Yashwanth Manohar, the owner of Y&M Industries, took out the burnt cigar from his mouth.He pressed it into the cigar plate placed on the table where his legs rested.
It was three in the morning,the devil's time. Yet sleep was far away from him,very far.
His deep brown eyes showed agony in a volume that none could fathom.

He felt as if he was being watched by someone and that someone's forehead would be cringed now.

His orbs shifted from the rising smoke to the large framed portrait in front of him.

He stood up and walked to the portrait. He touched it with so much affection. A hot tear trickled down his cheek and was blocked by his overgrown beard.
He looked like a real mess.
The whole room was filled with smoke that made him cough even though it was created by him. He himself was unaware how this habit of smoking ,which he had gotten rid off for once and forever,formed in him again.

Deep down he knew it's answer.

He still remember how he cried like a baby,sitting on a chair in front of the intensive critical care unit of the City Hospital.

The woman who brought joy in his life and adorned it with colours of happiness had left him on this very day a year before. Or should he say,she was killed on this very day.

He had met her a year before in the City Hospital.She was a well known doctor who lit up lives of a million people.
She was one of a kind. A cheerful girl with positivity all around her.
She was a beauty inside out. She had dove shaped eyes and long wavy hair every girl would wish for.
Her looks were graceful and that soothed his heart the moment he saw her for the very first time.

From that day, she became his passion, his destiny and his only hope.

He tried to ask her out for a million times but always failed miserably. He tried to woe her a zillion times but she never gave him a glance.

His attraction towards her was not due to her physical beauty. It was a pure form of love formed on the basis of her character. Her jovial behaviour towards her patients and the sheer dedication to her job made him fall more hard for her.

One day he donated a large amount of money to the hospital but that was not intended to satisfy her.Donation was like a hobby for him. He has grown up in an orphanage and rouse to great heights with the help of donations and scholarships.

After that, she started noticing him and ended up falling in love with him.He too was a kind and down to earth soul who everyone would wish to get as a life partner.
They finally confessed their love for each other marking the beginning of the extreme anguish waiting for them.

Yashwanth now sat on his bed with a piece of cloth in his hands. He brought it near his nose and smelled it, hoping there would be atleast a bit of her fragrance in it. As he smelled it,his hands shivered as all he could exhale was the smell of blood.

"You smell so nice. What perfume are you using? "he asked as he rested his head on her lap while she sat smiling at the seashore.

"I won't say. If I say, you'll buy it and use, then I'll have no value. "she said and chuckled.

He smiled and started tickling her.

He came out of his thoughts with a jerk when he heard lightning strike.

Her parents were very orthodox and they opposed Yashwanth's and her relationship as they were of different castes. They tried every way to separate them but their love was so strong to be broken easily.
She was tortured by her parents and he underwent immense pain whenever he comes to know she is hurt.

All these obstacles made their bond stronger. They were inseparable.

At last her parents had to give up and give a nod to their relationship .

"Yash!! My parents agreed to get us married. I'm coming to your office. We should celebrate. "

He still remember how excited and happy she was. It was a moment of bliss for both of them. They welcomed all problems with a smile and their love won over all of them.
But their happiness didn't last for long.

He received a call from the City Hospital after three hours of this happy news, informing him that she had met with an accident.

Yashwanth shuddered. It was hard for him to reminisce what happened next. His heart wrenched in agony.

He had frantically ran to the ICCU of the hospital, bare foot. He saw the eye widening sight of her laying on a bed with numerous drips and tubes injected to her body. Most of her body parts were bandaged. Her eyes were open.She was breathing so slowly, taking in all the pain.
A doctor came out the ICU and he rushed to him.
"Doctor how is she? You can save her right? "he asked hoping for the best.

"Mr. Yashwanth, I'm so sorry. We cannot save her. Her brain can stop working any time and she has a lot of life threatening inner injuries. She'll...... leave soon. "

"But doctor. I'll do anything for her.Money doesn't matter. Please save her, I beg you. "

"We can't do anything. We have consulted with all the specialists. She can't be saved. As of now, it's better if she leaves soon. She is going through immense pain. "

The world shattered below his foot. They had just dreamt of a blissful life sometime back and god snatched it away so soon. Yashwanth stood still while the doctor told him that he could meet her.

He entered the ICCU with a stoned heart. She looked at him with red eyes and his eyes dropped tears.
He sat beside her and held her hand which was massively bandaged.
"They...they are telling.... You can't be... Saved..... They are..lying right? "he stammered as tears choked him.
Her hand slowly travelled to his cheek while a drop of tear escaped her eye.
"Yash.... I.... Am in pain... I can't survive.... I'll.. Die..... "she stuttered.

"No... Shushhh.I'll consult the best doctors. We'll save you. "he said determinantly and kissed her hands.

"Yash.. I'm a... Doctor... And I know I can't be saved.... Will you please...... Release me from this.... Spine.... Crushing pain.... Please... I can't... Not anymore.... "

"What are you saying?"

"Kill me. Please kill me..... Please.... I beg you...I want...to die in your hands.... Please...Yash... "she begged as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Shut up... Just shut up. Do you know what you are saying.. I can't lose you. "his yells ended as cries.

"Please Yash. You.. Always say... You can't see... Me in... Pain. Can't you see me.....struggling to... Even breathe... Please... Atleast do this as my last wish.. Please... I beg you... "
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He walked out of his room and stared at the dark sky from the balcony,trying to find the star which he considered her.
He still remember how he walked out of the ICCU after hugging and kissing her for the last time, but not before removing all the tubes and drips from her body. The doctors had seen this yet they didn't stop him.
They knew this was the only way they could help her.

"Swapna, you are just like your name. You came to my life and left me, just like a dream. "he said, staring at the star studded sky while he clutched the rails trying to control his desire to die.

"You should have a natural death. Please don't waste your life for me.I love you."she had said before breathing for the last time
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