~ A tale of a friendship crushed and an affection triumphed ~
Best Ranking : #1 in ShraMan #12 in General Fiction
Shravan and Suman, Childhood best friends, inseparable so to say. Suman, a feisty and hot headed girl, her only goal in life, to be ac...
How is everyone doing? I'd like to start by saying, I'm surprised! By what you may ask? There are a few things I can list: a. The fact that you'll still read Alfaaz with the same vigor in spite of it having prolonged periods of disappearance b. That you'll were shook at what happened to Sumo knowing that I thrive as a sadist and c. That I'm writing so quickly after the last update. The last one shocks me the most.
This is the second-last part of this fabulous journey and I can't begin to tell you'll how I feel. It has been quite the feat! The good thing though, is that whatever is up with Sumo will be out in the open in this update and the story will swiftly end in the next. Whether it's a happy ending or not, we shall see.
For now, moving on to this one!
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The most arduous conundrum for a person is perhaps when his soul testifies to a painfully inevitable reality yet his being refuses to accept it. When he sees the truth unfold and his mind screams in belief, yet his heart remains steadfast in denial. It is in times like these that a person discovers their true self. A self that they never wished to acknowledge, which now holds them steady on a thin branch of strength. A branch that resembles a double-edged sword, walking on which takes eons while the pain only intensifies.
As he sat numbly in the waiting area of the emergency ward, he heard sirens in the distance. His mind registered that there was a flurry of doctors and nurses attending to all kinds of medical cases, his being, however, was unperturbed. He didn't move a muscle but his heart hammered against his chest. He couldn't bring himself to say anything but his soul screamed for mercy. He wasn't sure how long it had been but the blood on his clothes had dried up. While he looked stoic externally, he was waging war on the inside.
Focusing his gaze to the room where his wife was being tended to, his mind conjured up different scenarios of what the doctors would say when they stepped out. No scenario involved them rushing Suman on a stretcher towards the elevators. She was unconscious and looked paler. Dressed in clean hospital scrubs the only blood he saw was the one from the bottle that was being administered to her through an IV.
He sprang to his feet and ran towards the gurney. He felt like someone else had claimed his body and he was a silent spectator to everything that was going on. Seeing him rush in, a senior doctor ordered the patient to be whisked away into an MRI while she stayed behind to speak to the next of kin.
"We have managed to stop the bleeding. We thought it was a case of miscarriage but the sonography and blood work reveals your wife isn't pregnant." Dr. Maurya explained calmly. Even though she spoke quickly, her demeanor was peaceful.
Shravan nodded and allowed his focus to drift to the doctor's assuring voice. He realized that the situation was serious because of how quickly they rushed Suman out. The lady explaining the case, however, made sure that she didn't let panic set into the young husband who was clearly distraught.
