Rainy Promises - kareena

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After a few moments of silence, Karishma opened her eyes and turned toward her, “Haseena…” she began, her hand reached out to rest on Haseena’s arm. “No one has ever made me feel… like this.” 

Haseena lay on her back beside Karishma the room was still drowning with the aftermath of their love loving acts.

Haseena sighed softly and turned her face towards her, brushing a strand of Karishma’s hair away from her face.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

“This shouldn't be your first words after this,” she said. “And what exactly are you sorry for? For making love to me?”

"No....not for loving you" Haseena fingers trailing down Karishma’s cheek. “But for loving you at this hour, when you’re all ready to go to work, and I have just ruined your morning routine.”

Karishma let out a breathy laugh, leaning closer as she entwined their hands together. “Anything for you, anytime, anywhere,” she replied with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “But you should know, you’re absolutely worth ruining every routine for.”

“I never thought I would have this moment in my life, I would have you in my life ever Karishma,”

Karishma squeezed her hand tightly, “Well you have me, and if you want, I can.....” 

Before she could finish, Haseena shook her head, understanding immediately. “No,” she interrupted gently, her thumb brushing over Karishma’s knuckles. “You don’t need to take off. Please, don’t.”

“Ap ko pata ha kabi kabi ap bilkul bi achi baten nae Karti han haseena?” she said before rolling her eyes and sitting up, pulling the sheet around her. “Now I have to get ready all over again,”

Haseena couldn’t help but laugh, “I’m sorry....” she said with mock seriousness, watching Karishma fumble with sheet “But you’re so cute and adorable when you’re annoyed like this.”

Karishma shot her a half hearted glare but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at her lips. “This won’t save you, Haseena,” she warned, before moving towards washroom.
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After a while Karishma came out from the washroom, while adjusting her shirt. She glanced over at Haseena, who was still lying on the bed, closing her eyes. Smiling softly, Karishma spoke as she towel-dried her hair. 

“Haseena agar ap ko ghar ma zaida bore hota ha tou humen batyay hum ap Kay liyya ap ka volion lay ayan gay phir ruhi bi ap kay sath lagi rahi gi bilkul bore nae hun gi ap....."

Her voice trailed off when she noticed Haseena hadn’t responded. Not a word, not even a smile.

“Haseena?” Karishma turned towards her and called her. She stepped closer to the bed, her brows knitting together in concern. Haseena remained motionless, her eyes closed, her breathing eerily shallow. 

Panic surged through Karishma as she dropped the towel and knelt beside her. “Haseena.....” she said urgently, her hands trembled as she gently shook her. “kia hua? Ap theek han? Humen jawab dijeyay!” 

There was no response. Haseena body was warm, but her stillness sent a chill down Karishma’s spine.

“Haseena, please please, wake up...."

She pressed her ear against Haseena’s chest, relieved to hear a faint heartbeat, but her panic didn’t subside. She shouted towards the door.

“Piya! Piya, jaldi ao....” she screamed, her hands fumbled with her phone. She quickly dialed the hospital’s emergency number, her fingers shaking so badly she almost dropped the device.