A Different Love Story...!! by Diya Jain (moboreader txt) 📕

'It all started different!' Chapter 1

'I don't feel like talking to you anymore. You gave me all in this relationship, but too soon. So I am now bored of you!' He shouted at her while they were on a call as she was complaining about him being busy all the time whenever she needs him.

 

'What do you mean by I gave you all sooner Aarav?' She asked, stunned, eyes burning with overflown tears.

She was wearing her favourite teddy print pyjama set that Aarav had gifted her on her 18th birthday. It was weary and old, but she loved it and would wear it whenever she would be feeling low. She believed it to bring good luck in her life.

 

'I mean, I got all the things one seeks for in any relationship, but would you have loved me some less and given some more time, I would not have got bored of you. You don't have anything new to share with me now. And that is the reason I no more feel like talking to you!' He ruthlessly said.

 

Tears stopped flowing from her eyes, and she was never so determined before like she was right then. She wiped away the remaining sign of hurt and love from her face, and clenched her fist; her body shaking with anger.

'Fine, if it is my fault that I loved you more than I should have, and now you think that you are bored of me, let us better choose our own ways.' She tucked the wild strand of her dark brown hair and looked out of her window, into the endless starless sky.

 

A silent tear flowing from her eye was a sign; she had wasted the amount of tears that were meant for this guy, the guy who was her first love, her first crush and her life.

 

'I break up with you, by all means. From today, we do not have any concern what-so-ever from each others lives. Bye.....' And then she added a silent note, 'Take care and stay happy.'

And she cut the call with an unsaid 'I still love you and can love you more than you could have ever thought of.'

 

Furious and hurt, she restlessly started tossing in her bed. The events of their happy moments together flashed in front of her eyes.

The way they looked at each other, the way he would bring her chocolates, roses and teddy bears, the small talks, funny jokes and romantic dates.

 

They were the best and cutest couple for the world; with nothing but love and respect for each other. Aarav was always be by her side, in all what she did. She had enjoyed her first sip of wine with him. He was with her when she first went to the pub and was scared of the people out there, or when she bunked her college classes.

She could not remember a single moment of her life when she was without Aarav.

He was more than a boyfriend to her, he was her best friend also. He was her pillar of support and ray of hope.

 

And today, he broke each and every emotion and feeling of her, without any guilt. She could not understand where did she miss for him to do this to her.

 

She could not sleep. So she decided that she needs to calm down and got up, dressed in her skinny jeans and black halter neck top, the one that was gifted by Aarav on her 20th birthday, took the car keys from the drawer and left from her flat. She also took her iPhone; which was also a gift from Aarav on her last birthday and once again the wave of memories hit her like an arrow. She threw the phone on the wall and left her flat, not bothering to lock it.

She was driving in her Lacrosse for over an hour now, aimlessly in the streets and on the road. Each and every moment, memories flooded her and that is when, she lost her senses and forgot to look the truck coming towards her.

 

Before she could control, the truck crashed her car and fled. She was lying half conscious in her seat; her last word before she passed out was 'Aarav'!

Chapter 2

It was an hour later someone passed from the way, and he saw the accident. He got down and rushed towards the spot, and was shocked to see a girl in the car, half conscious, bleeding and stuck. A low groan coming from her indicated that she was still breathing but needed immediate care.

 

Luckily, the guy was a doctor. He immediately rushed, and removed her from the car with great difficulty. He sensed her pulse; it was weak, but running. She had lost a good amount of blood. He tried to open her eyes, tapped her face, splattered water on her face. She half opened her eyes with difficulty, hazy and disoriented and said one word 'Aarav', and passed out.

 

The guy wasted no time, and carried her to his car carefully, as he was not sure if she had any fractures, drove to the hospital and took her straight away into the emergency ward for treatment.

 

There was a sudden movement in the environment, as if something big had happened. The hospital staffs were shocked to see the scene at hand. They all stood dumb-founded, some scurried side ways as the doctor approached, the girl in his hands, frail and covered in blood.

