"Hey Rishi! Guess what. My dad just agreed, to let me choose modeling as my career. Aww I love him so much." Shweta shouted in excitement on the phone.
"That's so wow babe. I love you." Rishi said. "I love you too Rishi. Just come home. I wanna celebrate this with you." Shweta Replied.
"Okay. I'll come home next week. Promise. Take Care." Rishi hung up the call.
Rishi and Shweta had been together for over 3 years now. Both of them were so happy. It all started, with an Instagram meme about models. They both started commenting on the meme. Soon, their argument in the comments section moved into the DM. And the argument turned into flirty chats and then, chats into meetings, and eventually, the two souls fell in love.
Shweta had a joint family, whereas Rishi had lost his family in a road accident 7 years before meeting Shweta. He was brought up in an orphanage.
After meeting Shweta, he found true love. The love of everyone. Shweta's family knew about Shweta's relationship, and were okay with that.
Rishi was someone called Mr. Perfect. He had the looks, the charm, the knowledge, the education and everything. On the other hand, Shweta was a cute, carefree, moody Delhi girl, the girl of every guy's dreams. Sure she was well educated.
That day, Shweta was happy. She picked up the keys of her car, and went to the nearby mall, to buy a dress for herself, to wear on her date with Rishi next week. Inside the mall, it took her 2 hours, to get the perfect dress.
She was on her way back home.
Bangalore. The Same Day. 17:47.
Rishi was busy on his laptop, making presentations. Suddenly, he heard his phone's ringtone. It was Gungun, Shweta's younger sister.
"Hello?"
"H-e-l-l-o R-i-s-h-i B-h-a-i-y-a!....."
"Gungun!!? What happened? Why are you crying?"
"Shweta Di ka accident ho gaya hai. (Shweta Di met an accident).
Rishi Didn't say anything. He was shocked. He hung up the call. He couldn't go back to Delhi, as he had an important meeting in an hour. Rishi called his assistant and asked him if there was any chance of meeting cancelation. There wasn't. The clients were coming from Japan. He had to stay.
Delhi.
Shweta was brought to Hospital. Her body was covered with blood. There were cuts on her face. Pieces of glasses were pierced inside her face. Her ribs were broken. She was unconscious.
Her family waited outside the ICU, while the doctors operated her.
Bangalore.
Rishi was tensed. Sure, he was not paying attention to what the clients were saying. He was trying hard, to hold back his tears. 3 hours later, his meeting was over. He knew, that the clients were not happy. He didn't give a damn. He asked his driver, to take him straight to the airport.
Inside the car, he called Gungun and asked her to tell him everything.
"Di went out for shopping. On her way back home, an out of control truck crashed into her car, smashing the right side of the car, where Di was sitting. She is in the hospital. In the ICU. Doctors are saying the condition is critical." Gungun explained.
"Don't worry, she'll be alright." Rishi said. And hung up the call. Tears were rolling down his cheek. He was praying silently, "Please God. Not her. Please Please, God. Not her."
He reached the airport. He got inside his private jet, and the plane took off to Delhi.
It was 21:37, when the jet landed the runway of Indra Gandhi International Airport. Rishi rushed towards his car, asked his driver to take him to the Hospital.
He reached the hospital. His feet were frozen outside the hospital. He couldn't move. He took a step forward, with his legs shaking. He had felt, that something wrong has happened.
He reached the ICU floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, he saw Gungun. She was crying. The doctor was standing near her family. The doctor looked at him and sighed. He went closer to the Doctor.
"Look Mr. Aneja. I'm sorry. We couldn't save her." The doctor said, and went away. Shweta's mom was crying. Gungun was crying, resting her head in Rishi's arm. Rishi looked inside the ICU, from the small window on the door. He saw the dead body of his girlfriend, lying in front of him, covered with white cloth. He lost his family again. He felt something on his chest. He saw an 'Om' locket, which his mom had given him. 10 years ago, his mom died, and now his girlfriend, in the same way.
He pulled the locket hard out of his neck, and threw it on the floor. He went away.
A few days later, he went back to Bangalore.
