Love Story

It is the stars, the stars above us that govern our conditions. (William Shakespeare)

‘Can you stop decreasing the volume every five minutes’? He scolded her, gripping the steering wheel hard until his knuckles turned white from furry.

‘I am having a migraine! At least show some sympathy, i am your wife dammit’. She yelled with disgust.

‘The same drama every time’…..he mumbled furiously and once again Brittany Spears echoed in the car.

My life is a misery! Marrying you is the biggest mistake I have ever made, you miserable wreck, She shouted on top of her lungs.

He glanced towards his beautiful wife sitting beside in disbelief and pain written all over his face.

LOOK UP! She shouted suddenly. Before he could look back at the car screen, there was a loud crash. BOOOOM!

Splintering of glass echoed in the dark night; tires screeched to wedge control; metal squashing with metal deafened the still air and then depths of silence swallowed everything.

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Needles prickled her. Stench of antiseptics hit her nerves hard as she drowned in and out of consciousness. She was still comatose slightly, machines beeped above her. Pain shot in her whole body. She could not open her eyes or talk but her senses were still intact. Her mind was in turmoil. It wasn’t the fear of bleeding to death that had seized her heart; it was the naked sword of reality that she might never see him, never alive though. Her every part was crying for him, she dwelled in the miseries of pain he might be in at this instant and then realization hit her HARD as she dozed away. He was everything. Her every dream, hope and reality. Her husband was more important to her than LIFE itself!

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It was a long lonely play of death and life. He was being prepared for surgery and if the operation was not successful, he clearly wouldn’t make it. The pressure on his brain could cause extensive damage eventually and the wounds would not heal with ongoing trauma of pressure. The stakes were bidden on the movement of his stars as they busied in rewriting his fate all over again for the better or…..WORSE.

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While her body was irresponsive to the surroundings, her mind had established its own world and it was a world of REMORSE.

The flames of misconceptions were devouring what had been once her home and now just a tattered vanishing shell of her happy life with him. Her thoughts circled around her life and for the first time in unconsciousness she saw the brutal truth.

She was a spoiled baby married to a man whose only crime was to expect a wife in her; not an unreasonable child. She was a ridiculous excuse for a real wife and lacked the maturity and courage to face the truth in consciousness until now.

Her self-portrait diminished as she tried to answer the questions of her concise.

She loved him when they got married but she was so immaculate that she couldn’t understand that loving someone means you make some sacrifices for him. It sounded bizarre to her now but back then she had always thought that she was entitled to bind him to herself with matrimony and then spend couple of years being independent and carefree until she was ready to settle down with him.

Tears rolled down her closed eyes as she craved to be with him for one last time and ask for forgiveness. The machine started beeping loudly.

A panic rose in the ICU around her as stench of death got stronger.

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The days following the accident were filled with fear and silent turmoil. He had lost everything once in his life and yet again he was on the verge of being robbed all over again. He was recovering slowly. He had successfully maintained conscious for minutes per day but still he was unaware of realities surrounding him like his wife somewhere in the hospital.

With conscious came the guilt.

Everything that had gone wrong was his fault. He had always known that innocence and jubilance were her main ingredients and they were the factors which had caused him to fall in head over heels in love with that 18 years old girl. Yet he had turned them into her biggest fault. He still remembered their first fight just after a month of marriage. Her friends were going back to university for the fall semester and she wasn’t. She had felt martyred because she was just 18 and already tied down and missing out the college life. He had already saved money to pay her tuitions and even suggested to take her for classes but alas that wasn’t good enough for her at that time. She had wanted to go and live in hostel and spend holidays and summer with him. For him it was a hopelessly unfair arrangement which couldn’t be tolerated. It was the time, a journey of misery was born out of their relation, their differences and stubbornness. It was his entire fault. He had not played his role wisely and at this time when a chance of survival was diminishing he had realized that sometimes two different yet wonderful people simply can’t make a go of being married and yet it’s no one’s fault. It needs just time to visualize that usually the happiest couples in the world never have the same nature; they just have the best understanding of their differences. Now he wished for a chance…one last chance to redo the vows of unconditional commitment, promised to the one and only imperfect person who was the totally perfect other side of him; his wife..!

But for that one aspect was necessary.

HER BEING BREATHING!!!!!!!

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Death is the biggest foe of dreams. Because dreams makes what is called life.

He had always pointed the obvious impracticality of such a long distance marriage but she had retaliated furiously. It was also a financial strain on their new life. Contradicting the role of an understanding wife she had run to her father for financial aid unintentionally bruising her husband’s pride; he refused to take help. Her retaliation was absurd. From that day forward she refused to lift a finger at home. She didn’t cook; do laundry for him and did everything to displease him intentionaly. She admitted to herself that she had been a lousy wife but still he had never gave up hope that she ‘d grow up soon and behave like a woman instead of a brat. She had seen deep pools of pain in his once lively eyes and the one causing them was her. She wanted to embrace his sorrows for once. There standing on the thin thread separating two worlds; she only wanted a chance to delete his miseries; their miseries. She wished one last pitch to relive the life they once had created by infusion of their own essence and souls.

She was ready.

Eventually she had grown up.

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Her eyes opened as sliding doors being opened. It was dark in the room and she couldn’t comprehend everything but outlined a stretcher being wheeled in. She closed her eyes once again. A hand gripped her dangling hand. A Touch so familiar, her eyes fluttered open on recognition. She glanced at her side and light beamed all around. He was there; smiling; holding her hand. Tears of gratitude spilled from the corners of her eyes and she smiled in the radiance of his eyes filled with new promises and another lifetime….a perfect one together!

I may not have gone where i intended to but i think i have ended up where i needed to be….. (Douglas Adam)


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