Hamesha - Always

last breaths | iii

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She raked her bandaged fingers over his palm that he had extended to her.

"So you're not married, yet?" Her tone was sounding so excited and thrilled at the revelation.

"Are you serious? Look around you," She did, at the empty hospital room. Was she supposed to be seeing something in specific? He lifted her face again, to see those beautiful eyes that had tormented his soul for years. He was never going to give them a break now. "I've spent the last five weeks with you here, fighting for my own life every time you were unconscious for God knows how long! Do you really think tumhari behen toh choddo–anyone else–would want to marry me after this?"

"You're sounding like my mother right now, I remember hearing a similar dialogue very vaguely on this same bed, Nandini iss drama ke baad koi tumse shaadi kaise karega!"

"Haan maine already keh diya hai ki if they plan another roka for me, there is a 1 out of 1 chance, ya ni 100% success rate, ki usme bhi meri ex beechme aake suicide attempt karlegi so, I think they've learnt their lesson now," Nandini smiled despite the pull at her temple.

He put his warm lips on hers again, albeit briefly. "But I never pinned you to be the possessive type at all, ek roka ceremony tumse bardasht nahi hui? It's not like right after the engagement we were going to pounce on each other and..."

Nandini didn't want to hear the end of that sentence, whatever it may have been. "Shut up! If I really wanted to, I could also punish you for calling my sister your wife, and making me bawl my eyes out a while ago,"

Manik gulped, reminiscing the bile in his throat. "Just saying those sentences made me feel queasy,"

He closed the gap between them for a quick peck. Her cheeks were a faint shade of pink for the last hour as Manik peppered his love for her in a multitude of gestures, but especially when she smiled. 

"Tu sacchme ghar nahi gaya itne din?" He shook his head.

He had not even begun to confess how miserable his life had been over the last few weeks, how he had been afraid to even use the bathroom because he would have to leave her for those few moments–when anything could have happened had he not been around. And he would have regretted it terribly for the rest of his fucking life. 

Oh, she thought.

"Shaadi and all can wait, tu kahi bhaaga nahi jaa raha ab, tab tak I really need to sort out my life. I can't just be a stay-at-home partner to a doctor! Do you know how dumb that would seem to other people?"

"Of course, kyoonki almost killing yourself for your sister's fiance toh is a genius plan, hai na?" Nandini rolled her eyes, and continued to play with Manik's hands.

"Arre theek hai, mereko kya, loug tujhe hi aake poochenge ki tu doctor hoke ek useless good-for-nothing ladki ko choose kyoon kiya tha?" He grinned at those adjectives, which had seemed quite apt for her. But what to do, he'd fallen for that perfect-for-everything-in-his-life kind of woman only.

"Toh main unse pooch lunga ki—who are we to control fate—and main unko convince kar doonga ki God jo hai, he's real—sorry they, they are real, and naseeb main jo likha hai, wahi hoga..."

They had so much to talk about. Five years of news, gossip, and random inklings to tease each other on. So much to learn about each other, that even a lifetime would be insufficient.