Reporter 1:

So here is the hottest topic of the day when the most popular miss world winner Swati Agarwal tried to commit suicide yesterday from her newly purchased mansion.

Reporter 2:

Yes, she was about to end her life falling from her new mansion when her fiancée enters the scene saving her from the fall but unfortunately fall from the fifth floor making him badly injured!

He is none other than Dhruv Verma the Managing Director of India's biggest cosmetic company Hope of which Swati Agarwal is the brand ambassador.

Reporter 1:

Swati is known for her cold melancholic look and she is famous for her bridal modelling, we have seen her in many national and international award ceremonies but her sudden decision has upset her fans.

Reporter 2:

Their recent announcement about the wedding had filled all the social media pages with loads of colorful wishes but this sudden twist has made the public confuse to its core.

When the bright red shades of celebrations turned to hints of mystery in her life.

Reporter 1:

We will now ask her die-hard fans their opinion on this case.

What do you think about her suicide attempt?

Public:

Well, its a sad news and how Dhruv had to face the consequences, in the end, it is a cute pair and I hope the marriage goes on as scheduled later this year. With Dhruv getting better as time goes on.

But one thing is clear we never know what celeb life is and what they are...

I switch off the television getting irritated by their meaningless talks, as I stuff my handbag with my medicine and hospital reports, I wear my long coat over my baby pink Kurti and sunglasses to hide my red puffy eyes.

This must be the first time I will leave home without tons of cosmetics on me. As I scroll down the names of my contacts I call Ruby, my current PA to ask her the scenario there.

"Ruby, I am leaving home now, is it ok there?"

She replies with a hurried voice and a lot of background discussion "Yes, maam you can come in through the back gate, the front is flooding with reporters."

Disconnecting the call and with a gloomy mood I walk down towards the parking area unlocking a black car, the wheels of the car drive towards the place where my heart resides.

The city hospital.

The front door is loaded with reporters and paparazzi so I take the rear entrance where my PA has made the preparations of me entering the building.

I give her a curt nod as I hand over my car keys throwing the sunglasses I enter the hospital with the VIP elevator. I walk, virtually run towards his ward only to see him connected with several electronic devices with a constant rhythmic beep that assures his calm beating heart.

I look at him through the tiny glass on the door unable to believe my own two eyes.

A large wide bandage across his neck and his head is making my eyes well up. A warm hand is placed on my shoulder and I find my mom trying to console me.

I ball my eyes out releasing every tiny bit of my welled up emotions which I controlled till now.

"Can I go in and see him? "

I ask her in between my hiccups to which she nods in positive.

I push open the door with shaky hands and walk towards him talking my seat beside his well-equipped bed.

Tears still streaming down my eyes unable to stop themselves as I witness his condition to which I am the sole reason.

I take his hand carefully in mine and give it a light squeeze kissing its back, pressing my lips over the back of his hand.

I stare at his face which is badly hurt, stitches running across his perfect jawline. His hair is chopped off and he lies there lifeless with an oxygen mask.

"I am sorry."

I say lightly unable to speak louder. Cause I know another single word from my mouth and I will be unable to hold back my tears rushing all at once. I dab my eyes and blow my nose with my tiny handkerchief trying to smile at him.

But it's not happening!

I blink several times to clear my eyes from these dammed tears, but nothing is possible. Every passing second makes my vision blur ten folds, and finally, I break out again in front of him. I press my hand firmly on my mouth to hold it my painful cries and rush out of his private ward ignoring my mom's concerned calls and enter the washroom.

I look at my miserable face splashing water continuously on my face which was always dipped in makeup.

I need to get myself together! I can't leave him at such time when he was always there for me, but I never realized it.

I walk out of the washroom after fixing my hair into a bun and wiping off the tears from my face.

Dhruv's mom Pooja aunty is sitting next to my mom with void eyes, my mom is trying her level best to maintain the situation at hand.

I walk towards Pooja aunty and kneel in front of her placing my hands in hers and I say gazing down at her feet.

