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Tuesday, 28 October 2014

An Ugly Love Story, by HAC. Chapter-9

It wasn’t easy for both of them to live life that way. Arjun’s family loved him, but his own family forced him to leave them alone. The only justification they gave him was- Think of your sister, who will marry her? He was emotionally forced to leave the house, just because society didn’t want him to live with normal people.

He left his hometown and boarded the train that led him to Ruhi. He lied to Ruhi that he was just coming for a single day. And on the other end, Ruhi’s family too wanted to get rid of her somehow. They loved her, but the society created a veil between them. The best they could do was, leave her in some hospital of some country to die. However, Ruhi refused and wanted to spend the rest of the time in her hometown.

Arjun saw the hesitation in her parent’s eyes and proposed to marry her right away and take her away from them. They gave it a thought and apparently agreed. Both Ruhi’s and Arjun’s families were HIV free now. It was unbelievable how quickly they cut them off from themselves.

He had already called his grandmother that he would be coming to Shimla. His grandmother was happy. She accepted him happily and when Ruhi’s family accepted Arjun’s proposal, the luggage on the way to Shimla doubled.

They settled down with low morals, on high peaks, colorless, and somewhere between snows. He opened a coffee shop of his own and they both helped each other in the venture. They had employed just one person, and they both contributed in preparing and serving coffee. They were happy.

Ruhi’s condition got worse and she stopped going there. Her immune system was badly disturbed by the HIV virus and AIDS resided in her. Most of her time was spent in bed and hospital.

That night, Arjun reached home and found her on terrace. She was lying lifeless. He took her to the hospital. Her body was tired of diseases and wanted to give up. She was admitted to the nearest hospital and was treated by two doctors at a time. But destiny had its preferences.

The life of Ruhi was getting unstitched by her body inside the ICU and her family was waiting for the news outside. A nurse finally came out and handled him a paper slip. Few medicines were listed on it. “Can you bring them?” She asked him.

He nodded and tried to read the names. He folded the slip and kept it inside his pocket. As he started to walk away, a tiny hand held his denim. “Can I come along papa?” A little pearl-beautiful baby was standing right next to him. Her eyes were big and black, just like Ruhi’s eyes. She was wearing a red frock with white hearts all over it.

He sat down on his knees, “Stay with your Big mumma, Daddy will be back soon.”

“But I want the panda ride,” She said innocently.

He smiled and scooped the little lady into his arms and made her sit on his shoulders. “Here comes the panda,” He laughed.

“Papa, Why we have to come hospital every week?” She asked and put her hand in his hair.

“Because Doctor Uncle loves Sukoon so much that’s why they call Sukoon’s papa every week and ask him to bring her to the hospital.”

Sukoon was Ruhi’s and Arjun’s daughter. No, they did not make out again; it is just that the pill she took that day decided not to work. In those months’, she was so disturbed by the HIV disease that no one realized that she missed her periods. They were pregnant with a baby and as soon as they realized it, Ruhi was taken to the hospital and all the precautions were taken to keep the baby safe from HIV.

Sukoon was born after five more months and it was the most beautiful day for Ruhi and Arjun. Ruhi was dying but Arjun had to live with the last living memory of Ruhi; Sukoon. It was the hardest thing for him and he was trying to accept that as soon as possible. They named her Sukoon because she was the ultimate peace to them. Before her, it was almost impossible to sleep at nights, but after her birth, every night they slept together in peace.

They reached the chemists shop and bought the medicines.  Sukoon  was feeling hungry, so he bought her a fruit cake and Frooti. Frooti was her favorite drink. His cellphone rang when he was paying the shopkeeper. He picked the call; it was from his grandmother.

“What happened Grand maa?”


“Doctor needs you here,” She sobbed.



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