Stay With Me

17.

"And I know it's long gone and
There was nothing else I could do
And I forget about you long enough
To forget why I needed to..."

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Iman's p.o.v :-

People gawk in my direction as I walk inside the lobby with a sleeping Nurvi in my arms, tucked safely.

I had taken her to the doctor before, my anxious self wouldn't settle down if something were to happen to her.
The doctor said she was fine, it was just the reaction to the panic attack that led her mind to momentarily freeze and unable to comprehend the situation.

She had been quiet all the way due to shock, but protested highly when the doctor mentioned to add drip to her to make her sleep and rest for a little time being.
She wouldn't accept but I know she's scared of needles, so I asked the doctor for some alternative and they have given her some light dose of sleeping pills, just to make her sleep for 5-6 hours.

'You're scared of needles", I mused as Nurvi saw in the way of the injection as if it was a dog who was snarling and coming to bite her.
Her face was pale.

'No, I'm not. I just simply don't like them.', she has said.

Entering her room, I saw everyone already present there.
Her family, my dad, Arushi and Aditya and their families. I had informed them about her little accident before. They were anxious but I somehow calmed them down.

They made way as I reached towards the bed and gently, carefully laid her down and covered her with blanket.

Everyone stayed silent as I sat on my knees beside her, taking her hand in mine while my eyes glistening as she snuggled close to me.
She always did that.

Taming her hairs, I tucked the loose strands behind her ears, which were disturbing her sleep and lightly pecked her forehead.
I cried silently, letting my forehead drop over her stomach and dropping an arm around it, snuggling close to her. I miss her.

"You did what was best for her", I heard her father say, "but that doesn't mean you can't miss her. You love her after all, don't you?"

The weight of my decisions, even if made for the best intentions, is too heavy.

I wish it hadn't happened.
I wish it was me and not her that day.
I wish she hadn't met me in the first place.

I wish we hadn't fallen in love.

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My eyes flutter open as sunrays hit directly, disturbing my sleep. It takes time to adjust to the sunlight, my vision blur at the beginning.

I stifle a yawn as I turn around, my arms finding their way to her waist and I pull her towards me. Her back presses into my front and I bury my face into the crook of her neck, pressing gentle kisses on her swan like neck.

"Uh-ah, Iman, mat karo", I chuckle at her drowsy irritated voice. She is super ticklish and my stubble doesn't help much. I rub my stubble over her soft cheeks and she tries to move away from the source of disturbance.

"Iman, I swear I'm gonna elbow", she pauses in between and I get up on my elbows to look at her face, finding her stifling a yawn, "you in your stomach if you don't stop"

I decide to stop and let her complete her sleep, she'll kill me if her face has dark circles later.

I didn't even let her sleep at night. I chuckle as the flashback from the night comes running, turning my imaginations wild. How about some morning exercise?