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|Love Beyond Death (standard:other, 1339 words)|
|Author: Nadeem Akhtar||Added: Sep 18 2001||Views/Reads: 1863/1092||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A story of an innocent love just at the threshold of death. She is left all alone after being shot by her husband but it had strange consequences.|
She was shot in the neck on the right side just below the chin. Thick red blood poured out like a fountain marking her critical condition. They rushed her to the hospital where her life was saved but the bullet had damaged her spinal cord, which resulted in the paralyses of all her body below the collarbone. She could hardly start speaking when she came back to her senses after remaining unconscious for almost two week but her body did not move at all. Her parents were informed but they did not give any heed to the heart rendering news. What they replied was in accordance to their tribal traditions that they had departed her forever at the time of her marriage. If they would ever accept her back, that would be in the form of dead body. Whatever had happened with her happened by the will of God and they would be none but damned ones if they are not contented in his will. Miseries never come alone and when they come, they make their victim alone so that he cannot be shielded against their deadly strike. It happened with her as she was left alone by all. The man who shot her was no one other than her own husband with whom she got married just two months ago. He left the home just after the incident and did not come into sight ever since. Nobody knew where he had gone. Her parents had turned heartless and refused to see her alive. She herself was unable to move even for a single step. All her world had been restricted to her bed, where she was lying and all her universe, to her hospital room. There was an immense darkness beyond the walls of the room, into which, even her thought could not travel. Doctors viewed the matter in detail and after a long series of different tests and reports concluded that she had very little chances of recovery from present condition rather that her remaining alive for long is almost impossible. Only a miracle can bring her back to life. In this dismal state of affairs, when all had lost hopes of her life, there was one who had refused to leave her alone at the mercy of cruel circumstances. He was the younger brother of her husband, a boy of thirteen who, in his overwhelming sincerity and innocence was not ready even to think for a while of her death. He was the only person who remained with her through all thick and thin. When she came back to her senses, he was standing, in tears, besides her bed. Her hardly uttered and half-broken words ensured him of her survival. Later stages of her treatment nourish a hope of her life in his heart. A small ray of light is sufficient to show the path when it is complete darkness all around. Soon he got, as much certain of her life as he was of his own. This certainty made him devote completely all the energies he possessed to attend her. He remained extremely concerned and watchful to the quality of her treatment by staying all the time in the hospital and taking great pains to improve her condition. In short, he did everything of which he was capable to get her better. He used to talk to her on her favorite topics, used to bring smile on her face with his innocent jokes and funny actions, and also used to wipe away her tears, of and on, whenever she had wept and he had to do it quite often. All the activities of his life were revolving around her and she too, had accepted him as her only object of attention. He had a burden on his heart for the crime his brother committed and the more he attended her the lesser this burden oppressed his heart. Though complete deliverance was not possible yet his services to her were a source of relief from his acquired guilty consciousness. Man often has to do a number of such acts as a compensation of those actions, which he has not at all committed. The reason is sometimes the satisfaction of one's heart and sometimes the inevitability of such an act due to the circumstances. It is also said that whatever crime is committed on this earth is repaid and counter-weighted by human beings though not necessarily by the person. Earth never keeps the blots of blood on its surface. Someone has to wash them up. So did he serve her and it had become all his life. She too, had developed a kind of dependence on him resulting in a strong emotional affiliation. He was the first person in her life who has given her hopes and dreams, full of life and colors, even in her catastrophic life. He entered in her world like an angel occupying the most sacred and pre-empted place in her heart. A dying man loves desperately as love blossoms more in fleeting things. She was dying and she made the pains of her death endurable with the pleasures of his innocent love. She shared her emotions with him, her thoughts and feelings, all about Click here to read the rest of this story (43 more lines)
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