Exploring The Bond,Within (Completed)

5. Recoveries, Guilty Heart & Memories.

As he entered the room his heart throbbed faster and faster as it ever could, he went near the hospital bed and there she laid, her face full of tranquility, utterly serene, somehow her face had calmed down the tornado of emotions which had been revolving in him, he sat on the chair which was next to her bed, as he sat, he was submerged into a strange ocean of guilt, and this time neither did he knew how to escape it nor he knew about the forthcoming...Had his insecurities and thoughts and talks about him more important than her...or more specifically were they mattered to him more than her life...he had asked this question to himself and surprisingly, this time both answers were no...and it could have been no if it was any other person also, but then this time it was Raavi, his Raavi...the person whom he would curse for meeting the death as soon as possible but he himself cannot tolerate if at all she pricked even a thorn of rose. Thinking of rose, he reminisced of her diary, and the day he had read the diary, it all went wrong....only if she had kept the diary in a way that he wouldn't have reached or if only he himself had confessed his feelings for her, a little more specifically on their reception night; things could have been different...

Slowly and carefully...as someone takes little baby he held her hand, he was not aware of what was happening or what he was feeling but all he knew was that he wanted her to be normal, normal like always...bickering and irritating him...she had been a part of him, and he had started realizing now that they were indeed 'inseparable' as someone had said before their marriage...and he had joked about that, but it was today when he had realized that. He had been late always, wasn't he? He definitely was...he held her hand with both his hands now, but still with a softer grip...couldn't he be softer, he realized, but then he shrugged the same thought as he felt his inner questions of insecurities peeping through the window of his heart.

He sat still in front of her, who was still unconscious, all family members had came to see her and left after failing in attempts to make him leave...but he had refused them all, as everyone left he again drowned himself in the sea of his thoughts and questions which had still laid unanswered, indeed he had tried to answer a few by himself but then all he wanted was...assurance, a sense of assurance which had lacked then, in answers Dhara had given him when she told him that she had started to like him, the assurance which had lacked in everyone's voice and even in his own voice...but maybe that was because she had been silent all this time and even if she had been trying to indicate his veil of insecurities had blindfolded him with utter resilience; but then his heart told that was it necessary for him to search for her words, was he that blind that he wasn't able to read her eyes, who portrayed everything which was in her heart, was he that dumb that he failed to interpret what her words meant...ah, what a complete fool he was, or maybe not and maybe he was thinking too much....it was all like a blast going on in his head, and why just head but his heart too...he had not realized that a whole day passed and he was still sitting in that clothes which had immense blood stains...he had again refused all to even come out of that room. He sat like an idol, he bent himself held her hand nearer and placed a gentle kiss; he had no control on his emotions now and as if his heart now wanted her to solve his turmoil and as if he demanded answers from her...his eyes fixated on her face, which was still subtle and calm, he cried, he finally cried his heart out; weeping out all the tears he had been holding since all this time.

He had been numb now, he sat silently, blankly glaring her...he was still holding her hand, as if he would never loosen the soft grip he held her into and was it just his hands which gripped her palm or were their hearts to bound, and his heart holding back the longing of having a grip of her heart with a strange tie they were caught into, tieing them in a way, it won't part till they inclined into the shadows of rose-glow hour when the sky would meet the ocean...portraying yet another fierce connection just like them.

Suddenly, he felt as if she had given assurance, a little grip back, which he had yearned for a whole day....the clock striking 3hours and 9minutes...and his eyes immersed on her eyes, which were trying to be opened, flickering in the glow of lights...and he said, "RAAVII..."...

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