Fan Fiction: A Jealous Rage! Chapter Forty Five

                                                                      Chapter  Forty Five

 

   

Vakratunda Mahakaaya
Suryakoti Samaprabha
Nirvighnam Kuru Mey Deva
Sarva Kaaryeshu Sarvada

  

 

 



"Your life is mine, it's mine to keep don't you ever forget it"

In a possession of love, a pro-found declaration was made by an obsessive husband to his wife, “your life is mine, it’s mine to keep don’t you ever forget it.”

Like a beautiful goddess she came dressed in her bridal finery the color of pure red, richly woven to a designer’s perfection, she was bejeweled in a masterpiece of diamonds, rubies and emeralds walking genteel steps towards him with grace and elegance. Her beautiful eyes lowered in refined dignity as she came to him to become his Queen. Underneath their controlled exterior he was in nervous tension and she was in twisted knots.  Their silence, their innocence didn't matter all that mattered they were right here fulfilling a promise in marriage, amongst their families and friends and so she welcomed him in the Jai Mala ceremony and he dutifully reciprocated her welcome by placing an identical garland of flowers to his, around her neck. 

 

 

 

 

There was cheering with claps of happiness, smiles all around as their loved ones wished the bridal couple good luck.  Their highnesses entered the beautifully decorated mandap stringed in fresh flowers as they sat seated down on the floor with their leg folded humbling themselves before god and ready for the enlightened punditji to begin chanting of the sacred scriptures of holy matrimony.

Om bhadram karnebhih srinuyaama devaa, bhadram pashye-maakshabhir-yajatrah. Sthirai-rangais-tush tu waam, sastanu bhirvya shemahi deva-hitam yadaayuh.
Om swasti na indro vriddha-srawaah, swasti na pooshaa vishwa-vedaah. Swasti nas-taark-shyo arishta-nemih, swasti no brihas-patir dadhaatu.

 

and In a secured knot tied to each other, bounded by their kin, they took the seven scared steps circumventing the holy flame.  He annotated her with sindoor leaving his lifelong trademark on her as he showered her with his blessings upon her for Happiness, Prosperity and a very Long life.

Om Mangalam Bhagwaan Vishnur, Mangalam Garuda Dhwajah. Mangalam Pundaree Kaaksham, Mangalaaya tano Harih

 

And with these holy chants he fastened the sacred Mangal Sutra around her neck making her a complete married woman, his woman for life.

 

Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti Om

 

 

For them this was a comprised marriage, what they didn’t know at that time they were destined for each other in a soulful union matched to each other when life didn't even begin.  On their blessed day heaven's doors opened showering its richest blessings upon them and in time they learnt to become each other’s best friend and one day love formed, their innocence was lost to each other in candle light of flame as two bodies joined and became one and then love turned into possession, it turned into ownership that had the makings of A Jealous Rage!  

So I ask myself when we lived our lives, we lived in their dreams and made it our own, when we witnessed their lovers fights, their lover’s makeup, their lovers jokes, their lovers laugh, their lover’s care, their lover’s love, how did we ever find ourselves right here, right this moment facing the throes of death?  Our beautiful pregnant goddess lying flat on the bed under the glaring lights surrounded by a medical team of doctors fighting to save her life, for deeply embedded in her was a gunshot wound that was horrific to our hearts.  In stunned hopelessness and with an over flow of tears our hearts broke as we witnessed the obsessive possessive husband fallen in grace watching the love of his life slip away from him.  Right now he had no control over her because she forgot his very command " your life is mine, it’s mine to keep, don’t you ever forget it".   Her eyes were closed to our world while her lifeline drew to a close. How could you forget Priya, how could you forget your lover’s command?

In the final analysis of life its simple we are here born to die, the concluding question would be, what did we offer life. For hanging in the balance of life Mr Death casually stands under darkened shadows bidding his time staking out his claim and when he’s ready to knock on our door, we innocently open without guard.  He glares at us directly in the face stating with finality your time is up.  Most times we get such a fright that we crumple right there and then, but then there are times we are ready to glare right back and fight.  You think you can frighten me Mr Death think again you horrible piece of work I’m not ready to give up, so get out of my sight you lazy scumbag.

