Heyy Baby

Part 15

Hours Later:

The hospital was too quiet, the kind of silence that suffocates. Everyone sat huddled together in the waiting room, eyes red from the tears that hadn't stopped flowing. Haseena was gripping her hands tightly, her knuckles white, as if forcing herself to stay together would make everything alright. Amar and Cheetah had gone to get some coffee, but no one had touched it. The only thing anyone could think of was KS—fragile, unconscious, and fighting for her life.

Shivani wiped a tear away, her heart heavy with guilt. "Kya hum sach mein usse waha chor aaye the... iss halat mein? Humne usse wapas leke aane mein itni der kyu kar di?"

Staring at the OT doors, Haseena whispered, "Sab hamari galti hai... wo abhi zinda hai bas kismat se." Her voice broke as she pressed her face into her hands.

There was no comfort anyone could offer.

Inside the OT:

KS lay still, hooked up to machines that beeped faintly. Her small body, once filled with life and energy, now looked even smaller under the pale hospital lights. The doctors had done everything they could, but her sugar levels remained dangerously low. The cold had taken a toll on her already weak body.

Dr. Maya stood by her side, watching the little girl fight against the odds. "She's stronger than she looks," Maya murmured to herself, but even she couldn't hide her concern. Time was slipping away, and there was so little they could do now except wait.

In the Waiting Room:

Cheetah sat down next to Haseena, his voice barely a whisper. "Haseena, we've all failed her... but ab hum usse akela nahi chodenge. Hum sab yahi rahenge, jab tak wo wapas nahi aa jaati."

Haseena lifted her eyes, wet with tears. "Par agar wo kabhi wapas na aaye toh?"

The weight of her question hung heavily in the air, suffocating the room. Amar, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke up. "Woh wapas zarur aayegi. She's a fighter."

The Next 24 Hours:

The minutes stretched into hours, each second ticking away like a bomb ready to explode. KS's condition remained critical, and the doctors kept a constant watch over her. Dr. Maya had told them that the next 48 hours were crucial, and every passing moment felt like a lifetime.

Haseena couldn't bear to leave KS's side, sitting next to her bed, whispering, "Baby, hum sab tumhare liye yaha hain... please, wapas aa jao."

Even Shivani, who had always been the calm and composed one, was now pacing around the room, her heart heavy with regret. Amar and Cheetah took turns sitting by KS's bedside, sharing stories of the little moments they'd shared with her.

Late into the Night:

As the night dragged on, the storm outside grew fiercer, mirroring the chaos inside their hearts. Haseena sat by the window, watching the rain lash against the glass. Her mind was filled with memories of KS—the way she'd clung to her, the way she'd smiled through her tears, and now, the way she was lying in that hospital bed, on the verge of slipping away.

Amar came and sat beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Humne galti ki thi, Haseena. Par ab sirf ek kaam kar sakte hain—uske liye dua."

Haseena nodded, her throat tight with emotion. "Par hum sab toh bhagwan main mante hi nhi hai na? Toh dua?"

Amar: Mai krunga. Mai mandir ja raha hu, tum aa rahi ho St?

St nods and goes with him. Santu and Cheetah nod at each other and go behind them.

Scene: Hospital Prayer Room

The small prayer room in the hospital was dimly lit, with soft rays of sunlight peeking through the window. The air felt thick with hope, despair, and an overwhelming sense of urgency. Amar, Santu, St, and Cheetah stood in front of the mandir. The fragrance of burning incense wafted through the air as Amar lit a diya, his hands trembling slightly.

Amar folded his hands and closed his eyes, his voice barely a whisper as he spoke to the deity.

Amar:

"Bhagwan... humein maaf kar dena. Humne baby ko samajhne mein bohot der laga di. Par aapse yeh ek asha hai... ek asha ki woh wapas aa jaye. Bas aap ek baar usse wapas bhej do." His voice cracked, and tears streamed down his face.

Santu, standing beside him, pressed her palms together tightly, her voice barely audible through her sobs.

Santosh:

"Bhagwan, humne bohot galtiyaan ki hain... par humari bachi ko humse mat cheeniye. Hum uske bina kuch nahi hain. Uski chhoti chhoti sharaartein hi humari zindagi thi. Bas ek baar... ek baar usse wapas bhej dijiye." Her voice quivered as she knelt down, placing her forehead on the cold marble floor.

St, her hands clutched together, spoke softly but with a determination that shook her to the core.

St:

"God... please. KS ke bina hum sab adhure hain. Hum sab galtiyon se seekhne ke liye tayaar hain, par use humse mat chhino. Uski hassi... uski masti, sab kuch phir se dekhna chahti hoon. Bas... bas ek baar wapas aa jaye."

Cheetah, usually the one making light of situations, couldn't find any words. He stared at the idol, his hands trembling as he held them in prayer.

Cheetah:

"Bhagwan ji... woh meri chhoti si pari thi. Hamesha haste rehne wali... sabko tang karne wali. Aaj woh chup hai... aap se guzaarish hai... uski hansi humse wapas mat chhino." His voice broke, and he wiped his tears on his sleeve, his eyes red with grief.

The four stood together, their heads bowed, tears streaming down their faces. The only sound in the room was their quiet sobs and the crackling of the diya flame.

In a secluded corner of the hospital

Haseena found a small space to perform the namaz—for the first time in her life. She hesitated at first, unsure of how to begin, but something inside her pushed her forward. She spread out a simple white cloth on the floor, her hands trembling as she kneeled. Her lips moved silently, following the motions she had only seen others perform before.

As she bent down in sujood(prostration), her heart raced, and her whispered words were filled with pain and desperation.

Haseena:

"Ya Allah... maine kabhi aapko pukara nahi, kabhi aapse kuch nahi manga. Lekin aaj... aaj apse guzaarish hai... meri chhoti si beti ko mujhse mat chhino. Woh itni chhoti hai... itni masoom hai. Aapki rahmat se... usse wapas bhej dijiye." Tears flowed freely down her face as her forehead touched the ground. "Agar humse koi galti hui hai, toh humse saza le lo. Par KS ko wapas de do... bas ek baar."

The words felt foreign yet powerful on her tongue. For the first time in her life, Haseena felt a connection she had never known before. Her tears soaked into the prayer mat as she whispered her heart's plea again and again.

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