"I won't wait." he yelled back and that's all he said. She turned back to see an over speeding car hit him, he flew in the air, fell with a thud on the ground. Blood gushed like water from his head and she went blank. Her world shattered in front of her. Yet, she gathered all her strength and ran to him, took him on her lap and called his name. "Dhruv, get up. You can't leave me like this. Dhruvvvvvv...!!!!!" Her hands, her clothes everything was soaked in his blood. Some good soul called for an ambulance and they took him away to the hospital. She was with him throughout. With some strength left, he clung to her hand as if to say that he wants to live.
She kept talking to him constantly, his pulse kept moving up and down and somehow it dropped suddenly. He didn't hold back her hand. He didn't look at her, he didn't wanna live it felt at last. They had gone through a lot to be together and when finally they were together, destiny didn't want them to be together and enjoy themselves. He was a windower and she was unmarried. She never fell in love with anyone else except him during their college days. He married because his parents forced him to get married and when he got married to someone, he never liked her. They never spent a day like a husband and wife.
Dhruv kept searching for his love that he had lost in college though he was married. He had lost her number somehow. Smriti was her name. The entire world was forced to address her by 'Smriti' except him. He called her "Simmi".
The whole college knew about their love story. However, his parents remained unheard about this. She belonged to a higher strata of the society. The boys dreamt of marrying her but she dreamt of marrying only Dhruv.
She chose to take up science, while he chose commerce. They both went to the same college till their post graduation. Confession was never done about their love. Dhruv got a job in an MNC for which he had to leave his hometown and move to Mumbai. Even the air of Mumbai couldn't reduce their love. Though they weren't in contact with each other, they lived in each other's hearts.
Their only mistake was they didn't confess. They assumed they'd be together till the end of time. Her assumptions were short-lived when she got to know about Dhruv getting married. Dhruv hadn't even agreed and his parents had finalized the match. He came searching for her when he heard that she was in the town. Smriti finally convinced him to marry Supriya. Dhruv didn't feel anything towards her. She on the other hand was homosexual and had a girlfriend already. Dhruv knew this on the day of their wedding and agreed to stay with her so that neither his parents would force him to get married nor her life would be spoilt by some man who could not accept her original identity. Though they shared the room, they never shared the bed. They were good friends. Supriya's girlfriend too knew about Dhruv. She felt blessed to have Dhruv as their cover. He had arranged for 2 single beds in their room. They were good friends. Supriya's girlfriend too knew about Dhruv. She felt blessed to have Dhruv as their cover. No one knew about her truth. For the next 2 years, things went well and one day, both Supriya and her girlfriend were killed in an accident. Dhruv did feel a loss for a while because Supriya was the only one who knew about Dhruv's love for Smriti.
Dhruv was alone. In spite of being married to Supriya, he was in love with Smirti. Days after his marriage, they accidentally bumped into each other at the grocery store near the nook. Their hearts did all the talking that was stored in the radio of their heart. She had come down to her hometown for somedays.
"I work in Mumbai. What about you?" she asked.
On hearing Mumbai, his heart danced like a baby.
"Same." He replied controlling his excitement.
She knew him from long before she understood it all.
"I know you're in Mumbai too. Let's meet up as soon as possible." She said and left.
His heart knew no bounds at all. A couple of days later, on the streets of Dadar, they were having vada-pav and cutting Chai for their breakfast. She had bought a home in Mumbai and they lived together in the same house. He lived in the guest room and she owned the master bedroom of the house. Nothing had changed. They were the same as they were during the college days.
They had found love once again. The love that they'd lost during their college days. They decided to start a new life with each other. They decorated the house, they no longer felt the need to talk and discuss things with their parents for they would never understand their love. They got married and lived happily. Dear destiny had already thought of ruining their lives.
Wait for me," she shouted...
"I won't wait." he yelled back and that's all he said. She turned back to see an over speeding car hit him, he flew in the air, fell with a thud on the ground. Blood gushed like water from his head and she went blank. Her world shattered in front of her. Yet, she gathered all her strength and ran to him, took him on her lap and called his name. "Dhruv, get up. You can't leave me like this. Dhruvvvvvv...!!!!!" Her hands, her clothes everything was soaked in his blood. Some good soul called for an ambulance and they took him away to the hospital. She was with him throughout. With some strength left, he clung to her hand as if to say that he wants to live.
She rushed to the hospital with all her strength.
"Doctor Singh, emergency." She said
"Doctor Batra, he's bleeding profusely. He needs immediate operation. Come, let's proceed." Doctor Singh replied.
At the operation theatre, she actually saw his soul leave his body unable to bear the pain, the wounds, the surgery. The accident had left his skull broken, brain injured, spinal cord displaced. Had he survived, he would be a burden he felt and that's why requested God to take him away. At the age of 50, he finally rested in peace. She finally fulfilled his dream by performing an operation on him.
When she became a doctor, the first thing he said was - "someday, perform an operation on me as well."
His words would keep ringing in her ears until she met him in heaven.
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