I turned down his proposal, fully aware that it shattered him. He's broken, and I get that. But I believe he wanted to marry me, not out of love, but to fulfill a fleeting wish—the idea of sharing a glimpse of marriage before I pass. I refuse to settle for a marriage born of sympathy.
It's been two days since I last saw him in the hospital, and I can only imagine him slumped on his sofa in that musty apartment, nursing a beer and drowning in resentment towards me for my choice.
It's been a week since Harsh last visited the hospital, yet he remains in constant communication with the doctors. Saru, unaware of his ongoing contact, can't shake her thoughts of him and longs to see him again. Just then, she recalls that Harsh had given her a note when he returned a book at the library. The weight of her longing becomes unbearable, compelling her to make the bold decision to request a discharge from the hospital.
I left the hospital, booked a cab, and made my way directly to the library. The journey took about an hour, but I was determined. Upon arriving, I hurried to the first floor, where I handed him the first book, "The Catcher in the Rye." Familiar with the layout from my two years of working there, I quickly began searching the shelves. It didn't take long to find the book I was looking for. As I opened it, a rush of emotions flooded over me—there was the note he had left for me long ago, one I had chosen to ignore. Note- 'Lady bear, coffee?' A wave of emotion washed over me. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and an overwhelming heaviness settled in my heart. In that moment, I felt compelled to seek out all the other books he had shared."