Adiya's destiny

SHE IS ADITYA HOODA'S WIFE

Zoya's POV

"Abbu please hume jaane de, humara jaana bahut zaroori hai...unhe humari zaroorat hai abbu please...wohh marr jayenge abbu...please"

"thik hai, hum bhi challenge, uss sheher mein uss insaan ke saath aapko akela nahi chhor sakte"

"Arjun ugle hafte tak Delhi se wapas nahi aayenge, toh jab tak wohh thora thik nahi ho jaate hum wahi rahenge aur phir laut ayenge", I didn't argue with him, at that point of time all I knew was to reach to him.

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"thank god, Mrs. Hooda aap aageyi wohh hume aapne paas jaane hi nahi de rahe hai "

Without wasting a single minute I ran inside, the room was a mess, every object in the room was scattered, he was in a disheveled state

I sat beside him on the floor, as I placed my hand on his shoulder I realized he was shaking, sweat drops all over his face, his hands on his ears as if he was trying to shut down all the voices of the world.

"Aditya...Aditya",I called out twice and before I could say anything he touched my face softly with his hands, when he realized I was not an illusion a small smile appeared on his disturbed face, tears rolled down his cheeks and he hugged me tightly

"Zoya... mujhe bachalo please... main marna nahi chahta please mujhe bachalo Zoya main maar dalunga khudko please mujhe akela mat chodo", his voice was panic stricken, shaking in my hold he cried "please...mujhe jeena hai Zoya please...", his hold grew stronger as he kept pleading to me not to leave

"sshh...nahi jayenge aapko chodke", I kept stroking his hair but didn't stop him, letting it all out was important so I let him cry, he kept crying as I held him tightly to myself assuring him I wouldn't leave him alone

We sat there like that for quiet sometime when his cry turned into sobs I supported him to sit up on the bed, realizing he was too weak to even get up, I called Victor, he made him lay on the bed, all this while he didn't leave my hand neither did I leave his.

"Mrs. Hooda unke yeh anxiety attacks naye nahi hai pichle ek saal se aate hai unhe par unhone kabhi treatment hi nahi karwaya, now he is in a severe state...aur yeh suicidal thoughts bahut dangerous...humesha unke saath kisi ka maujood rehna bahut zaroori hai akele par jaane se wohh koi galat kadam bhi utha saktee hai"

"magar dr wohh marna nahi chahte khud kaha unhone toh phir?"

"ji Mrs. Hooda , consciously wohh nahi chahte par ese cases mein kabhi kabhar subconscious mind havi ho jaata hai aur insaan anjaane mein actions le leta hai unka brain abhi bhi state of shock mein hai, unki ma ke suicide ko wohh accept nahi kar paaye hai aur esi halat mein unhe akela chodna maut ke muh mein dhakka dene jaisa hai"

"dr wohh thik toh ho jayenge na?", I asked letting out a sob, Ammi held me realizing I was about to break down

"ji magar bahut khayal rakhna hoga unhe care aur saath ki bahut zaroorat hai...waqt lagega par thik hozayenge...ab mujhe chalna chahiye"

"thank you dr.", I whispered

standing at the door I looked at his sleeping form

"itne din yaha rehna toh mumkin nahi hai hum ek ache se nurse ka intezam karte hai"

I went to the hall hearing my abbu speak about the nurse

"kaisi baatein kar rahe hain abbu hum unhe chodke kahi nahi jayenge"

"hum abhi jaane ko nahi keh rahe hain beta, do din baad jab nurse join kar lengi tab lautenge hum wapas tab tak rahiye unke paas", he said calmly as if it was a trivial matter, maybe it was, for him but for me it was my husband's life