So Mr Death say’s, ok your highness  guess I caught you at a bad time, no hassles have your moment I’ll be back hahahahahaha and so Mr death walked off  laughing his way back to his hidden corner in the shadows, his most favorite place  to chill.  He adjusted the belt of his long black trench coat loosely around his waist while he lowered his black hat hiding the sides of his face further.  Leaning against the black ornate fence with his one leg resting against the wrought iron, he took out a pack of his favorite branded cigarettes lighting up a smoke.  So you want to act all strong and brave, do you? Well let’s see what happens highness?  He couldn’t stop laughing as he puffed away casually with the cigarette butt between his sarcastic lips blowing smoke into thin air, hmmmmmm you stupid dimwit I’ll be back, that’s my right not yours hahahahahaha he laughed.

A stillness washed over Mumbai, the air was gripped in grief that was tragic indeed. The shock, the anguish, the anger, the fear, the sadness, all these were emotions that told a tragedy that should never have happened.   As the world waited for more news; right here, right now a lifeline had reached the end of its line.  In the emergency room of the Seven Hills Hospital the medical team fought flat out to revive its highly profiled patient.  Dr Anrudha Mehta one of India’s renowned, Obstetrician/Gynecologist refused to believe that Priya Kapoor her patient was dead.   She tried till she could try no more the anxiety , the tension had no place in her right now, only she knew she had to go on because she was driven by a need to fight for this life. So she went on and on, don’t you dare give up Priya, come on fight she shouted at her.  Pressing down upon her heart she counted one, two, three, four, five  while she pumped the heart with the balls of her wrist. Not satisfied she took the defibrillator  to send electric shock to the heart.  Stand back she yelled and counted one, two, three  clear launching the electric heart device, hoping the pre-set voltage would trigger a pulse with the shock, Priya’s lifeless sari clad body jumped of the bed like a rag doll but still she remained unresponsive, I’m not letting you die, you hear me.   This is not happening come on Priya come on sweetheart show us how strong you are, fight Priya , fight this damn it she yelled at her but the stubborn green line did not budge it continued to beep a flat green line.  The sickening sound of death final, this precious life was over, what a tragic end to a beautiful heart while silence of de-feat washed over the entire medical team. 

Ram Kapoor stood against the cold hardened wall inside the emergency room, the clinical smell of the room hitting his nostrils as the severity of where they were a constant reminder of his ordeal.  His eyes shut, squeezing them tight he couldn’t bear to see his Priya being shocked for her life, his life.  Unknowingly of the tragedy ahead he had clearly warned her this morning your life is mine, its mine to keep, don’t you ever forget it.  How could you forget Priya, How could you forget the most important rule, you are mine, mine to keep. Praying with all of his being he pleaded to god that by the time he opened his eyes his Priya would be perfectly fine and that they would continue to live the beautiful life that they had together.   Maybe this was just a bad dream, yes, yes he was right it was a bad, bad dream because he felt her right here with him they were lying in their bed she safely cocooned in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder while he held her close to his heart.

 But this tightening in his chest wasn't going away the pain ripping through him burning his heart into balls of flame.  With his fisted hand he clutched his chest between his breast bone, his throat was parched, his airwaves was blocked restricting his breathing.  Feeling the rapid quickening of his heat beat with each severe knock hammering against his chest wall, reminding him of his precious heart lying here in this emergency room on this hospital bed with no beat in her heart, his heart which she was ripping apart.   

 You can’t do this to us he sobbed as he fell to his knees, a fallen man.

Vikram’s heart broke for his friend, no not his friend, his brother for he was the Laxman to this Ram how could he ever bear to see his Ram suffering like this?  He was hurting so much for Ram and he cried for their Priya, for their Sita, tears flowing down uncontrollably.   Right next to this brother of his heart he comforted him the only way he could, with his hand on his shoulder he took this big warm hearted man into his embrace while they both cried in their pain.  But around the bed a different turn of events was taking place, the doctors shouted we found a pulse, we got a pulse oh my god, oh my god she’s coming around , she’s coming around quick, quick they shouted as the greens lines on the heart machine moved in its jagged line  across the heart machine.  They worked speedily to get to the bullet and the next moment all that could be heard was an emergency wheeling of the bed with machines attached whizzing past a shocked Ram and Vikram, the medical staff hitting the double doors racing it’s patient into the operating theatre.  

Oh my god what just happened, Vikram helped a weakened Ram up from his crouched position oh my god there was still hope, she was alive.  They walked out into the passage to find themselves surrounded by grief stricken family members and on seeing Ram there was an over wrought of emotions that couldn’t be controlled.  Recovering herself Neha found the  strength to take control over the situation urging everyone to keep calm and let Ram have some space.   Neha's eyes clashed with Vikram sending a hidden message of support for him, while Vikram led Ram to a seat as they both sat together in waiting and waiting, not a word spoken just silence and prayers.

