Lonely Bride by Shikha A (electronic reader .TXT) 📖

 

“Sean?” I panic suddenly after not getting his presence around.

 

"Sea…nn..” I stutter, fear of losing one more loved one engulfed me and shivers me to the core. 

 

I can’t hear anything... Just the sound of people shouting and their cry was the only noise hitting me hard. I know these voices very well. I know this is how you cry when you lose your dear to you. 

 

But again who is crying? I know this voice. I have heard it before. But where?? 

 

I tried to look here and there and a few rays of light started hitting my eyes one by one. 

 

I try to concentrate on what it is but my energy is too low to understand I guess. 

 

I could feel my breathing become uneven and fear is not helping either. 

 

My body is forcing me to close my eyes but I want to look for Sean. 

  

I am strong. I need to be strong. I need to look for Sean.  I kept on chanting huffing. 

 

 

I try to get up but my body is not ready to support me. I am feeling some pain but I don’t know where. I guess its fear more than pain so I took a deep breath and again tried to get up but suddenly the hall lit up again. 

 

I closed my eyes due to sudden lights and again opened and looked around.

 

The scene in front of me shook my core. 

 

The beautiful ball podium is now all red and dirty from blood. People are shouting while holding their loved one in their arms.

 

Love One? Sean?

 

Where is he? I again got panic but before do anything I heard 

 

“Sarah..” Sean’s worried voice hit my eardrums.

 

I looked in the direction the voice was coming and here he was looking equally worried as me. 

 

I smile looking at him all right and then my body signals me to rest and I obliged without any complaint. 

 

I could hear his voice. I know he is the one who is shaking me but ‘Dude stop, it's paining don’t touch me.’ I wanted to say but I could not.

 

I guess this man has gone mad but I want to sleep right now. I will speak to him once I wake up and take his class. 

 

Next Morning

 

Sarah Pov

 

I flitter my eyes open and closed back due to light coming directly in my eyes. I again open slowly and look around my surroundings.

 

Blue and white painted wall, A couch was lying in a corner, a chair near to me and I was lying on the bed.  

 

A hospital bed.

 

 

I looked around the room but I did not find anyone in the room.

 

Where is Sean? I saw him all ok if I am not wrong.

 

Or was I assuming? I again panicked thinking this.

 

I wanted to get on my feet but there were a few tubes connected to me with some machine near to me which was beeping and the sound was increasing and honestly, nothing was helping me to soothe my panic. 

 

I noticed the door flew open and a bunch of people ran towards me and with their clothes, I could tell they were doctors and nurses. 

 

I was looking at them helplessly wanting to know about Sean but I could form the words out of my mouth and tears streamed down towards my hair locks.

 

“What's wrong?” I heard the voice I was eager to hear and then I saw his beautiful face. 

 

His dominant aura had made the room silent and my heart flattered looking at him. 

Contentment pure contentment I felt the moment I saw him. 

 

My eyes had stuck on him and everything around had become invisible to my eyes. 

 

His eyes held mine and he wheeled towards me not breaking the blissful contact we are having. 

 

 

“I guess she must have panicked.” The doctor spoke I guess. 

 

My eyes snug to his face and travelled to his body for confirmation he is well enough.

 

Someone slowly took the oxygen mask from my face. I smiled a little when he reached me and held my hands. 

 

His shirt was crimped and his hair was messy. His eyes were red and it seemed like he hadn't slept in ages.

 

‘Is he worried about me?’ I thought about looking at his state.

 

‘But no one has worried about you ever, then how come he is worried?’ My other side of the subconscious questions me.

 

‘Does he have some kind of feeling for me?’ I thought, still looking at his face.

 

‘But you guys are nothing more than a husband-wife on paper or maybe a fuckbuddy.’ My subconscious counter-question.

 

‘Do you have any feelings for him?’ Again my one side of my subconscious asked me.

 

‘Maybe yes. I do like him or let’s say little more than liking.’ I replied subconsciously.

 

‘You were always alone in your childhood, you were alone in your teenage, you were all alone when you entered your youth so just because getting small affection from anyone made you feel you are in love?’ My subconscious mocked me. 

 

I came out of a rift I was battling with both sides of my heart hearing his melodic voice

 

“Hey’ He says, looking at me. 

 

I try to speak but my throat is too dry to my liking and I need to grease up with something.

 

I open my mouth pressing hard to say but word comes out, none. 

 

Guess he understood my problem and without any delay, he took the glass from the side table and next I saw the glass rim on my lips.

 

After taking a few small sips and nodding at him I am done so he took the glass back and kept it back to his place. 

 

‘I am fine.’ My voice comes out groggy and low but audible enough to understand.