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“I am sorry to say Mr. Rathore but..........”
“I need to involve the Cops in this case. Cause the drug that has been injected in your wife's body is a rare and lethal one. And it's generally used in trafficking. It's just a formality so please corporate…..”
“My wife…….” Rehan chanted for the nth time asking about his wife.
The doctor seemed to sense his agitated state of mind therefore he sighed deeply before opening his mouth.
“Almost 80% of the toxins have been removed from her body. And for the rest 20%, we are going to put her on Hemodialysis cause the patient's kidney and internal organs are pretty much affected. One more thing Mr. Rathore….. as I said earlier, the drug was fatal. Therefore she might take some time to gain her consciousness back.”
Rehan blinked several times to absorb each and every word pronounced by the man and licked his dry lips before asking desperately.
“Can….... Can I see her?”
“Of Course you can……. After we shift her to the normal ward and start her dialysis.” The doctor patted Rehan's biceps gently and made his way outside to complete the other formalities.
Rehan stood rooted in his place without moving an inch until Kritika was shifted to another ward before his own eyes. He was being held back by Viraat so the staff could do their job without any disturbance since he kept on lunging forward to Kritika's unconscious figure just to get a small glance of her.
He sprinted inside her ward with the speed of light when the staff finally allowed him to meet her. After an eternity, which he felt like, he got a chance to have her close to him. All alone……..
His steps staggered when his vision caught her unrecognizable appearance. She was sleeping peacefully on that white bed. Her skin, that was shining brighter hours ago..…… was now all dull. Her face, which had a healthy glow with red hue…… now turned pale. Her little chubby figure, that was wrapped in black saree earlier…..… was now replaced by the hospital gown that looked uglier to him for the obvious reasons it's worn.
With slow steps, he reached close to her stopping at one hand distance. He didn't have the courage to proceed further as his guilt didn't let him. He was staring at her dull face when the machine beeped loudly, snapping him out of his trance. He turned in that direction and teared up because of the scenario.
There were two tubes inserted in her left hand attached to the hemodialysis machine. The first one was drawing the blood to take it into the dialyzer from top for purification and the second one was carrying out the purified blood back to her body. It was a large set up arranged on the left side of her.
He bit his lips to swallow down the unknown sound that was about to escape his mouth at the scene. If she was awake, she would have surely freaked out seeing numerous wires attached to her. He still remembers the way she was continuously interrupting the doctor when they visited the vet for Iraa’s second check-up. A chuckle escaped his lips reminiscing her antics that day.
She started off with a brave cat parent in the beginning, but as soon as Iraa’s wound was opened displaying the inner tissues and blood, her courage gave up and she ended up hiding her face in Rehan's chest fisting over his shirt. She tried to be strong but when Iraa cried out of pain, she hurled curses at the doctor asking him to be gentle on her baby.
Whenever Iraa made even the slightest sound, she was there….. standing on the doctor's head glaring at him. Rehan had a hard time controlling her fiery mouth as she kept on interfering in the treatment telling him to make it less painful for Iraa.
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Umorismo"Tumhe maafi mangne par majbur na kr diya to mera naam bhi Rehan Pratap Singh Rathore nhi." "Aur agar usi the great Rehan Pratap Singh Rathore ko main ghutno par na le aayi to mera nam bhi Kritika nhi." ************************ "Tum to sirf ghutno p...