《I AM YOURS....ALWAYS❤ (completed)》Why her..again?
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Police took her away..
"Haha! Mei haar kar bhi jeet gyi kyunki ishaani tu toh khud se haar gyi.." she left with police laughing like a evil..
What does she mean by that!?
Dev came and hugged me tightly..
Tears were flowing through my eyes..
Reason!? Mujhe bhi nhi pta..shayad yeh ki uss aurat ko kabhi mei maa kehti hai..
I was in his arms, when a strong pain shoot my body and my head started spinning..
"Dev.." I whispered before blacking out..
"Dev.." she whispered but didn't say further..
I looked towards her to find her...
Unconscious!?
"Ishu!!" I called her by tapping on her cheeks..
What happened to her?
ishaani tu toh khud se haar gyi..
I remembered that bitch's words..
What does she mean by that!?
Ohh no...
"Koi paani laayo.." I shouted
I sprinkle the water but nothing happened
"Jaan!! Utho!!" I called her
"Oh my God! Bhabhi ko toh saanp ne kaant liya hai.." Sanjh exclaimed pointing towards Ishaani's leg...
I looked there and see marks of snake bite near her foot..
"Shit! Fast..call the ambulance.." I shouted
I took her in arms and laid her on the sofa.. I sat near her feet and started sucking the part where the marks were to remove some poison..
"Beta! Mat kar aisa..Teri body mei bhi zehar chala jaayega aise.." Dad said
"Nhi dad..abhi ishu ko bachana hai..ambulance?" I asked breathing heavily
"Ambulance will be here in 10 minutes" rishabh said..
I started rubbing her hands and legs as her body was getting cold
"Khuch nhi hoga tumhe precious.. khuch nhi" I said
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"Sorry! Mr.Kapoor..we can't say anything..her body is already turn blue which signifies that poison has spread all through out her body..and in such cases it's rare that the patient is fine..I mean-" doctor said
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"CHECK HER UP! DO THE TREATMENT AND THEN CONCLUDE..NOTHING WILL HAPPEN TO MY ISHAANI..GOT THAT?" I roared
"Calm down Mr.Kapoor..please maintain the decorum..we are doing the treatment" doctor said
"DO THE HELL WITH YOUR SO CALLED DECORUM..I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING.. I WANT MY ISHAANI ALIVE AT ANY COST..you can take as much money you want..do whatever treatment she need but save her" last part came as a whisper as tears well up in my eyes..
I am tired..tired seeing my ishaani in pain..why God? Why? Why her? Last time that accident..she was in COMA for 6 months.. and now this..
Why her..again?
Can't you give the pain to me..
They take her to the ICU and I stand there near the unit's room door silently crying..
I was looking at my ishu through the glass window..
"Ab chup kyu ho jaan..subah tak sab kitna acha tha..hum sab saath mei has rhe hai..lekin..lekin ek pal mei sab khuch badal gya.. Jaan mere liye na sahi apne dadda ke liye theek ho jaayo..please!"
I looked towards everyone with teary eyes to see everyone in same state but papa..
He was sitting like a rock on the chair..his face was avoid of any emotion but tears were not stopping..
I moved towards him and sat in front of him on my knees..
"Papa!" I called him and wiped his tears
"Don't cry! Ishu ko Acha nhi lagega..usko na khuch nhi hoga..aapki beti ko hume pareshan karne mei maza aata hai..tension mat lijiye woh abhi uth jayegi" I don't know I was consoling him or myself
"Yeh sab meri galti hai.. mujhe pehle ishu ko uss aurat ke saath bhejna hi nhi tha" he said angry on himself
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"Isme aapki koi bhi galti nhi hai papa..jiski galti thi woh apni deserving jagah par hai aur usse kadi se kadi saza milegi" I said
He nodded but I know he is still feeling guilty inside
"I know papa you are still feeling guilty..lekin isme aapki koi galti nhi hai..Sach mei..aur aap hi batao ishu ko Acha lagega aap uske samne aise muh latka ke jaaoge.." I said and he looked at me..I smiled at him which he reciprocated..
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"Mr.Kapoor!!" Doctor called me
"Yes doctor.."
"Filhaal toh mei khuch keh nhi sakta lekin patient ko agle 1 ghante mei hosh aa jaana chahiye otherwise we are sorry.."
"The poison has spread all through out her body.. and it was there in her body more the time it should be..we have done our best treating her and removed almost all the poison but now all it depends on how her body reacts.."
Doctor informed me..
I stood there still...processing all things..
"Can..we..we meet her?" I managed to ask
"Yea..you can visit her but one person at one time..her body is still under pressure.."
"Ok doctor"
Kyu hota hai hamari ishu ke saath aisa?
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