Three anguished hours later Ram’s mind shut down, his heart skipped a beat while a shiver ran down his spine, his ears catching the sounds of feet walking through the hospital corridor heading straight towards him.  Was this a sound of death, was this a sound of life , the three doctors walked in silence their eyes lowered, shoulders hunched by a stressful tension.  They approached the grief strickened husband every heart stopped in silence, all eyes focused without even a blink as the families joined the closest hands of comfort.

Ram woke up from his seat a bit unsteady on his feet,  a questioning eagerness of hope while he addressed his wife’s doctor, is my Priya ok  he asked please tell me doctor that she’s fine that everything is fine with both my wife and baby.  He took gasping breaths mixed with choked emotion ready to come apart but trying hard to stay in control.  Dr Mehta's heart was breaking in heaviness no matter how many times she witnessed death in the face, it hurt like the very first time.  She was crestfallen but was duty bound to be dignified and compassionate to the loved ones, as she chose her words carefully.  We are so sorry Mr Kapoor we tried everything possible but we couldn’t save your baby, your wife had severe complications due to internal bleeding and the baby could not survive the trauma it was strangled within the umbilical cord.  Ram's body went into shock stillness his hand touched his face what was coming next?  Your wife is in ICU on life support fighting for her life we managed to remove the bullet but there was lots of damage in her muscle area around her heart there is a possibility that she may not make it.  Shocked sobs echoed around but the husband didn’t even breathe all he could see was the doctors mouth moving as she said the next 24hours is extremely crucial, its only prayers that can help right now.

When a mother saw the pain of her child and she couldn't do a think to help, it hurt the most for a mother’s love was always the most comforting place to turn too and right now Krishnaj Kapoor took her eldest born into her arms and hugged him wanting to protect him from all this hurt.  He hugged her right back for his mother’s comfort was all that he needed right now while his world came crashing down upon him from a dizzy height.  I’m sorry beta, I’m so sorry she cried with her son for their Priya  who was fighting for her life, for their lost treasure the heir to carry forward the Kapoor history into the next generation.  A few minutes later Ram took control of himself taking a deep breath he took his already crumbled handkerchief  and wiped his eyes.   He turned to the doctor as the Ram Kapoor in control and asked what baby did we have?  She lowered her eyes to the ground, it was a little boy Mr Kapoor.  He nodded his head sniffling his nose, in silence he sat down again resting the back of his head against the chair rest, his eyes closed shutting the world around him.
 
While in a place of Mumbai a lover played this song on re-peat longing for his forbidden love.
 

Do pal ki thi, ye dilon ki daastaan

This story of hearts lasted only a few moments,
Aur phir, chal diye, tum kahaan, ham kahaan

and then where did you go, and where did I?

Aur phir chal diye, tum kahaan, ham kahaan

 

Dr Mehta took a deep sigh and went to sit next to Ram, placing her hand on his she said Mr Kapoor I can not express to you how very sorry I am for what you going through right now and I know this is not the ideal time to discuss this but the hospital is being hounded by the press wanting some sort of a statement.  The decision is left entirely up to you whether we go ahead, I know you have your own public relations people so before we act we are asking you first, do we go ahead and hold a brief press conference?  Off course we don’t expect you to be there and trust me we will say as little as possible, our patient confidentiality is always at the forefront.  Not bothering to open his eyes he nodded his head in agreement, the doctor squeezed his hand in re-assurance I won’t give up so easily Mr Kapoor.   He appreciated her words for he knew she was talking about his Priya before she woke up to leave, he asked Doctor can I see my baby?  The Doctor looked at him with sympathy and said when you ready to do this I will take you to see your baby. He nodded his head and my wife am I allowed to see her.  It's a bit too soon for that Mr Kapoor maybe in a few hours.  He nodded his head again as the doctor gave him a reassuring smile and headed back to the management office.

 Ram spoke to Vikram I need some air.  Ok Ram sure no problem we can go right now.  Ram shook his head no Vikram I need to be alone. I just need some time please and he woke up as Vikram looked at him in despair, taking his phone he called Ram's driver Shankar and said meet Mr Kapoor at the back entrance of the hospital, he also called Ram’s head of security to ensure that they never left his side.  The family raised concerns about Ram being left on his own and Vikam said let’s give him the space that he needs.

Ram got into the back seat of his luxurious vehicle and instructed Shankar to drive, where they were heading he didn’t know all he knew he needed to get out of this death forsaken place, drive Shankar, just drive till I tell you to stop.
 

