Chapters (34)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- About the Book
- About the Author
One evening, she narrowly missed being spotted by her brother Kamal, who had come to visit their captain along with the other teammates. After a week, the trip from Bandra to Breach Candy had become unmanageable, so she shifted to her friend’s place in Mahalaxmi under the pretext of studying for an examination. Every evening, she would reach the hospital and call Penaru or Ranjit Singh – the only two people who knew about their relationship – to make sure that the coast was clear. She would sit in a corner of the café, away from the public eye, till other visitors had left, and then spend the remaining hours next to Abhimanyu’s bed. She kept talking to him, because she’d read somewhere that talking helped patients to recover faster. She chatted about what was going on in Bombay, with her family, things she’d noticed in the hospital, which nurses she thought had a crush on him. When she ran out of things to say, she’d borrow a newspaper from the hospital’s waiting room and read out every single article, from page one till the very end. At times, she would just look at him while he slept for hours, watching his serene face with the heavily bandaged eye, and wonder how her love could look so majestic even as he was drugged out on a hospital bed. The swelling on his nose had subsided to a normal size, albeit slightly crooked. She would admire his strong jawline as she made it a point to shave him every alternate day, knowing how particular Abhimanyu was about being perfectly groomed at all times. One evening, as she was preparing to leave for the day, a team of nurses along with the head doctor, Dr Shailesh Patel, entered the room.
‘Right, so I have been discussing the results of the surgery with our panel, and we need to take a few decisions in consultation with the next of kin. Are you …?’ Dr Patel looked at her and hesitated.
‘I am a close friend.’
‘Is there anyone from the family?’ the doctor quizzed, making Meera come to a rude realization about the reality of her so-called relationship with Abhimanyu. She tracked down Ranjit Singh, who convinced the doctor that he had full authority to take decisions on behalf of the royal family of Ranakpour.