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It was a cold winter & the trees looked lonely. The lawn outside the hospital building was filled with visitors that day. Every face out there was as if a display board of many emotions. Some seemed nervous whereas some seemed content.Some were disturbed while many looked confused. The chaos & eagerness that each one of us go through when our near and dear ones fall sick & need medical assistance, was clearly visible.

Mili looked outside the window of Room No-139 and smiled. The window was as if the only treasure Mili had. It was her best companion as it enabled her to connect to the outer world for past 6 years.Yes 6 years!

She still remembers the day she was admitted in the hospital. With no hopes of getting better she had quietly submitted herself to the torturous healing process. Submitting was the only possibility she had as except for breathing in & out ,she could do nothing.

However that day was different . Apart from regular check ups there were some NGO volunteers who had turned up to get involved with critical patients like Mili. But Mili could sense something was different about Nishant. He was quieter than rest of the lot & was taking extra effort to get involved. After a month long interactive session ,everyone except Nishant stopped coming. He reached Room No – 139 at exactly the same time every day, without fail.

He had as if made it a point to assist Mili get better. His keen interest put in a new zeal in Mili to fight her illness. Her entire skin kept burning, her numerous surgeries & needle piercings demanded her to tolerate ‘life’ every moment, but she never gave up .

The battle was a long one & after 3 years there was remarkable improvement in the recovery process . Milli could now speak properly & Nishant was always present to hear each and every word that she uttered. It did not take long for both of them to forge a bond that was so strong ,that made them decide that getting bonded by Holy matrimony was the only way out.

Even the entire Hospital staff were more than happy . Mili & Nihant were everybody’s favorite couple. They laughed, they talked , they loved & more importantly they ‘lived‘.

The ‘D’ day arrived & the couple were putting their best efforts to make everything work in the pre-determined manner. Mili looked at her bridal Red Lehenga & looked herself in the mirror. she took out her wig. There stood a human figure with not a single strand of hair, completely melted skin & a very ugly face. She vividly recalled the day she was the victim of Acid Attack at the tender age of just 17 years. Tears rolled down her eyes. Just then Nishant held her from behind and whispered in her ears ” Do you now why I adore you so much? It’s not your outer beauty that pulls me towards you, its your never give-up attitude, its your spirit that is immensely captivating! I cant wait to start spending the rest of my life with you .”

And as every eternal love story, they indeed lived happily ever after!

via Daily Prompt: Captivating

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Saroj Kumar Kar says:

    The caption “Captivated’ is really fascinating which embellishes the truth it meant to a large degree .The theme is lnspiring empowering and uplifting most energetic of mood.It is a nice story reflecting the clinging attachment of a unknown man showing a rare belongingness and proximity with compassion for an acid- ravaged tender girl who is no way related to him.He sets a rare example of not only associating with her pathos and mental agony but also emerges as a Messina to embrace her leading her towards a beautiful sunrise.

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