Tum the ke thi koyi ujli kiran

Was that actually you, or was it a ray of light?
Tum the ya koyi kali muskaayi thi

Was that actually you, or was it a smiling flowerbud?
Tum the ya koyi kali muskaayi

was that you, or was it the rain of dreams?........

 

 

 

The night sky in Mumbai felt beaten, Its morning was filled in so much love, its day was tainted in blood, its early evening was hanging in the balance of life and its night opened its doors to death, what would tomorrow bring?
 
They had so many plans together for their baby who was created out of love for each other, theirs was a union so blessed, but here he was mourning the loss of his son, a dead son that he didn't even have the courage to face while his wife was fighting for her life in ICU.  He had all the money in the world to make things happen by his will,  God knew he was a wealthy man but right now he felt like the poorest man in the world.  Where did he hear that before, with all the money in the world I could not save my wife and then he remembered his conversation with Sheikh Mohammad Bin Hussain Al Khalifa in Dubai when he shared his sorrow about losing his beloved wife of over fifty years to breast cancer and how their lives changed when they least expected it too.  Right now Ram thought what was there in his money when his unborn son was dead and his wife was fighting to live , so what did that I tell us about money, not even money or wealth can save us from death. Lost in his thought Ram Looked out the window and saw them passing a beautiful ornate church.  Something urged him to stop, Shankar please stop the car.  They stopped outside the beautiful church of St John also called the Afghan church built by the British in memory of their soldiers killed in the first Afghan war in the year 1838.

 

  

What did Ram Kapoor know about churches, only what he’d seen inside a few times when he attended weddings or a funeral, but did he know anything else apart from that.  He walked into the enormous church, it’s tall arched pillars adding a dramatic touch to it. While right in front high up was a beautiful stained glass window that formed the backdrop for the altar.   There was quite solitude of peace that made him sit at one of the back rows while in front , rows of wooden pew's told the vastness of this church.  What was he doing here, what was he hoping to get from being here?  He sat alone for a good 30 minutes not thinking but just mindful.   He felt a touch on his shoulder, he turned to see the warm smile of a priest looking at him.  My son why do I feel like you have the whole world on your shoulders?  Ram looked at him and sadly said that’s because I do, my whole world has fallen apart in a matter of hours.

The Priest found a space next to him, sitting down he said would you like to speak about it, and Ram asked can you make it go away if I do.  The priest smiled no my son but I can listen to what’s in your heart. A few silent minutes passed, and just from somewhere within himself, he finally had the courage to speak, to share his burdens of the day, speaking his grief to this kind priest. My wife is fighting for her life and we lost our unborn son. What did I do in my life to deserve such a harsh punishment, why is god making us suffer?  I had to watch my wife get shot and then fight to live and here I am knowing that just as easily I could get a call at any minute to tell me that she’s dead.  Tears couldn't stop flowing I didn’t even have the courage to stay back at the hospital because I don’t want to know.  He shook his head with sobs I don’t want to know that my wife is dead all I want is my wife back with me alive and healthy.  How can god do this to us, I love her so much, we were so in love and so looking forward to our first baby.  How could god give her to me and then want to take her away from me, he took my baby too.  The Priest listened silently to this broken hearted man letting him pour his heart out while he cried, till he could cry no more.  Then there was just silence and silence but only breathing.  The Priest placed his hand on his shoulder with comfort and said my son let me share something with you, maybe you will understand, maybe you won’t but I trust that you should be able to draw up your own conclusion and so the Priest continued to share a beautiful story called, Foot Prints in the Sand.

 

 

After the Priest had finished his story Ram turned to him, a peace within himself knowing god was with him and he will carry them through these turbulent times. How do I thank you for this?  The Priest laughed and said my son, thank you is not needed. Can I give you a donation for the church, Ram asked?  The Priest shook his head and said my son the house of god is free, you are welcome at anytime.  In the eyes of understanding the Priest said come let’s go and light a candle for your dear wife and pray for the soul of your son to rest in peace.
 



 

 In times of grief, in times of trouble, In times of needing comfort, in times of finding solitude, when your whole world is falling apart all you need is GOD and just god alone. No matter what religion, cast, or creed the house of god in any form will open its doors to you never forsaking you. Have faith god is light and the power above all.  He is there to comfort you in any way that you may come to him, be it a Hindu, be it a Christian, be it a Muslim you will be a better Hindu, a better Christian, a better Muslim when you know god is everywhere, he resides in your heart, right next to you all you need to do is look deep and you will find him right there, the father of your soul.  


With my life, I will protect our baby with my life!


God Bless!