"Di, Had I not left him there, He would not have stormed out," said Urmila as she sat next to Siya in the car. Maanvi had stayed back with the elders at home, for their moral support and to update them with Lakshmans condition. Shruti, who sat next to Urmila, said,"Di, It all happened because of that Mandira Aunty. Lakshman bhaiyya was angry because of her, and that made him go out." "Shruti, that may be true, but instead of thinking about that, think how we can stand with the others now. Everyone needs moral help now."said Siya. She tried to change the bad thoughts that Urmila was having then. After a few minutes, they reached the huge hospital in which Lakshman had been admitted by his bodyguards, who followed him behind his car. Ram, Bharat and Shatrughan rushed towards the reception avoiding the press that had gathered there. The girls followed behind. In front of them his car was taken away. The hood and front grills had been crushed, and the windshield cracked. Shruti looked at the terrible situation of the car and said,"Di, he has had a very big accident. Will he be okay?" "Ofcourse he will!!" yelled Urmila at Shruti.
"Nothing will happen to him. I will not let anything happen." she continued. Shruti looked down apologetically. Siya said,"Yes, but now lets move in. We have to be with him." All of them went to the topmost floor of the hospital wherein he had been admitted to the best operation theatre there, and under special care. All of them waited outside. Bharat sobbed on Ram's shoulder and said,"Bhaiyya, I should have stopped him. I couldn't help you. Sorry." Ram said,"No Bharat its not your fault. We both should have tried. Lakshman is just so adamant that.." As he was about to complete a doctor came out from the theatre. He walked up to Ram and said,"Mr. Suryanvanshi, Mr. Lakshman is all right. Yes, he faced a very big accident in his car from the front, which has injured his head and shoulders, but he is recovering slowly." All of them looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. Siya looked upwards and thanked God for answering her prayers. The doctor continued,"But Mr. Suryavanshi, we find this to be a case of deliberacy.
Someone has deliberately caused the mishap. I talked with the police present there and they too said the same thing. The accident took place as if a car had banged Mr. Lakshmans car with accurate aim." Ram looked confused and asked,"But why do you say so?"
"Sir, we have seen many car accidents before. But this one is different. Mr. Lakshmans car's windscreen is cracked and shattered slightly. And there are no signs of blood on the steering too. So that leaves only one possibility. That someone drove in such a way that the car faced Mr. Lakshmans car and injured him in such a way that only can be manually done." Siya started sweating and wiped her forehead. Done deliberately? Was the Sir' thing related to this? Did he do any harm to Lakshman? She looked at the operation theatre's door and gulped. The doctor said,"Anyways, Mr. Suryavanshi, just to see him, we can allow only one family member to go and meet him. So who will go?" "I will!" yelled Urmila. Everyone around looked at her, hearing her scream. The doctor looked at Ram, who nodded. The doctor told her to come and Urmila walked behind him quickly.
"Ma'am, I am here, if any problem is there, call me." said the doctor as he was walking out of the ICU, in which Lakshman had been shifted to.
"Yes, sure," she said and the door closed, leaving only her and her Lakshman behind.He lay subconscious, silent, unlike his natural behaviour, with a calm breath. He had a dislocated shoulder and a minor injury on the head. Urmila wiped her tears and placed her trembling hands on his hands. A tear fell from her eyes. The room was silent, except for the continuous beeping of the heart rate monitor. Urmila rubbed her hands over his and said,"You know, when that Shipra called you, I was really angry. I am not jealous, I am possessive. I dont want anyone to look at you the way I do. Even when I teased you at home, I know the moment was wrong, and you were upset, but I thought it would cheer you up. But no, you had to scold me. I went away, thinking you would come to melt my anger, but when you didnt, I felt something was wrong. Even in the house, when all were present, and you werent, I thought maybe you went up to your room. But I didnt find you there. And when Ram Bhaiyya said you had an accident, my heart stopped beating. I felt a piercing pain. As if someone was strangling me to death. Then I realised, how much I love you. When you move away even for a moment, a feel alone, incomplete. And when Shruti said negative things, I shouted on her too. See what you made me do... " She looked at with with teary red eyes. "Wake up please... I want to tell you the rest..." She started crying heavily. She had controlled a lot, but after all, she was a girl whose universe rested in his well being. She sobbed and said,"Lakshman, I love you. I love you a lot please wake up. Please. For me. Okay not for me, for Ram Bhaiyya atleast. Please." Suddenly, her hand tickled. She looked at her hand which was in hands, and saw his fingers slowly twitching. She looked at his face and saw his eyes moving and forcefully moving against the will of nature. He was waking up. "yes, open your eyes. You can do it!" Lakshman heard these words and felt the fire power in him rise again. He opened his eyes and looked around, and the first thing he saw was her face. Her smiling, wet and tired face. She looked up and thanked God and cupped his face in her hands lightly. His eyes had the same spark, just a little wet. "I am sorry," he said. Urmila cried lightly. She said,"You better be. You dont know what has gone over all of us. And me specially. But, I am sorry too." Lakshman smiled.
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THE STORY OF LIFE | A 21ST CENTURY RAMAYANA
Ficción GeneralRanked #1 In Ramayan, as of April, 2020 :) In the 21st century, the Ramayana is repeated. The same facts, the same people, just not the same battles. The same lessons, the same villains, just not the same time. This is a journey of life which everyo...