𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚

Teri Meri Kahani Hai

Love hurts.
Love will always hurt.

That's why it is worth it. After all, love is the painful poetry that we humans turn together into the most beautiful art. Where loving is an art, and two people are the artists.

"Doctor, Naina theek..." Standing outside the ICU, Sameer asked anxiously.

"It's just a false labor call. Pregnancy mein kahin baar aisa ho jata hai. Par Naina ke case mein hum aise contractions ko ignore nahi kar sakte. We need to operate on her soon. C-section karna padega. Kal ke liye hi ise schedule bhi karwa diya hai."

"Caesarean Delivery...Kal?"

"Dekhiye Mr. Maheshwari, hum aur wait nahi kar sakte. Iske immediately baad inke heart tissues ka treatment bhi schedule hai. We don't even know how worse the situation of her heart has became. Poore Pregnancy ke term mein hum Naina ke damage ho rahe heart cells ko examine tak nahi kar paye, na hi strong medications dekar use treat kar paye...is darr mein ki kahin baby par iska koi adverse effect na ho jaye. Ab hum aur delay nahi kar sakte." Doctor clarified.

"Naina ko kuch hoga toh nahi," He asked the doctor in a trembled voice.

"You know the answer." The doctor declared and left.

Soon after, Sameer goes to Naina's ward and saw her aching and still smiling; a weak smile soaked with uncertainties. Both were staring into each other's eyes, almost forgetting about the time and the world. This is the weirdest thing about love you lose yourself in every possible way to fill yourself with their essence because you want to feel that love every minute, every second, maybe ever.

Naina waved him to come close to her. No one said a word and slowly they slipped into each other's arms. She rested her head on his chest and heard his heartbeat rise, silently yearning to get wrapped around, soaking and drenching in his arms forever.

"Darr lag raha hai kal ke liye?" he asked looking into her eyes.

"Ab nahi lag raha," she replied, again with her weak smile.

"Mujhe lag raha hai."

"Kyu?" She purposely asked while coming closer to him.

He didn't answer back. The next minute, she hums his favorite song.

Kuch pakar khona hai,
Kuch khokar pana hai.
Jeevan ka matlab toh,
Aana aur jaana hai.
Do pal ke jeevan se,
Ek umar churani hai.
Zindagi aur kuch bhi nahi,
Teri meri kahani hai.

"I can't lose you. Main nahi kar payuga. Tumhare bina nahi Naina," he muttered while tightening his arms around her.

Holding his hand and placing it over her abdomen, she exclaimed, "Iske liye bhi nahi kar payoge, Sameer."

He shook his head in denial and hums the remaining lyrics of the song near her ears.

Tu dhaar hai nadiya ki,
Main tera kinara hoon.
Tu mera sahara hai,
Main tera sahara hoon.
Aankhon mein samandar hai,
Aashaayon ka paani hai.
Zindagi aur kuch bhi nahi,
Teri meri kahani hai.

He gets up and finds her sleeping with the same smile adorning her. He tucked her in and put a long kiss on her forehead. But then, in the next moment, his trance broke as heard a long beep sound and saw a few small curves bit by bit turning into one flat line in the ECG connected to her heart, making the time standstill for him. He screamed to call the Doctor the next second.