Wajood

Chapter 17 : Dhadak

Firstly he rubbed his eyes, confirming whether she is really here or he doped up without his own knowledge.... His eyes turned red due to lack of sleep plus his constant scratching, and hands kept on shivering overwhelmed with a fact that his dreams now getting into his nerves resulting so beautiful yet realistic scenes....

He carefuly climbed the bed not disturbing his imaginary Naina sleeping beside him....and kept his head on pillow parallel to her face keenly kissing his love with eyes....
She appears damn Devine even in his dream state... Movement of her breath, those curly front baby hairs falling on her cheeks too appears to be truth....
Damn, he has got such a strong imaginary power...
That's why he is still alive now....
He thought...

Without blinking his eyes he kept on staring at her face, as if inhaling the life again inside him, with every passing second, his beats getting back to it's track....her presence is synonym of meditation for him even though she is not here for real....
It's just his imagination...
Medicines, he had gulped a few hours ago making a way for hallucinations enter this room...
She is not here for real....

He kept on reciting along with glaring at his world....
His tiny cute life....

His eyes closed slowly as his heart again started it's work smoothly without any baggages, offering a tranquile sleep for him....
Still caring to maintain a safe distance from his imaginary Naina....as he is too poisonous enough to destroy both.....
his imaginary and his real Naina.....

marhami sa chaand hai tu

diljala sa main andhera...

🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷

After 15 minutes....

A chilly wind peeped into the window, slipping inside with a bullet train speed as it saw the empty room, stuffed with something on the bed..... twirling proudly it tickled the white surface, making Naina twitch her feet suddenly feeling cold....
In defence she curled herself a bit, moving her hands on tummy, protecting her child who was now sleeping peacefully inside his motherly shell......

Slowly she was gaining her conscious back, with the constant disturbance of tick talk of old pendulam clock hung on the wall....
Her memory line was telling her to recall this, that exactly happened in her past too....

This sweet weather, stagnancy filled in air, the noise created by the clock especially the antique one, the comfo bed which seemed to be her favt one.....and her sixth sense which is telling her presence of someone else's in this place.....
everything seemed to be so repeatitive.....

Her half opened eyes, now widened in shock making herself believe where exactly she was laying.... isn't it the same room!!!!
Even the color of curtains remained same...
Incomplete painting hanged on the left corner was still there....

Next second she turned quickly crossing her beats, what's her heart was expecting....

And saw him,
Her Rajveer.... slept a pillow away from her...

She moved back her hairs, to have a clear picture of what's she witnessing....
He can't be here... Moreover she can't be here....

It's just a dream....her mind has gone mad now due to trauma....
She tried calm down....with a gush of memories haunting her, which seemed to be played in 3 D....

She took a deep breath...remembering how she reached here.... somewhere safe...
Dr. Jhuma, entering her deck with few armed guys that what's she remembers now....
May be they rescued them...
She tried to recall more....
But effects of meds are still occupying her mind...