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Karan’s POV
I started walking home lost in my thoughts. Doctor Abha’s words were ringing in my ears, “All of this happened because of you! If you hadn’t given her so much stress, nothing like this would have happened!” I took out my phone and dialled Naina’s number just to apologize to her. I was crossing a road and didn’t look left or right before crossing. Suddenly, I saw a car coming towards me and before I knew it, I was lying in a pool of blood. I fell unconscious.
Naina’s POV
I was at office when I received a call on my phone.
I picked up the phone to receive a shock, “Ma’am, are you related to Mr Karan? If you are, please come to Apollo Hospital, Mr Karan’s been in an accident. You’re the last dialled number so I thought I should call you.”
I murmered a thank you and ran out of office. I drove to Apollo Hospital and was told that Karan was in the operation theatre. I looked at him from the small window and my eyes were filled with tears. Karan was lying on the bed, an oxygen mask was placed on him, he had lost a lot of blood.
The doctor came outside and said, “Miss, we’re not sure if we can save him or not. He has lost a lot of blood and our blood bank doesn’t have his type of blood!”
I mustered the courage to ask, “Which type of blood?”
He replied, “O Negative!”
I smiled through my tears, Khyati, Pankti and I had the same type of blood! I quickly donated blood and called Khyati and Pankti to the hospital. Convincing Pankti to donate blood was difficult but when I mentioned that I still loved him, she agreed!
The next three hours were very painful. Finally, the doctor said that I could meet Karan.
The doctor stepped out of the room after three hours and his reply shocked me, “I’m sorry, Miss, but I can’t say anything now. We’ll keep him in observation for forty eight hours but if there is no improvement, I’m sorry.”
Jaane nahin denge tujhe
We won’t let you go
Jaane tujhe denge nahin
We won’t let you go
Chahe tujh ko rab bula le
Even if God calls you
Hum na rab se darne waale
We won’t be scared of God
Raahon mein dat ke khade hain hum
I am standing in his path
I was ready to do anything that I could for him, but I was so helpless! There was nothing I could do while he was suffering in pain! I knew that he was suffering and I was broken into a million pieces! I had never understood the concept of taking someone else’s pain on myself but when I saw my Karan in pain, I knew that I wanted to go through his share of pain. I couldn’t see him in pain! He had hurt me a lot but this was not how I wanted to punish him! I loved him!
Mujh se nazrein chura le
To try to look away from me
Chahe jitna dum laage le
No matter how much you try that
Jaane na tujh ko aaise denge hum
I won’t let you go like this
Jaane na tujh ko aise denge hum
I won’t let you go
Jaane tujhe denge nahin
I won’t let you go
The hardest part of watching someone you love go through pain is that you’re reminded of exactly how helpless love can make you feel. Love takes away your logic and your composure and your power and your rationality. I was just left with feelings, pain, worry, care! I landed on the floor with a thud, Khyati and Pankti tried to console me but it didn’t help. Seeing him in pain, broke my heart into a million pieces.
Do kadam ka yeh safar hai
This journey is of two steps
Umar choti si dagar hai
Life is a small hill
Ek kadam mein ladkhadaya kyun
Why did you fall on the first step
Beetengi sab gham ki raatein
All the nights of sorrow will pass away
It’s hard to accept the powerlessness that love brings us. It’s hard to accept the hurt and the helplessness and the endless worry. It’s hard to watch someone you love suffer. I walked into Karan’s room and burst into tears when I saw his face. His face reflected pain and agony. I sat down on the chair next to his bed, I knew that I would have to remain strong for him! I held his hand and caressed his hair.
I whispered, “Karan! What happened to you? Where is my Karan? I’m sorry! Please come back, Karan! I can’t lose you the way, I lost her! Please don’t make us suffer! I love you, Karan! I really do!” I closed my eyes and the moment when I lost her started flashing before my eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~
Naina: “Doctor, what happened? Why am I here?”
Doctor: “I’m sorry Mrs. Naina! I couldn’t save her!”
Naina: “I can’t lose her. I can’t-!”
Doctor: “Mrs Naina, please! Control yourself or you’ll…!”
Naina: “This is all because of you, Karan! All because of you!”
Meghna and Doctor Abha leave and close the door so that Naina can’t hear their conversation but Naina hears it.
Meghna: “Doctor, how did all of this happen?”
Doctor: “Mrs. Meghna, the brain releases several hormones — including one called corticotropin-releasing hormone (CRH). CRH is a hormone the brain secretes in reaction to physical or emotional stress, and it is also produced in the placenta and the uterus of a pregnant woman to trigger uterine contractions during delivery. CRH and other stress hormones may also be released elsewhere in the body, where it specifically targets localized mast cells — those best known for causing allergic reactions. Mast cells are abundant in the uterus. During stress, the local release of CRH causes these mast cells to secrete substances that can cause miscarriages. Mrs. Chauhan was supposed to deliver twins, she’s lost one child. She hasn’t lost the other child!”
Naina breaks down but consoles herself because she can’t risk her other child’s life.
~~~~~~~~~~End of Flashback~~~~~~~~~~