Finding the Lost Souls (Watty 2018)

THE ACHING PAST✔

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Raman feet glued outside of private ward, he continued to look at her wiggling with pain. The intensity of pain didn't stoppeed her moaning in unconscious state. He knew  everything going inside but he didn't dared to move there, his body refused to coordinate with his heart, he found himself moving towards a guilty shell. His eyes brimmed with tears thinking about his worst possible nightmare, loosing his wife. Loving someone is not a mistake but loving someone with possession and insecurities is, loving someone with conditions is wrong as well. An angry mind and angry tongue is equal to sword, with his tear striken face he remembered all those venomous words which she shouldn't say to her.

But it was too late to regret.

After there confrontation and his outburst he stromed out from mansion and started to drive aimlessly over busy roads of Delhi. He was blinded with anger and ego and nothing made sense infront of that not even those words he uttered to his wife mindlessly. He switched off his phone after reaching to office and locked himself in his cabin. He didn't cared of anyone but he need a place where he could cry his heart out. He closed the blinders, dumped his phone aside and curled himself on couch, he felt himself vulnerable in all those seconds. He was guilty for his behaviour but he loved her. Being Sunday was relief for him, the office was empty and there was nobody to disturb him. He needed some moments for himself, a peace to calm himself. He closed his eyes and laid back on couch until he disturbed by loud knock and when he opened for he met with furious Mihir who was ready to burst on him any minute, "Bhabhi is in hospital, she got labour pain"

Mihir was furious when he got sudden call from Omprakash Bhalla, he knew the pains couldn't be all of sudden. He was silent spectator of the things which were happening between his bhiya and bhabhi. Entire the ride he silently drive taking shocked Raman along. Once they reached on 10th floor or the hospital Mihir found him freeze near elevator door, his heart somewhere became soft seeing him worn out wrapped in all possible thoughts but he can't forgave him for his behaviour.

"Mr Bhalla...." he wiped his tears hearing Rashi voice who finally came out from her ward.

"The contractions weren't strong for delivery sometimes it happen with stress as well. Don't worry mam she is asleep now" she stated while looking at elder couple who didn't sat from the moment they admitted there daughter in law, "but her weight she is not gaining weight neither do kids her haemoglobin is low as well, how will she able to make kids birth in such low state? Raman I told you she is weak for this pregnancy and you need to be cautious with her, it's third time since she admitted here in last two months, it's not good for her. She already miscarried her one child in past its your responsibility to give her extra care"

The new revelation left shocked to old couple bit unaffected with Dr Rashi words Raman eyes were stuck on the closed wooden door of his wife private room. His father gasp, mother tears faded in those seconds and he realised his eyes brimmed with tears again.