" I am sorry aunty, I will never leave Dhruv alone in his state. I will be here by his side. Please go home and have some food. You must be worn out."

She looks at me with hateful gaze and I feel a sharp pain on my cheeks the next movement.

I deserve this!

"I have only one child whom I raised with care and love.

Unfortunately, he fell for a bitch like you making me feel miserable today.

I am sitting in front of this ICU praying to God to let my baby out with good health!

All because of you "

She says pointing her index at me, her voice resonating her rage.

Movements later she balls her eyes out after which mom tries to console her taking her away from the ward to the private room.

I sit there still, lifeless consuming the flames of anger from every single person on earth,

I chuckle at my situation thinking who shall I blame from the cause but myself.

A doctor who is about to enter Dhruv's ward catcher my attention, I stop him at his path and ask.

"Doctor can you arrange a spare bed in the room, I want to be present for my...for my husband."

I say in a shaky tone with my voice just above a whisper. I don't know if Dhruv will accept me after what has happened to him because of me. But even if he doesn't I have accepted him and only he will be my husband.

"Okay Miss Agarwal I will arrange for a bed, but please take care of our hygiene routines and all."

"I will, thank you doc."

A relieved smile appears on my face at his acceptance. I look at Dhruv and promise in my heart, 'I shall never leave your side even after death.'

Movements later a bed is arranged for me in the VIP ward with a side table.

Pooja ma is taken to our home with mom, she will feel even more depressed if she was here looking at her son's miserable state every second.

I sit down on my bed looking at the book in front of me which is to note his progress in physical responding. I hope he gets well soon.

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It's almost nine in the evening, I lay down on my bed after completing his daily temperature checkup and changing his IV drip.

It was a long day!

I gaze at his sleeping self from my bed and feel revealed looking at his calm breathing.

I switch off the ward lights closing my eyes, trying to walk away from reality once again.

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I am walking down an endless path in my mansion losing my sense of direction. Every nook and turn makes me even more confused. My heart is in a desperate need of a helper.

A tall silhouette appears in front of me trying to cage me between him and the wall. I am unable to make out his facial features due to the darkness engulfing it. I try my best to move away but fail miserably when suddenly the silhouette roars with his blank white eyes and a long slit tongue giving me goosebumps. Blood dripping down his eyes!

My eyes open in a flash with drops of fear masking my now pale face. My breath feels like the gushing wind, blown to scare a horror actress. With unstable thoughts running across my brain, I ask to myself.

What was that!

Another dream!

I search for my tablets in my purse and gulp down one, with a glass of water, kept just across the bed.

I look at Dhruv who is sleeping there immobile.

What must I do now? I am too afraid to sleep alone, though Dhruv is here with me.

I walk in the washroom to fresh up, wash my face and sit back on my bed, thinking about my current circumstances.

My life is a mess, so messed up that it could be mistaken for a story.

His memories hunting me down till core, making me regret my decision of believers in Him!

I ring a call to my doctor Priya for some suggestions, I know its late midnight but she is one of Dhruv's friend and she is always open for me. A yawning voice receives the call and says "Yes, Swati are you ok?"

In the most caring tone. I feel guilty for a split second to take her ~ twenty-four seven~ service for granted.

"Thank you for always being there for me," I say with the most sincere voice to which she gives me a friendly aw. "So what is it?" She asks all energetic even at this time.

"I am getting those dreams again," I say with a concerned voice clutching my cellphone in an unknown fear.

"Honey, things will not cool down all at once, so try giving ut more time, ok? "

Says Priya in a bargain tone. I hmm in response, catching the unsatisfied tone of my voice She says " hmmm, How about this, try writing down the things which you cannot share to someone else, this will make you feel less burdened like you have shared your emotions with someone."

Listening to her convincing voice I nod in a yes and greet her a good night with a constant gaze at the book places on my side table thinking to implement her suggestion.

I take the book and a pen kept at the side table and start writing on the first page.

A story,

A story of my life till now.

A story of my Invisible Love...

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