Rekindling Love

Chapter 3

Kaisa sulukh zindgi tu kar rahi hai
Mujhe paraya tu mujhhi se kae rahi
This really is his song. It seems Kartik comes alive, and dies at that exact moment.

He had seen it all in this one month. Love, life, death, hope, despair, he thought that it would be the end. That he had indeed survived the worst of it. That nothing could shock him further, that nothing could make him loose his mind again. Naira will wake up, whenever she did, it would go back to better. To the best form of better. Having seen death up-close, would make them live their life fuller, how wrong had he been? How bloody wrong had he been?

It seemed as if the divinity was personally making sure his life sucked at each moment. That they were themselves making sure to make each moment a living hell. That the almighty was taking out some personal vendetta against him. How could his life, be destroyed in a single moment?  And how was he expected to deal with it?

It took a lot to make Kartik Goenka swear, to make him lose it, to make him angry, to make him vulnerable, to make him break down at once. Snatching away the best thing that ever happened to him, snatching away his wife, definitely qualified to be that.  All at once.

The god in whom, he kept an unwavering belief, had rejoiced in destroying him. It felt as if, he was having fun, giving and snatching away his hope, again and again, and again.

But he wasn’t as weak as to call and ask, “Why me?”. He accepted his fate, the moment it played, he accepted that she wasn’t okay, that she would be okay. He accepted that she would wake up all in good time, that she would come back to him.

She woke up, yes she did, but not to come running in his open arms, not to kiss him and tell him that she loved her. She woke up, only to forget his entire existence. She woke up only to ask, “Who are you?”, to say it twisted a knife in his heart would be an understatement. It killed him, to be killed by your lover, was romantized. There was no greater sorrow to him. But like a brave man that he was, he accepted fate, once again.

He went to the hospital, sobering up a bit. But now that she had amnesia, he couldn’t just be what he was for a past few minutes. If those minutes had confused her, then whatever could have happened would definitely do too. He cannot just claim her to be his wife, and expect her to accept it. It wouldn’t be Naira. And this girl, any way wasn’t Naira, forget his wife part. She was Tina, and if he remembered her right, then he was in a haul.

He first thought he would make her fall for him again. But of everything what he understood last time, he couldn’t make her do anything. She has to want to do it herself. He thought that just staying near her, just being her friend would be what he must do. Because he knew had he forced her, to relive her memories, to fall in love with him, she would simply not be his Naira.

And he wanted HIS NAIRA. Not some lookalike.

He entered her room. She was sitting there, her legs crossed, she seemed every bit confused as I thought.

“Hi” I say. Unsure

“Hi” she replied.

“How are you?” I ask sitting on the foot end of her bed.

“I know you are my husband.” She blurted.

This I didn’t expect. I look at her confused, “What??”

“When I was.. umm sleeping. I heard a voice, talking to me all the time. I felt a pull to the voice, I know it was yours.” She explained.

I was flustered. There she was a mixture of my Naira and Tina. What do we do now? How do we go about? I was as clueless as I initially was.

“I am not her. I’m not your wife. I am not Mrs. Goenka.” She said.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. I was myself aware of the fact that she heard me. That she wanted to come back to me. Under it all My Naira was waiting to re-surface. Even if she wasn’t my Naira she was still the girl I loved.

“I am Tina.” She said.

“And I am Kartik.” I replied.

“So what do we do? I cannot be the girl you love. I am anyway appalled by the intensity of your love. I won’t commit to something I cannot return.” She said.

“And I won’t ask you to. You and I both know you don’t have the memories which make her mine. I cannot possibly expect you to just step in her role.” I replied.

The relief in her stance was visible. Didn’t she even trust me as much? I was forced to question, the answer came to me within a second, she doesn’t know you.

“So what do we do?” she asked.

I shrugged. There was no one on one handbook what to do when your wife lost her memories. I had no clue.

“Seriously? I don’t know.” I replied

“Neither do I”, she replied in a small voice.

“Will you at least accompany to India with me. I cannot leave you alone now. I won’t be able to” he said, genuinely, his fear visible and audible. There was the boy who talked day and night with me. The guy who loved his wife more than anything.

“I would Kartik. I may not be the woman you loved. And I certainly do not love you, but I cannot help but Trust you, I know with you, I will be safe.

That curved his lips into a subtle smile. And for now that was enough. It was enough that she trusted me enough to know I won't hurt her. I won't exploit her. That I would take care of her, even though I had failed miserably in past. It was enough for now, that we trusted each other through this.

Authors Note-

Hi peeps. Third update of the day. I missed writing on spree. Thank you so much for your compliments, keep them coming. Much love.

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