Her Last Breath (COMPLETE)
An emotional tale about karma, where the writer is destiny.
**Note this is an original fiction story that I wrote in 2016, it uses the name of the characters from the show Sadda Haq, but it has nothing to do with the show apart from the names. You can read as if it's a regular novel. I almost got it published with original names.
This one is VERY dear to my heart. It has MANY themes of spirituality and deep concepts about love.**
"Your name will be on my dying lips," she whispered as she lay in the hospital bed, her lips chapped, her face pale. "All I will chant is your name. You are who I have lived for, and I will die remembering you too."
"Please don't do this to me," I told her hoarsely, my voice cracked, for I knew that time was short. "If you go, what will I do here?"
"Randhir, Randhir, Randhir," she whispered, and closed her eyes as her feeble body fell into a deep slumber.
"Sanyukta," I said hoarsely, "Please wake up."
She was slipping away from me, her breaths were getting slower. My time with her was limited, although eternity was what I wanted.
"Sanyukta," I called out hopelessly, a longing ache in my chest.
She had already dedicated her last breath to me, but I vowed that I would write off all the breaths I had left in her name. I had already hurt her too much in this lifetime.
I took her hand in mine gently, rubbing small circles with my thumb on her soft skin.
"From this moment, this Randhir Singh Shekhawat promises you Sanyukta Agarwal, that I will die to love you," I told her, feeling my eyes get wet. "Even if I am in a living hell, I will make sure I love you the right way. Everything I have belongs to you now... my mind, my body, my soul. It is all yours."
As the first tears fell from the corners of my eyes, I noticed her lips curve upwards ever so slightly. It was almost as if she heard me.
We never took marriage vows, but for some reason these dying vows felt more real than it could get.