 

The doctor looked at no one, stopped no where and entered the ICU, laid her on the stretcher and turned to see the team of experts who had already reached by the time this all happened. The doctors immediately teamed up for her, and started looking after her.

 

Meanwhile, the doctor again drove all the way to the accident spot, in hope of finding any evidence about her whereabouts or her identity. But, he found none. There was no document in the car, or no phone. She remained a mystery, who she was, what is her name, where did she come from. These questions remained unanswered till she wakes up, if she can ever now.

 

He returned back to the hospital, hoping she will gain consciousness and they can help her out. One of the doctors rushed towards him, with a worried look on his face.

 

'What is the update Dr. Batra, did the girl tell you anything?' asked he.

 

'No Ishaan sir, she opened her eyes once in between and just said a word, and then slipped back into unconsciousness. We were still trying, but...'

 

'But what Dr.'? Ishaan demanded.

 

'Before we could do anything, the girl slipped away in coma. She had lost a lot of blood, and due to this, her mind could not get enough oxygen and she has suffered some serious damage in her brain. I doubt, if she even recovers, there can be a major issue; like she can....'

 

Ishaan could not let Dr. Batra complete the sentence, he knew what would happen and somehow could not bring his mind to think that for the girl.

 

'I know, I know what all can happen. But, that girl is my responsibility now. Make sure she receives all the treatment, and do not worry about the expenses. Did I make myself clear?'

 

'Yes sir!' Replied the doctor and rushed back in the ICU wondering who this girl is for Dr. Ishaan.

Chapter 3

The team of doctors, who was treating the girl, gathered in the café late evening, when Dr. Ishaan entered. He looked worried and tired from all the hustle that just happened in his life. Still unsure of the identity of the girl lying in coma in the hospital ward, he was thinking how did she end up there and why has not anyone turned up yet for her.

More than that, he was unsure why would he feel such a pull towards an unknown girl.

Ishaan is a handsome looking guy. He is 27, 5’10” tall and fair; too dashing for a doctor, and has a physically fit structure. He has straight chestnut brown hair that he takes a good amount of time to set, being the perfect guy he is. With deep dark brown eyes, girls would love to fall in the depths of his eyes. He has girls lying all over the floor for him, when ever he may want, but being the serious one-woman type guy he is... He never felt like getting hooked up to a girl just for fun.

 

If a girl would make him feel like he wanted her, with him, then the girl has to be very special.

 

Then, why was he starting to feel something like that for this unknown girl. The case was getting more and more mysterious for him, for her identity as well for his feelings towards her.

 

Thinking about all this, and unaware of the environment around him, he joined his colleagues at the table. One of his colleagues, Dr. Rohan who was by-the-way-friend patted him on his shoulder. Startled, Dr. Ishaan looked at him.

Dr. Rohan was a good looking guy, heighted at 5’8” and whitish-fair complexion. He had slight wavy brown hair and had highlights done. His eyes were the key to his charm, he had light blue eyes, and his eyes shone with delight with a smile on his face always. He was quite a look-oriented guy, and always had one or other love affair going on.

 

'Whoa! You look like a zombie, Ishaan! What happened to your hair? I have never seen you so disoriented in my life.’ exclaimed Rohan.

 

'I can't stop thinking about the poor girl lying helpless there, Rohan. I don't understand why has not anyone come looking for her?'

 

'You know why, Ishaan. But I know you are too tired that it may not have clicked you! We haven't yet passed on this information to anyone. How do you think will the word spread?’ said Rohan with mocking a small smile on his face and raising an eyebrow.

Ishaan was acting weird, he thought. He should have been the one to say this to Rohan, not the other way round! He needs to talk to Ishaan soon, Rohan thought.

 

'Oh damn it! How can I turn so stupid! Rohan, do me a favour dude. Call the concerned department and ask them to post about this girl. Someone somewhere might be worried about her. I want to go and see the girl in her ward. Want to see