In the prestigious Air Force Academy, love takes flight in the unlikeliest of circumstances. Sahasra, a determined widow with dreams of becoming an Air Force pilot, finds herself bound to Nikhil, a widower, in an arranged marriage. As they navigate...
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Three days had passed and Sahasra was still in the hospital. Nikhil and her family used to stay by her side all the time.
“Nikhil,” she called him in.
“Hmm,” he came in and sat close to her.
“Kuch nahi,” she sighed.
“C’mon tell me,” he insisted. He felt as if she was hiding something purposefully from him.
“I love you, and the secret is that I always loved it when you called me hippo. Never stop calling me that, gadha,” she chuckled.
“Pagal. Even I love it when you call me gadha,” he kissed her hand. “How is your pain?”
“It’s less,” she said.
“You’re a bad liar,” Nikhil replied instantly.
“Damn, you caught me again,” Sahasra rolled her eyes. “Yes it’s paining — but your kisses are pain killers.”
“Really? Take more then,” he smothered her face with kisses.
“Nikhil stop!!” she chuckled but he didn’t stop until she said that she'd get up to hit him.
“Jaldi theek ho ja, then you can hit me,” he said. (transl. get well soon, and then you can hit me.)
“Haan, kal tak theek ho jaungi,” she laughed. Her face showed happiness, while her heart was pounding really fast. (Okay, I’ll recover by tomorrow)
They joked for a while more, and then Nikhil went out so that Sahasra's mother could talk to her privately.
“How are you Sahasra?” she asked.
“Maa...” her voice cracked. She stuttered as she said, “I-I don’t-t think I can s-survive th-this...”
“Matlab?” Sahasra's mother's heart almost stopped.
“I talked with the doctor,” Sahasra sighed. “He said I can go anytime Maa...”
“What!” her mom jerked up. “But you were getting better right?”
“I was Maa, but the doctor informed me that my chest was damaged badly, due to which my heart is in danger. The burns are too deep,” Sahasra started sobbing as well. “I instructed him not to tell anyone...”
“But—” her mother tried to speak but Sahasra interrupted.
“I’m not dying Maa,” Sahasra held her mother’s hand. “I’m going to be a martyr. You should be proud.” She wiped her mother’s tears while she couldn't stop her own ones.
“I’m going to tell Nikhil,” she said and at that moment Nikhil walked in.
“Why am I hearing crying sounds?” she asked. “Maa, what happened?”
