—AUTHOR’S POV.

the little boy kept on fighting for his life as every last breath he took had vridha's name on them.

he was in love with her even before he knew what the word love even meant , his little heart believed he looked at her the way his father looks at his mother and thats where he knew ki usse sirf vo chahiye, aur kuch nahi.

kehte hae pehla pyaar tabahi ka vo darwaza hae jiski chabbiya kurbaani, dard aur khudse zyada kisi aur se mohbat karne ki chah rakhna hae, aur iske jaana insaan ki har ek rooh ko jhakam de jaata hae.

kya abhimaan ka bhi pehla pyaar ek dastaan nahi par sabak reh jayegi?

the nurses rushed his little unconscious body on the stretcher, pushing him towards the room which would decide if he was going to meet his tulip ever again or not.

the surgeons operated on his little body as the monitor beside him suddenly beeped , his heart beats dropped as every second the numbers on the machine went down.

a loud continuous beep echoed the room as the people in green shrubs looked at each other with disappointment and sadness in their eyes.

17 year old vridha | present.

her body laid unconscious on the hospital bed as the doctors continuously tortured her hands with numerous needles.

the girl who used to loathe scars was now getting stitched into a new doll as the needles continuously bent her muscles, pushing them away, making space for the thread to pass through and bring new changes.

kehte hae agar kismat mae na ho toh vo aakar bhi chala jaata hae, chahe vo khwaab ki mohbat ho ya phir haqiqat ka dard.

par kya likha tha vridha ki kismat mae?

"mr.rajput"

a loud feminine voice screamed out the name in the middle of the hospital corridor, grabbing attention of all the people around.

the 4 hours of continuous torture had finally ended , uske bahari zakham par toh malam laga diya tha , par inhe kon bataye ghav uske dil mae zyada gehre hae.

even though all her wounds were now stitched , she couldn't breathe without the support of the ventilator.

andar se toh vo kabki mar chuki thi, abh toh bahar se bhi saansein lena namunkin hogya tha uska.

the doctors exited the operation theatre as priya rushed by them wanting to know about vridha's current condition.

"doctor when will she gain her consciousness back?"

"we are trying our best but it will only be possible if she's willing to breathe again, just patiently wait for a miracle"

her unconscious body was being pushed towards the ICU as the nurses asked the huge crowd to move aside.

they were rushing her to the ICU because the oxygen level in her tank kept on decreasing , while getting even a hint of the outside air could be dangerous for her body

a small stone at the corner of the corridor came in contact with one of the nurses legs , kicking it unknowingly towards the stretchers wheel as the sudden pause resulted to a slight jerk.

vridha's hand shifted due to the strong push on her body , as her arm laid hanging on the edge of the bed.

its so weird how something so small , that was left unnoticed by so many people could actually make them all halt just by being placed at the right position during a wrong timing.

the back of her hands slightly came in contact with another pair of hands, making the other person stop on their track.

her cold fingers touched the stranger's back of the hand , as a shiver ran through their body , being operated for hours straight under temperatures that went down to negative was why her body felt like it was just out of the freezer.

the stranger gently took her hand , placing it back beside her body so delicately as if trying to fix a broken doll, her hand so cold yet brought warmness towards the unknown person's body.

they gave the nurses a smile as if indicating that they should move forward but something didn't go unnoticed by the stranger's sight.

her hand moved.

the movement of her pinky finger was so small and ended as quickly as it happened , that it could deceive a person even with an sight of owl , but the curious stranger who kept on looking at her definitely caught it.

is this the beginning of something new? or will her life continue the way it was? will she survive? or will her brain give up the battle of life and death? so many different questions but the only one that mattered the most was who is this stranger?

7 year old abhimaan | malhotra mansion.

digvijay and drishti malhotra had 3 beautiful daughters, the eldest one named riya followed by priya and then the youngest vridha malhotra.

the assumption of being the most loved all because she was the youngest had never been proved wrong to the people because she definitely had everything, all the latest toys , some she was too young for

she already owned her first luxury car at the age of 3 , people automatically assumed that digvijay was not only a great businessman who believed in genuine charity but also an amazing father and a brilliant husband.

par inhe kon samjhaye ki parde ke piche khushiyo bhari film nahi, bas kaali zhang lagi diwaar hoti hae.

the malhotra's had organised one of the biggest party in the name of an charity event, the international deal they had been working days and nights for was finally signed.

all big shots around the world had their rsvp done for this event , all wearing the most expensive designs trying to look better than the other, but one thing they all had in common was their ego that stood higher than the 8 layer cake they had prepared for the event.

3 year old vridha was trying to find her dad who promised to let her eat the chocolate chip cookie if she could find him , they often played this game of their version of hide and seek everytime she was in his office.

he'd hide for hours and let vridha find him until she's tired and end up sleeping on the office sofa.

abhimaan stood quietly beside his dadu , wearing a beautiful black tuxedo and those same dove cufflinks , his hair perfectly set and a fake broad smile ready for all the guests.

even though he was physically present between those adults , his little eyes were stuck on the little girl in white skirt and a little white buttoned blazer that had black lines on them.

she roamed around the room, unknowingly entering the kitchen as abhimaan rushed behind her

"you're not allowed to go in there"

he held her small arm , stopping her from walking inside as she just looked at him with her doe brown eyes and chubby cheeks that puffed up more as she huffed.

"sjusj wuo cant ell me wht do" (shush , you don't tell me what to do)

so young yet so furious , vridha jerked his hand off and proceeded to walk inside

"atleast tell me what you want"

abhimaan followed the little girl who bounced her head left to right while taking tiny curious steps.

she stuck her tongue out while looking at abhimaan and started running making him shocked

"pagal"

vridha thought they had met for the first time when she was 4, in the park par esi toh kahi chizze hae jo jaisi dikh rahi thi , vaisi asal mae kabhi thi hi nahi.

"papa- "

mr malhotra was in the corner of the room with a girl pinned down to the wall on his side , her blouse open as he sucked on her face.

the letters she wrote to him

dear rain,

i caught father dearest cheating on my mom again , today was their anniversary.

i sometimes wonder if we ended up marrying each other , would you also betray me like my dad did to my mom? would you also make me feel insecure about myself as you come home with another cologne?

i always ask my mind to shut up when it starts thinking about all the bad things you could do to me, not because i am scared they’d turn out to be true but because i trust you.

i also wonder about why would someone willingly put themselves in danger just to save a mere stranger , i often chuckle while thinking that maybe you love me too but you probably don’t, right?

pata nahi dar ki baat ye hae ki mujhe kisise ishq huva hae jo mujhe shayad abh jaanta bhi nahi hae ya phir mujhe tumse jo ishq huva hae vo kisi aur se karne ka khayal bhi mujhe galat lagne laga hae , ye kya hae abhimaan? hum kya hae?

- a girl who loved you her whole life

kisses xoxo. (march 2023)

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