Out of Order

Part 19

her pov:

Squinting my eyes, I tried to adjust to the utter brightness around me. Everything felt hazy and it was as if a huge weight had been put on my eyes.  I was lying in a hospital bed, alone. The cream walls of the hospital felt claustrophobic as I tried to recall the past events. The last thing I ever remembered was getting shot by Zara. The same Zara who was once my friend. Was it anything even real? Where was Reyansh? Did he not care about me anymore? What about those 15 women? Were they safe? My brain was going bonkers thinking about the possibilities of losing every single thing I ever earned. I needed my mother. I desperately needed to see her. A second or two later, entered my mother. She was glowing owing to the bright sunlight cascading in the room. As soon as her sight fell on me, she ran towards me and hugged me. It felt as if she had lost me somewhere and I was returned to her after a struggle of a lifetime. That’s the beauty of a mother’s love. Ever so gentle and compassionate.

“How are you riri?”

She asked, and I couldn’t help but shed a few tears. Should I tell her everything? Should I tell her how the world has treated her tiny little doll? Should I tell her that I was betrayed and shot but the external scar was nothing as compared to the scar on my heart? Do I tell her of my love for Reyansh? Do I let her know that I was exhausted. Exhausted of proving myself to the world and exhausted of everything in general?

“I don’t know ma…”

I managed to say.
She embraced me in a tight hug and I did the same. We talked for minutes, hours even when I finally mustered up the courage and let her know of the love I have for Reyansh. Listening to my lovesick story, my mother could not help but laugh out loud.

“Riri, probably, you are not the only one who is lovesick.”

She said and the next minute, the door opened, revealing Reyansh. My mother gently patted my head and exited the scene. Reyansh walked towards me and took a seat beside me on the hospital bed. We sat in silence for a few minutes and then he finally spoke,

“You know Aarohi, i have never believed in God, the existence of a super power. The existence of someone that could cure illnesses might as well help you in times of utter grief. I never believed that. I defied its existence until you came into my life. When I saw you lifeless, I experienced fear, when Dr. Shah told me that your chances of survival are decreasing, I felt hopeless. I saw the deity of Krishna and wasted no time. I went to him and sat in front of him, for 4 hours, till your surgery was successful. I believed in something I had no faith in, for you. I sat in front of that one god because there was hope of him being your savior. I don’t think I would ever do that for any other woman in my life, therefore, I want you to be the only woman in my life. The one with whom I can laugh, eat, drink sleep and most importantly, my partner in solving crimes. I want you, I need you, I love you Aarohi Arora. And I know this isn’t the most romantic setting to confess in but I couldn’t wait more. As you Shahrukh khan says, “Hum ek baar jeete hai, ek baar marte hai, shaadi bhi ek baar hoti hai… aur pyaar bhi ek baar hota hai.” Aur ye pyaar mujhe tumse ho gaya hai.”

He finishes and I grab his collar to kiss him. It’s a slow gentle kiss. It’s the kind of kiss that possesses affirmation and affection. Our lips move in sync with one another, a lifetime of thirst quenching, as the universe celebrates the unification of two people that are desperately in love with one another.

“I love you too Reyansh. I have loved you ever since we were in college. From your adorable dimples to your sincerity to your anger. I love everything that’s yours with everything that’s mine and as Srk says, “Sachi mohabbat zindagi main sirf ek baar hoti hai… aur jab hoti hai, toh koi bhagwan ya khuda usse nakamayab nahi hone deta.” That is why he has given us a second chance. Might as well make the most of it?” I say.

He nods and we lean in for another kiss.

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