The tragedy. “There are so many bruises on her,” he murmured to himself. There seemed to be something akin to disbelief in his tone. It wasn't the first time that he discovered it. Yet, it still made him feel nausea just by looking at it and thinking how much it must have hurt her. Gulping, he assured himself, “It will heal eventually; however, it's going to take some time.” Nodding at himself, he checked her body and arms too that were visible, examining her. A variety of blues and purples rested there. There was something precarious in the air where he stood. Not even he was able to pinpoint it because he was already willingly exposing his vulnerability without noticing it himself. Blankly staring at her, he pleaded with himself. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes while his lower lip started to quiver. His eyes were red and dull. It was almost as if it were lifeless. He slowly started to breathe in and out through his nose to keep sustained. With his jaws taut, his afflictio
Fierce truth. He was in shock more than he was in confusion. Frowning slightly, he stood there perplexed, peering intensely at her without saying a word. That was so strange for Uzair to respond to her disbelieving question. There was a pause of unusual silence. And some more pause. And some more. “Who are you?” She whispered again, barely audible. Before the truth of those words could take his breath away, he closed his eyes fiercely. “No,” he told her after opening his eyes, his whisper matching hers. Once again, his eyes fixed on her as if she were the most valuable treasure in the whole world. And she was, in a way, for him. “Who are you?” She repeated the same question yet again in a small voice. “Where is my papa?” They both looked utterly confused while watching each other. Both were observing the other in their own specific way. One was seeing his little bird speak, like she was seeing him for the very first time in her life. And the other one was staring at
23— Flashback- two! “Winning the battle is okay. But never choosing to feel defeat with failure is better.” —Saumya Tripathi Her accident had turned into a tragedy for him to bear. Even now, when he blinked to clear his vision, he was shaking somewhat still inside the memory, which refused to leave his mind even to this very day. Running his slightly shaky hands over his already messed-up hair, he clenched them together in his tight fists. His already gritted teeth made his jaws sharp-angled and his cheekbones more prominent than ever. At that moment he looked so different, maybe strange even if someone were to see him. He laughed out suddenly; his booming laugh was nothing but a haunted one. Stopping a few minutes later, with his hazy eyes, he let the other part of those haunting memories resurface. ••~•• “Who are they?” That sentence had Uzair frowning deeper than he realised. His hope was shattered by the truth, which his mind already knew to some extent. It was as if some
Afraid of conclusion. Shaam couldn't make himself lie to him. He didn't want to break his heart further by introducing him to the reality of the situation. Sometimes, life was so cruel. He was scared for Uzair if he was being utterly truthful with himself because he knew how much his little girl meant to him. He could sense his own heart rate rising with the trail of thoughts. “You might be right, son,” it was a white lie that Uzair caught as soon as it left Shaam's lips; although he didn't voice it out, he could feel something moving in the pit of his stomach. He was speechless with terror.It was all too much. He was vulnerable enough to grasp any little bit of hope provided to him. Regardless of being an empty hope, that was. He just wanted someone to placate him into thinking it all was a dream. Nothing else. Shaam breathed a deep and long exhale, trying to gauge his reaction and to read his mind. "It’s not wise to jump to conclusions. Let the doctor examine her thoroughly bef
Ruin. "Hey, little princess!" The doctor gently waved at her, smiling softly to ease some of her fear, walking closer to the bed where the small form of Radhika lay reluctantly with hooded eyes due to high medication.She grimaced, seeing another unknown face in a matter of what felt like five minutes. She was irritated at this point. Radhika just peered without blinking in return. She did not reply either, just peered like the adamant child she was—at the added unknown member of the room. Eyebrows frowned together and lip full on pout, she repeatedly blinked in the direction of three unknown faces by straying her eyes. She just watched with her brimming confusion-filled large eyes at him at last. To the person with the white long coat who tried to talk to her again. “So, little princess, how are you feeling?”Moments passed by just waiting. No one really said anything. No one.Taking her wrist in his larger one and trying to start small talk with her, Lucas, amidst checking her vita
Things change.“You're right,” Shrey agreed. “Let him stay. Can he?”"I could have allowed it. But on the contrary—for having answers, I have to be left alone with her to deduce her mental stability," the doctor countered rationally. "Let me check that, please. I'd wish to have a word with her alone. Hence, I could know about her situation and let me confirm it for any internal injuries as well before I could answer the questions of your own. I need to be confirmed before I can make any certain conclusion on the part. I’ll keep you updated on any new findings as soon as I have them."It took a few seconds to sink the meaning into them. “How long do you think it’ll take before we can see some improvement?""It’s difficult to put a precise timeline on it. Every patient responds differently to treatment. If the medication is effective, we should notice a gradual improvement in her symptoms. It may take weeks if the medicine works out for her.”Nodding simultaneously and without saying a
Past hurts. “You are being nothing but illogical, and I know you already know that. Don't you?”Uzair's vulnerability was apparent now more than ever. He shivered from the weight of his big brother's words. Shrey didn't need to hear his words when he was able to read his little brother's face. After all, it was him who raised him.“You have nothing to fear. We got saved by a mighty catastrophe. Wouldn't you agree? Something could have gone wrong, but it didn't. Shouldn't you be happier about her being safe than sad about her losing something as trivial as her memory when you can make new ones with her? Even better than before you could have? Rest assured, everything will be alright. Even now, hope is not all lost.”“I understand that, brother. I totally do. Yet, I am unable to decipher the pain and how to get past it. Logically, I am glad she is safe and sound. Yet another part of me is grieving about the fact that it came with a condition.” As he exhaled, his shoulders shook. “The d
To begin with. In the room. . Almost in a soft, inviting whisper, Lucus stood before and said to Radhika, who had confusion-filled eyes. "Hello, hello, little buddy! My name is Dr. Lucus and I’m here to help you. That probably makes little sense at the moment, but bear with me. Will you?” His approach was gentle, patient, and reassuring. However, she stayed silent, just looking at him in what he noticed was annoyance. He shook his head. She's a hard cookie to crack, he thought. His approach was no doubt simple, polite, and opened up the conversation in a way that encouraged the patient to share their concerns. Yet she wasn't a little bit interested in talking to him. Now that was a problem. He had to take up a different way to coddle her into talking. “Ah-huh, adorable dolls like you shouldn't frown.”Blinking, she looked away. He chuckled softly before starting again. “My responsibility is to make sure that I make you comfortable and to answer any question possible for better u