Miss Introvert? [COMPLETED ✔]

CHAPTER 46

[DARSHAN]

{After 5 years}

It had been 5 fucking years since we last saw or talked with her. It is not that we didn't try to find her but we never found her. Everything had changed within these 5 years. I and Prak were thinking to tie knots. But all these years, I just yearned for her presence. I needed her the most. I had achieved my dreams and am still on the success path while Prak had achieved her dreams of owning a boutique . We had everything yet the most beautiful part was lacking. "D... Am I looking good in this?", Prak asked confused as usual. "The best!", I said with a smile and rolling off my eyes. "Should we go now?.. It is too late... we will miss the party, girl!!!", I grunted. "Yeah... let's go!", she said clutching onto her handbag. That night was different. The busy rustling sounds of the Mumbai Traffic were calmed down... The dust and smokes of the industries were settled...The stars didn't hide that night... The moon was just fascinating.... Everything was just perfect!

Once we entered the hall, we were surrounded by the media. Thousands of questions with the same answers! Just after the media left, I was surrounded by some uncles probably in their mid-ages while Prak was caught up by the mid-aged aunties! It is just so boring to initiate conversations with persons twice as old as you. I just wanted to rush home as fast as I could! Escaping the mid-aged gentlemen, I neared Prak. "Should we leave?", I asked in a subdued tone with frustrated voice. "Trust me... I am twice as bored as you", she said sighing and we managed not to chuckle only to ruin our impressive image.

Taking out the car from the parking we were heading home. Everything was just perfect and just then BOOM! A bike probably at a speed of 80-90 km/s was passing by and I guess... the rider was unable to apply brakes immediately. The bike just escaped us but hit with the tree nearby. I and Prak were hell scared. We neared the biker as the road was completely silent.... no one around... The biker's face was covered with blood making the face of the biker very unclear... But it was clearly understandable that the biker was a girl... blood continuously oozed out of her hands, legs and heads. I immediately called the ambulance and in the next few moments we were in the cold corridors of the hospital. Completing all the formalities with the police officer, we engaged ourselves with the doctors. "Well... this girl lands up here nearly every month with a new accident", the white-coated doctor said. "Oh..." , that was all came out of my mind making me relieved that I was not the real culprit. "But this time... it is serious", he said again. Something heavy dropped inside my stomach. I could feel my heart banging against my chest as if they were in an attempt to break it. Shrugging off all the feelings, I asked, "What is her name?" "Aditi Verma.... I guess.... This is the name recorded in our records", he said and my head jerked up. Was it her? Was it that girl whom I was searching? And if she is... then how cruel destiny is to have met us in such a way? I could feel myself at the verge of breaking down.... yet in doubt. I could feel my heart fluttering and shuddering.... yet not convinced completely. I could feel myself shattering... yet holding myself back... I could feel thousands of emotions... yet all numb.

I looked through the small glass pane of the OT where she was being operated. She was laid there... she looked lifeless... An oxygen mask over her mouth, covered with a clean green bedsheet and doctors operating on her all around. A number of tubes ran through her and the sphygmomanometer kept beeping, making sure that she is alive. Prak had already gone home for she required rest. I make a sincere prayer to god... Please save her! She was already broken... now not more!!!!