The Past...

An 8 year old girl huddled to herself in fierce cold..

Her mind in revolt.

How dare he treat me like that...and why on earth he called her a cheater...!

She felt rage smoulder within her...Indeed she had lost her parents ...but still she had her Badimaa ..and they surely hadn't come begging at his doorstep...!!

Her head throbbed on one side and she put up her hand to rub the part which hurt when he yanked and twirled her braided thick hair...it had been her pride...she had the thick black hair well down to her hip and her badimaa was too fond of them too...

But ...today...

Today he had used her pride to pain her ...I hate him...I hate him..

As her thoughts raced she rubbed her head fiercely...forgetting the strands getting tangled...

He looked at the black night from his balcony...his eyes blazing..

How dare she go against him in his own house.And it served her right that she got the pain...well she never was mad at him as she was today...his mind tried to calm him...and he ruefully acknowledged the truth...

But then...today...for the first time..

His heart wrenched in pain...he tried to be rebellious against the feeling...but failed...

He never forgave his mother for leaving his father..

And he had no idea that it would hurt him this much when he felt her hand strike his face..

All because of her...

She need to cry...his hand went up to his left cheek where Meenakshi striked...and for a second he became numb feeling the wetness of his tears,...how could he cry?!

She made him do that ...he thought with hatred...and I hate her more...I hate her...I hate her..

Later in the night he walked to the field...

She lay curled up...freezing out in the makeshift farm rest...he looked at her with contempt and scooped her in his arms...his arms went cold at the touch of her skin...and with difficulty and lack of grace a 13 year old boy could afford , he walked to the home...carrying her..

She huddled to him in search of warmth...wanting more...

"I hate you..."

He heard her mumble and without any surprise replied softly..

Me tooo..

The PRESENT..

The dream...that dream...

She woke up with a start...how could a dream be so crystal clear.?...um...not completely but it jolted her emotions..

She remembered the night when she first dreamt of him....

The snow flecks were lodged in his long hair...even though his face was not clear in her dream she could feel the steel of his jaw...as if she trailed her fingers across them...

His fingers had buried themselves in her long hair ...as he brushed his lips on her cheeks...

Every sense seemed to be intense and ... perfect..!

She had woken up with her whole body sweating and upon reflex her hands had gone to her hair...

And she had sighed in relief...it was not her...not her at all...

How could that girl be her?!! Never..

Because she doesn't have a long hair...she smiled wryly...as she passed her fingers through her closely cropped hair...

Yes it was okay for her to dream...after all she was seventeen...but the fact that she was being targeted by a specific dream amidst the great shock of her life was disconcerting...

The FUTURE..

She was still having her dream..

But it had become more misty and clouded...

She tried to ward of the mist ...but her hands were unrelenting...

She was gasping...chasing her dream...and then with an upsurge...she woke up...!!!

"Thank God ..."

She heard an unfamiliar voice beside her bed as she slowly opened her eyes to the brightness of the room...

"Doctor...Mrs.Rajvansh is conscious..."

The same voice...where was she...her eyes strained against the light...but she had to know..

One sweeping glance around was enough to locate herself...

She was in hospital???

How...? Why??? She was supposed to meet Abir after her class...then why she is here..?

The pain in her head was splitting her head ...as she gathered more strength to inspect herself...

But the sight was not welcoming...she had an arm sling with plastered arm secured in it...

Her left side pained terribly...

"Mrs.Rajvansh..!" A man in white coat rushed in ...with evident relief...the Doctor...she assumed.and what's with Mrs.Rajvansh..she was happy to be that ..but he haven't proposed yet..They did decide to wait some more...
A smile crept her lips ....

Then her eyes went still...when they spotted the man who followed him...He had placed himself at the door...and everything faded away ...only the yearning to close the distance burned her heart and soul...

Abir....her soul called out...why was he standing there...why he is not taking me in his arms and soothing me as he always did...it was then she saw the bundle in his hands...

"Mrs Rajvansh.."Doctor called her seeking her attention...

"We are very much relieved that you are stable now...though you have some serious injuries ...you are fine...and erm..."

He looked at Abir who was standing still at the door. and with a sigh continued.

"We are very sorry Mrs Rajvansh ...We could not save your husband...but your baby...she is safe and sound...though a bit premature she is doing well..."

Mishti blinked her eyes...she felt like giggling...was the doctor kidding...

Abir was here ...in front of her eyes...and if she is Mrs Rajvansh...then Mr.Rajvansh is none other than Abir...!!!

And did he say baby... Her heart swelled...and the pain shoot up in her head...

But how? When did they get married...and baby??

"Doctor ..yeh..."she opened her dried mouth and started...but gulped in shock when she heard what the doctor said next...

"When he was wheeled in Mr.Kunal Rajvansh was unconscious ...we tried our best ...but ...then.if it brings you any comfort....just before he slipped ...he said ...I love you...We are very sorry for your loss"

Horror engulfed her as she stared at the mute figure standing by the door..

KUNAL.!!! Baby..??

What the hell..!!??

She was Mrs.Kunal Rajvansh...??

Why would Kunal say that...that he loved her??!!

She was wrapped in the mist again...an infectious laugh ringing in her ears...Kunal.

Kunal...no more...

Fun...no more...

Friend...no more...

Brother...no more...

Kuhu...no more...

Abir...no more...

The Past .....

The Present .....and

The Future

NB:
Many have expressed reservations on the future part of the prologue...and I would like to request you to give a chance to this story.

An abstract of past present and future are depicted here..

Not necessarily the outcome as the story is ongoing..... developing organically..

Do Comment and let me know how you like it.

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