Philophobia

TWENTY-NINTH I

The doctor had mentioned him to take her care in emotional ways as she had tolerated the heaviest impact on brain and he had smiled tiredly. He had smiled to confess that he was a failure or maybe as the first celebration to become father. It was ground reality that from the core of his heart Irtiza Hashim was the happiest man alive but he was afraid to admit that he was. He was scared that her affinity would dissolve his decisions in the air and he would never get them back. He would live with her for years to come and would never look back.

This occasion had approached them in strangest of the situations otherwise he would have acted all different and this 'different' would have meant life to her. Her ears would have sensed him saying with a playful smirk twitching his lips,

"You will make very good mother to my kids. Probably I have laid my eyes upon you only."

to which she would have replied,

"My children will get your upbringing and subtle jokes and spontaneous personality, the reason I have laid my eyes upon you only."

Nevertheless, he had decided to support her.

He had decided to lock his sufferings in his heart, to never let her see their grey shadows hovering over her happy times. He would share her pains, to the most of his capacity, and the secret vault of his heart would suppress his desires to spend time with her. He would endure her midnight cravings, her sleepless months, her agitated attitude but the real and afraid Irtiza Hashim will never let her reach the level of his madness.

Closing his fatigued eyes Irtiza had decided to tell doctor about his plans by the time; the plans of not breaking this news to Sataish.

He wanted to see the colours on her face spreading, for the last time!

...

"You will never know how miserable you have made me." Tracing soft meaningless pattern on her palm he said.

"It was hard, very hard, to actually count every moment passing and taking its toll on each inch of my body." A lone tear slipped from his irritating eyelashes and he sighed.

It took him a moment to compose himself as he said lowly with authority in his voice,

"Open your eyes, Sataish. I am exhausted."

The news channels reported the increase in country's economic growth, better exports and less imports when she trembled a little.

Craziness sparkled in his eyes after a day that meant gazillion years and he laughed. It seemed as if the thick clouds parted finally and a weak bud of hope absorbed pale sunlight!

Her heavy eyes tried to locate the surroundings and he bent on her forehead.

Solace swam through her body.

She had the ability to recognize him in the crowd of millions.

And she did.

And the blurred images started clearing.

And she lost her patience.

"I will never drive alone again. We will die together." She hysterically said while getting up and, without caring about the pain of needle in her nerve, hugged him. 

The transparent string with suffocated bubbles of fluid wrapped them together and he released a loud excited chuckle amidst the tears in his eyes. Reciprocating her gesture he placed her on the bed and her tensed expressions due to immense pain relaxed.

"Okay, here goes our first swearing to live and die together. We have qualified as a couple." He said in his husky voice as his fingers combed her hair and she closed her eyes.