The Melody Of Our Love

51.Resonance of the Heartbeat

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Karan stumbled out of Viraj’s house, drenched in blood—his own, as well as Viranshu’s and Viraj’s. The night air was cold, biting into his skin, but he felt nothing. His mind was numb, his heart shattered into a thousand pieces. He had lost everything. Mehar was gone, and with her, any reason he had left to live.

The drive to the hospital was a blur. He barely registered the road, his thoughts consumed by the image of Mehar’s lifeless body. When he arrived, the hospital staff rushed toward him, their voices filled with urgency.

“Mr. Purewal, what happened? You’re injured, we need to treat you—”

Karan shoved them aside, not caring about the blood that stained his clothes or the wounds that screamed for attention. None of it mattered. He had only one destination in mind: the room where Mehar lay. He ignored the doctors, his family’s frantic questions, everything.

The moment he entered the room,he froze. The sight of her lying so still  on that cold, sterile bed,was like a knife to his heart. He couldn’t breathe. How was he supposed to live in a world where she no longer existed?

Karan walked slowly to her bedside, his legs barely holding him up. He sat down beside her,staring at her lifeless form.Her face was pale,her lips colourless.

The vibrant woman who had once filled his life with light was gone,reduced to this hollow shell. Tears behan to fall from his eyes,blurring his vision.

his heart breaking as he reached out to touch her cheek which was cold.so,so,so cold. “Mehar…” he whispered, his voice cracking with grief. “Tu chali gayi… main tenu vapas nahi le aa sakya (You’ve gone… I couldn’t bring you back).”

"Please come back .please, I can't do this without you.i don't want to do this without you "

Tears flowed freely down his face as he climbed onto the bed beside her, pulling her lifeless body into his arms. He held her tightly, burying his face in her neck, breathing in her scent one last time. “Main nahi jee sakda tere bina (I can’t live without you),” he murmured, his voice trembling. “Mainu maaf kar de… main tenu bacha nahi sakya (Forgive me… I couldn’t save you).”

He closed his eyes, wanting nothing more than to die right there with her. His mind refused to acknowledge the child they had together, who waited for him somewhere in the hospital. How could he look into their child’s eyes and explain that her mother was gone? How could he raise her alone, without Mehar by his side?

As Karan’s tears soaked into Mehar’s hair, the hospital room remained eerily silent, except for the faint beeping of the monitor beside the bed. He didn’t notice it at first, too lost in his grief. But then, there was a change—a slight, almost imperceptible rise in the sound.

The hospital staff had been watching from the doorway, their expressions a mix of sadness and concern. One of the nurses gasped as she saw the flat line on the monitor begin to spike. “sir!” she called out, her voice urgent. “Dekho! Look at the moniter"

But Karan was unresponsive. He didn’t feel the subtle movement beneath his arms, the faint rise and fall of Mehar’s chest as her breath returned. The nurse rushed to the bed, checking Mehar’s pulse, her eyes widening in disbelief. “Oh Rabba! O di heartbeat vapas aagayi hai!she is alive.she is alive!" (Oh God! Her heartbeat has returned!)”

The medical team stormed into the room, gently pulling Karan aside. “Mr. Purewal, please! We need to work on her!”

Karan stood there in shock, his blood-streaked hands trembling as they guided him away from the bed. He couldn’t comprehend what was happening. How could this be real? Mehar had been gone. He had felt her slip away in his arms. And yet, here she was, her heart beating, her body slowly coming back to life.