99 Kisses

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"How how is he?" Ann found devastated Omkara and Rudra outside the ICU. She could only see a faint silhouette of him through the tinted glass.

"His doctor is flying in from Mumbai...he's barely hanging in there...they are saying that he's going to need an emergency transplant...he is attached to some machine...I...I don't know...he was on the list for a while...but he never gave his consent to the procedure so...as far as I know...I..I don't know Ann...I..." Om was finding it hard to keep himself together.

"OM I need you two to be strong right now! Do you hear me? Shivaay is fine! He's going to be okay! Do you hear me?" She shook him a little.

Rudra was leaning against the door, sitting on the floor, crying.

"It's it's my fault..I..I took him out...I shouldn't have planned this stupid stupid trip!"

Ann placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and wiped his tears.

"Om? I..I need to see him...once...I...I just need to talk to him...give him a peace of my mind! Seriously how can he do this to me? How can he do this to any of us?" She soldiered a weak smile.

Just then a nurse changing shifts walked out his room. OmRu and Ann they looked at each other and knew exactly what to do. "Ann...I think this is the best way to get you in...Maybe...Maybe he'll listen to you...C'mon follow me!" Om lead the way, as Rudy kept watch.

Ann snuck into his room, disguised as a nurse. She froze, seeing his heart beat registering faintly on the beeping machine attached to him. She could see his chest rising and falling, but, it looked shallow. His face was covered with an Oxygen mask, and she could only see his closed eyes. She took a deep breath, and walked up to him. She sat next to him and held his hand. She suppressed the tears, looking for an escape. She had to be strong. Strong for him.

"You come back to me....you come back to me or I will never ever forgive you! Do you hear me?" She scolded him so lovingly.

She ran her fingers through his hair, moving it away from his forehead and placed a soft kiss. "I love you! Please...Please come back to me..." She gasped hearing a knock on the glass three times. The signal, Rudra agreed to give her. She was about to leave, when his grip tightened around her hand. He...he heard her...He was listening...Tears she held back earlier broke out. Mostly out of joy, that he responded, in the meanest possible way. But right now, she would take it...He didn't want her to leave...And she won't!

She leaned over and whispered, in his ear, "Shivaay, I love you...I miss you...I miss you so much! Besides you only made it to 99 kisses last night...Yes call me a freak! I kept count! I want my last kiss! You are still in debt Mister!"

She snuck under the bed, as a reflex, when someone opened the door.

"Dr.D'Souza, thanks for flying in such a short notice, since he's your patient...We have a transplant ready for him, but I noticed that he never gave his consent to the procedure..."

"Well I'm afraid, he doesn't want to...In reality, in a case like this even with the transplant he would probably get a life span of four to five years...This will be his second transplant..."

Ann clutched on to her heart, trying to process everything. So he was ready...ready to leave everyone...everything behind...Shivaay was still holding on to her hand and she prayed the doctors won't notice. She tightened her fingers around his hoping he'll hear heart her out.

It's okay...five years...we will have five beautiful years together...You...and Me...Just...you and me...Just US...I promise I'll always make you laugh...The way you laughed, when you were in Goa...So carefree...I promise I won't fight with you...Maybe just a little...I'll fight just a little, so we can make up later...Also you can watch that stupid movie, gremlins all you want...Fine and I also promise I'll never cook anything ever again...Only you will do the cooking...I'll buy myself hundred bras...the kind that you like...the one with little bows you keep staring at every time we pass Victoria Secrets...I know you keep imagining me in it...

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