Kismat Connection♡

Samyuktha

It feels like I woke up from a very long dream, where the line between the mirage and reality blurred. But last time I checked, I was being stabbed and death was approaching when I was swept into his arms. So, how did I wake up in a hospital?

Maybe some miracle happened, and I somehow survived, but my parents-the folks who died eight months ago in an accident-were there, in the hospital room, smiling at me when I first saw them.

I was so happy and convinced that I had finally reunited with my parents in the afterlife, tears of happiness streaming down my face as they hugged me. The warmth was gone after I lost them. But soon, those joyful tears and warm feelings turned into a shocking nightmare when I saw Ayaansh entering the room.

My whole body froze, and I realised something was wrong.

He looked young, like he did in his teenage years, and suddenly, my father was lecturing me about safety and rules. How did they nearly lose me so early?

I was getting confused.

Everything felt real, then it was even more confusing when I realised that I was in a hospital gown, and my body was aching. Where am I?

This room looked familiar; my parents were wearing the same clothes they wore when I got into an accident.

The accident. It happened four years ago.

I asked them about the date, and it was four years ago.

Now I see carefully, they didn't look dead to me, but concerned.
Nothing makes sense. How could I be here?

Me born again, it sounds so ridiculous and unrealistic, something which I've only heard in fiction, but at the same time, all the evidence was right in front of me.

The timeline, the accident, my young brother, and my alive parents, even the same shows that aired on TV at that time. I examined my chest, which should be disoriented due to the continuous stabbing; it looked fine, sure, there were bandages, but my heart, alive.

"How is this possible?" I whispered while looking at my hands, then at my parents, who realised that something was wrong. I looked at my brother with pain and pity. I promised him to always be there for him, but I couldn't keep that promise to him and left him all alone in this cruel world.

The tears started coming out one by one, but this time for another reason. I looked around the room, and suddenly I couldn't believe my surroundings.

I can't accept it.

The time has already passed; it cannot be returned, nor can a dead person return to the past.

I stood up, but due to my weak body, I fell, and my father held me just before I could hit the ground. Goosebumps erupted all over my body, and I shanked him away from me. That burned, they are not real, they are just my imagination, my loneliness.

I'm dead.

I was crying hard, "bachcha kya hua? Kuch hua tha, beta? We are here for you, share with us," my mother asked softly.
(Baby, what happened? Did something happen, baby?)

Hearing them made me cry harder, "You are dead." I whispered, "I'm dead."

Even though they looked hurt and shocked, my mother stood frozen while my father hugged tightly, "Nahi Samu, yeh sach nahi hai. Dekho hum sab yahi hai. Sab theek hai," he whispered.

(No, Samu, this is not true. Look, we're right here. Everything is fine.)

"Nahi, ye jhooth hai. Aap...aap dono mujhe or Ayaansh ko akela chod ke chale gaye the. Mai isi hospital mai thi. Me..mere saamne sab hua tha. Ma...mai kuch nahi kar payi. Or.. or phir mujhe bhi maa...maar diya."

(No, this is a lie. You...you both left me and Ayaansh alone. I was in this very hospital. It...it happened right in front of me. I..I couldn't do anything. And...and then they kille...killed me too.)

I hiccupped and cried, shouting, and at this point, I was throwing my hand to push him away, but his hold remained firm despite my throwing hands. This made me feel terrible even more. How could I?

My father was a respectable man who never let anyone touch him, and here I'm, from the corner of my eyes, I could see Ayaansh getting scared, seeing him, my heartache, "I left him all alone, Dad. He will be all alone without any of us. I promised him, Dad. I promised him. I'm a liar, a terrible sister, a bad person."

My father, for a very long time, didn't say anything, kept rocking my shaking body to and fro while listening to my outburst. I kept crying and shaking, but my head slowly started spinning, the world blurring with every next second, eventually, blacking out.

Now, four years later, I was standing in front of my husband on the same bridge I once ran to stop my miserable life.

"You know, I was lost that day, didn't know my destination, just continuously running to stop that growing, anguished ache. Everything looked so confusing. I shouldn't be alive, but those car horns and people's judging gaze told me otherwise, and eventually, I thought this bridge should be the ending point of my misery. This will be my end. It would have been if it weren't for you."

He didn't interrupt me with a question or judge me, just kept listening. His face, which was filled with rage, was calm now, no emotion, just a hint of pain and confusion, and I kept going,

"If it weren't for you, I would've been dead for sure. Then there wouldn't be any Samyuktha in your life. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be your wife. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have done those things. Don't think I'm blaming you, but I want to show you that you unknowingly saved me that day. You gave me life. Tumne mera us time haath thama tha jab maine khud ka chod diya tha. And I will owe you my whole life. I admired you from then, from afar, and it did shatter my heart when I saw you were the groom that night. I never wanted to interfere in your life, but I didn't want anyone to take advantage of your good heart. So yeah, I did destroy your investors because they were horrible people who ruined many innocent lives, and I'm not ashamed of it. And I will never be like Aastha. I could never stoop to her level to ruin someone, until it's not her. I've no more words to say, and I certainly want to leave. I'm freezing."

(You held my hand at the moment when I had let go of myself.)

He was speechless, I could see on his face. I don't know what I'm expecting from him, but deep down, I wanted him to trust me. Be my side through my battles, but then again, I'm asking too much.

The rain has stopped.
But the pain? It didn't.

A horn caught my attention; it was a maroon car. I didn't know if I was seeing correctly. It was Yug on the passenger seat with a girl with red hair. He stepped outside and, seeing us soaked, he looked at us and silently took off his blazer to wrap it around my shoulders, keeping me warm from shivering.
I'm grateful.

"Take her back to the hospital, Yug", Rudraksh said quietly, barely looking at me. Yug didn't argue with him; he just nodded and held my shoulder, quietly motioning me to sit. But I just couldn't wait for him to say, I turned to look at him.

My eyes watered again, didn't want to leave him. I wanted to know what he was thinking, but even I also that he needed time to process whatever I revealed to him. I got close enough only for him to hear and whisper.
"Remember your gift, Rudra."
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This one is a short chapter, in chapter 17. Samyuktha's pov, we saw a flashback how she got into an accident, this was the after the accident in the hospital.
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