember feeling.
He opened his mouth to scold his idiot best friend for scaring them when that unthinkable disaster happened.
"Who are you?" Ro asked clearly confused seeing a total stranger before him.
At first Virat thought the question was directed at him but then realized, Ro hasn't yet seen him. He didn't see him, then who the hell is talking about?
That was when Virat's gaze fell on a flabbergasted Ritika. A frown made its way on his face as his eyes took in the way Ro kept on looking at Ritika, like a stranger.
"Ro, quit playing. You had us worried for you for the past twelve hours and now this. What are you playing at Ro?" Vi intervened, looking at Ritika's ashen-face.
"Virat Kohli? What are you doing here? Most importantly what am I doing here? And who is she?" Virat paled hearing Rohit's words.
'Virat Kohli? Why the hell is he calling me that? I'm Vi, Ro, your amazing best friend. And why hell is he looking at Ritika like a complete stranger? Why is he behaving like we are complete strangers to him?' Virat thought.
Before Virat could reply to Ro, the doctor entered the room, completely breathless. It seemed as if he had ran here all the way hearing Ritika's terrific scream.
"Doctor, something is wrong with him. He is, he is not being himself." Virat said as soon as he saw the doctor.
"Yes, I'm checking Mr Kohli." The doctor replied moving towards Ro, who was half lying, half sitting on the bed.
