Chapter-8

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"Aditya, there is that vendor selling roasted corn..but it is across the road.."

"I will bring it...you wait here.." He said and went in the direction of the vendor. He crossed the road carefully and reached him.

Zoya saw him buying corn from the vendor. Her phone rang and she turned away from him, towards the sea talking on the phone. It was her mother's call. She was answering her every question just when she heard some strange sound from the road. She turned towards the road and saw people crowding around the vendor. She tried to locate Aditya in the crowd but he was nowhere to be seen. She cut the call and carefully crossed the road. As she was approaching the crowd, her heart rate was increasing with every step she took. She struggled her way through the crowd and saw someone's body laden with its own blood.

"Aditya.." She whispered to herself and her insides clutched at the sight in front of her. The sight of Yash lying on the ground  covered with a white cloth came to her mind and then she looked at him.

"No...." She said loudly and moved towards him. She sat and kept his head in her lap and caressed his forehead.

"Someone please call the ambulance..please...!!!"

"I will not let anything happen to you...not this time...not again.." She said assuring him. His eyes were closed and his face reflected pain..

"Aditya.." She called him shaking him a little.

"Open your eyes..I said open your eyes..are you listening to me..open your eyes.." She said in a dominating voice, which wasn't doing anything greater than paining her heart and throat a bit more.

"Call the ambulance..fast..!!!" She yelled on top of her lungs.

"It is on its way..it will be reaching soon.." A lady from the crowd came forward and told her.

"I am a medical student, apply pressure at the back of his head and please don't let him slip into unconsciousness..." She spoke further, to which Zoya wrapped her scarf tight around his head. It soon started drenching in blood.

"Aditya..! Open your eyes..othe-otherwise it won't be good..Zoya Siddique is warning you..listen to me..open your eyes.." His hand was reaching his head and his face reflected pain. Zoya didn't loose her grip on his head.

"Look at me..!!!" She scolded him and he finally looked at her with half-closed eyes. She felt some relief, some.

"Don't shut your eyes Aditya..I'm with you..Please.."

"Aditya..." She said caressing his hair. "Nothing will happen to you..I will not let anything happen to you..nothing.." She said as if she was trying to assure herself more than him.

"Zo-ya.."

"Talk with me..don't shut your eyes..please..okay, tell me about...umm...your favorite color.."

"Zoy-a.."

"Just, tell me.." She sounded pleading. Tears were streaming down her face and she was not bothered to wipe them.

"Blu-e.."

"You know mine is white.." She tried to say in a cheerful tone but her voice was anything than cheerful.

"Okay, I tell you a story..."

"Okay?" He nodded his head.

"Words, Aditya..!"

"Ok-ay.." He took a deep breath.

"So, once there was a flower..a flower which was harvested with love...and only love...it was grown in so much care that it never learned how to tackle the storm..are you listening to me?...so, o-one day a butterfly ca-came into the flower's vision..it came and sat on it...the flower liked the company of the butterfly...and do you know what happened next?.." She looked at him and he shook his head in a no.

"Th-then..the butterfly started coming everyday and sucked out all the nectar from the flower and when there was no nectar left..it stopped coming...the flower saw the butterfly sit on another flower and suck its nectar...it thought that the butterfly liked the company of it but no, it only came to suck out its nectar...leaving the flower unhealthy and weak..then, the most feared thing came..the storm..it came and it didn't wait for the flower to get ready to face it..it came and thrashed the flower..some of its petals fell away from it...its leaves drooped..."

"Then wh-at hap-pened?" He asked pain visible in his voice.

"Then the storm finally stopped and a ray of sunlight shove over the flower..with time the flower again became healthy...with the help of the sunlight and it also learned how to tackle the storm...it learned that bad times need to come so that we can enjoy the good ones..." She looked at him with teary eyes.

"You ar-e that flo-wer right?" He asked with a little smile playing on his face. She nodded returning the smile. The sound of the siren broke their eye contact.

Kaisi vo murard thi jo aaj jal gayi..

The ambulance came and stopped near them. The ward boys came and made him lay on a stretcher. Soon, he was taken into the ambulance.

Pariyon ke zehan mein jo aag ban gayi..

She watched him closing his eyes. She went inside the ambulance and sat by his side, encircling her fingers around his.

Dekhi na thi sapno khayalo mein kabhi aisi zindagi se mulakaat ban gayi...

Her gaze traveled to her scarf which was wrapped around his head and which was now completely red with his blood. She caressed his forehead with her other hand. His face was not reflecting pain at this moment and this worried her.

"Don't let him slip into unconsciousness.." That lady's voice spoke in her head.

"Aditya.." She whispered to him and did not receive an answer from him.

Teri aankhon ki lehak ko na jaane...na jaane kaisi raat mil gayi...

A lone tear escaped her eye and her heart rate increased. She can't lose the only ray of hope in her life. She missed that cheering smile which he used to have on his face, almost every time. His face was void of any expressions...it was blank.

Na jaane kaisi raat mil gayi...

The ambulance reached the hospital and its door opened. She didn't let go of his hand.

Na jaane kaisi raat mil gayi...

He was taken into the operation theatre and his hand slipped out hers as he was taken in. She felt incomplete and hurt as his hand left hers.

"Ya allah..please save him..he hasn't done wrong to anyone please save him..please..." She broke into sobs as she thought of his condition.

Zoya's POV

'Why did I send him to that vendor...why did I even notice that..why did I even let him go there..it's all my fault..why did I do this..I am such a bad omen...whoever comes close to me..something bad happens to them...I will walk out of his life as soon as he gains consciousness...I will never meet him..that will be good for him..yes..I will fly from here..somewhere far away from him..where even my shadow wouldn't touch him...allah, please grant him strength..I promise I will stay away from him..please...'

I started offering my prayer to Him while sitting on the chair. The click sound of the door told me that the doctor is out. I finished my prayer quickly and rushed to him.

"How is he doctor?"

"He has lost a lot of blood..let's wait till he gains consciousness..Excuse me.." The doctor said and moved towards the other direction.

'Please save him allah..'

"Doctor, when can I meet him.." I ran and asked him.

"He will be shifted into a private room and then you can meet him.."

"Thank you, doctor.."

'Shukriya..'  I said looking up.

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