"for those with shattered khwaabs , this book is going to pick up all your pieces and mend it , khwaab ke safar se haqiqat ki khoj mae"
- this book is a sequel of my first book "khwaab" so read that for better understanding <3
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the little boy kept on fighting for his life as every last breath he took had vridha's name on them.
he was in love with her even before he knew what the word love even meant , his little heart believed he looked at her the way his father looks at his mother and thats where he knew ki usse sirf vo chahiye, aur kuch nahi.
kehte hae pehla pyaar tabahi ka vo darwaza hae jiski chabbiya kurbaani, dard aur khudse zyada kisi aur se mohbat karne ki chah rakhna hae, aur iska jaana insaan ki har ek rooh ko jhakam de jaata hae.
kya abhimaan ka bhi pehla pyaar ek dastaan nahi par sabak reh jayegi?
the nurses rushed his little unconscious body on the stretcher, pushing him towards the room which would decide if he was going to meet his tulip ever again or not.
the surgeons operated on his little body as the monitor beside him suddenly beeped , his heart beats dropped as every second the numbers on the machine went down.
a loud continuous beep echoed the room as the people in green shrubs looked at each other with disappointment and sadness in their eyes.
17 year old vridha | present.
her body laid unconscious on the hospital bed as the doctors continuously tortured her hands with numerous needles.
the girl who used to loathe scars was now getting stitched into a new doll as the needles continuously bent her muscles, pushing them away, making space for the thread to pass through and bring new changes.
kehte hae agar kismat mae na ho toh vo aakar bhi chala jaata hae, chahe vo khwaab ki mohbat ho ya phir haqiqat ka dard.
par kya likha tha vridha ki kismat mae?
"mr.rajput"
a loud feminine voice screamed out the name in the middle of the hospital corridor, grabbing attention of all the people around.
the 4 hours of continuous torture had finally ended , uske bahari zakham par toh malam laga diya tha , par inhe kon bataye ghav uske dil mae zyada gehre hae.
even though all her wounds were now stitched , she couldn't breathe without the support of the ventilator.
andar se toh vo kabki mar chuki thi, abh toh bahar se bhi saansein lena namunkin hogya tha uska.
the doctors exited the operation theatre as priya rushed by them wanting to know about vridha's current condition. "doctor when will she gain her consciousness back?"
"we are trying our best but it will only be possible if she's willing to breathe again, just patiently wait for a miracle"
her unconscious body was being pushed towards the ICU as the nurses asked the huge crowd to move aside.
