Alfaaz

Chapter 31: Markaz

Hello people!

How far have we come from Ranjish that now they are so a centre of each other's lives, that life in itself without each would be impossible? Who is the Markaz of whose life? Well.. The title of this chapter, meaning centre, gives away the premise doesn't it?

But it doesn't give away all of it. Life is unpredictable. People react. Things happen. But, at the end of the day, it all boils down to priorities. If relationships are clear as a crystal, then things can never truly go wrong, can they? I believe it's best to talk, whatever bothers you, talk it out. Keeping things in, bottling up emotions is worse than the most toxic venoms on earth.

Alfaaz had taken a happily ever after route, which is an awesome route to take. But, life isn't as simple. Sometimes, we need to be able to make peace with our demons and not bury them. If they are buried, they may be unearthed and would be much stronger than ever. Its best to make peace, that way your demons live with you, but you are their tamer.

I would like to dedicate this chapter to one of the most important Markaz of my life. Prii @marchantia4. You have been my rock, anchor, north star, solid ground, voice of reason and shield. You came in my life when I was a carefree chirpy girl and stayed in my darkest and weakest of times to bring me back to being myself. I can't be thankful enough for having found you. Happy birthday my love. Today, is extremely important to me, cause it's the day you fell from heaven. Well not fell, but you know what I mean. I love you doctor! I wish you many more ....

On that note, let's take this one forward. 

A week with Shravan at the hospital had made her accustomed to his enduring presence. As she lay in bed, alone, with a blanket imparting warmth instead of him, she was frustrated. Try as she may, she could not sleep. She tossed and turned before finally giving up on slumber.

Grunting she got out of bed. Walking towards the window she remembered the times they would spend by the window in his hospital room. They had spent hours talking about their time away from each other, and discussed how they hoped their future would be.

Now, as the darkness in the room crept up, she realized how soon he had become her habit. One night away from him, and her predicament was like a fish out of water. She simply couldn't do without him. She grabbed her phone and dialled his number, but before the call could go through; she disconnected it.

"He must be asleep Suman! You can't sleep but he needs rest.." She spoke to herself. "The poor thing must be tired with everything today has been." She sat on her bed throwing her phone towards the pillow. Shravan had gotten discharged earlier that day much to everyone's relief.

Doctor Cross was impressed by his progress and believed that Shravan would heal sooner being with his family. Given that his heart was still recovering, he was asked to refrain from strenuous physical activity. They had also been asked to keep any stress away from Shravan. His lungs were much healthier now and with a bunch of instructions, he was allowed to leave the hospital.