•ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀꜱʜᴇʀ?•

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ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀꜱʜᴇʀ?

ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀꜱʜᴇʀ?

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Huh?

Why it's so dark here?

I think I died? But I should wear white gown, where is my gown and why is this so dark? Did I by any chance came to the wrong world?

This darkness is scaring me, where is my husband?

Did by any chance I really died?

Wait- where is my hand? And who is squeezing it.

Someone is rubbing my hand, I am not cold.

"Jaan- uth bhi jaayein kitna rulayengi aankhein kholne ke liye?"

Who is crying? Why this broken voice is squeezing my heart, who is this person.

Wait- it's....it's my husband.

I can feel his hand on my fingers, he is playing with my fingers, is he sitting beside me? Does that mean I am alive and not dead? Does that mean he has saved me.

Oh- I am alive.

I am not dead.

It's just that I have closed my eyes.

The happiness of being alive reached its peak, my heart- it's beating.

I curled my toes and I could feel it happen, my hands were warm in his hands.

Slowly i opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was- white ceiling, they should work and make some stars and moons, or else the patient would get bored.

All of a sudden i felt a heavy weight on my hand which was in my husband's grip, the curiosity to see him hit me hard and I tilted my face towards him, just to see my husband with his head
bowed down touching my hand, he was sleeping?

Was he really sleeping like this?

In a sitting position, uncomfortably on the chair with his head bowed down on my hand.

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