The Angel That Set Them Free

TATSTF-7

She kept crying for what felt like hours and sagged into the bench. Exhausted. Her body giving away.

The baby already fast asleep. A few minutes ago she had woken up, crying as loudly as she could to inform about the empty-ness of her small tummy. Khushi had somehow managed to pull herself together and went to the reception for help. They had immediately brought up a bottle of warm milk for the baby.

Already exhausted with all the panic and worry she couldn't help but drift away in deep slumber.

She was knocked up abruptly from her sleep by a nurse. She vaguely registered her voice speaking out, addressing her, to wake up and go see her husband.

She managed to nod her head and raising herself up from the bench clutching the baby carefully. Her grip had somewhat loosened due to the lack of meal last night.

She entered the room where he had been shifted.

"Room no. 326."

The nurse had replied.

She pushed the door open and the cold-ness of the air-conditioner acted like a whiplash on her senses. The door slowly closed behind her. She stared at her husband lying, in the bed, unconscious. An oxygen mask covering up most of his handsome face.

Khushi had always found her husband beautiful outwardly. God had taken a great deal of time to make up his features for that matter.

The chiseled jaw, the beautiful and very expressive set of brown orbs, the long and sleek nose and the pretty but chapped lips.

She kept staring at his ~half covered by oxygen mask~ face.

"I can't say anything right now. If he doesn't wake up in the next ~forty eight or so~ hours, he might be in the risk of slipping into coma." Came tumbling the doctor's words from last evening.

She shivered, recalling the finality in his tone.

Please don't slip into coma.

Please wake up.

Please.

Your daughter needs you.

Your wife needs you.

She knew she was being overly-emotional. Even though he would of course accept his daughter and even embrace her but he would never accept her as his wife. It probably was just wishful thinking.

She also knew that there was no reason for her to yearn for his validation and acceptance of her, she knew she was much better in that sense. She knew she didn't need any man to validate her position anywhere in this life. She was in fact a very proud and sensible woman in that sense.

But nevertheless. She had always felt this inexplicable urge to give him the tightest bear hug ever since she had laid her eyes on him. She had weirdly felt that the man might be in an urgent need for it.

She had always found herself thinking about him in her idle time. Ways in which she could have helped him get over his state had he just asked her for her help.

And yet she also understood the difficulty of opening up about such a dark past to a complete stranger.

She had kind of grown a fond-ness for her husband.

Arnav Singh Raizada.

So much for not seeking out help for his condition.

"Why did you do this to us?"