Chapter 4 Post-midnight Hours

In the post-midnight hours, George and Shrey were going back to George's home when suddenly George's car abruptly halted its progress, slinging Shrey against the center console with bone jarring force, about to hit her head in the exact same way it hit her weeks ago. But, she was shielded in no time by George's potent hand. "Shrey, are you okay?" 

"I'm sorry I should have been more careful," George anxiously asked her; Shrey was too perplexed to answer him. She recalled some of her forgotten memories "Rudra, Rudra..." Wait!! Did she call me by my real name? George thought, "Yes, Sweetheart, please calm down, don't hurt yourself, I request you" George was overwrought startled, and petrified all at the same time; he knew if she tried to remember everything in an anxious state, he might lose her forever as already mentioned by her doctor,

he can tolerate her hatred, but he can't let go or imagine losing her

"Luke, Kendall, my babies" Shrey wrapped her arms around his neck and started crying profusely. "Rudra," George anxiously grabbed her quivering hands and started rubbing. "Please calm down, Shrey" "your hands are getting cold, Shrey, stop," but she was not in a defined state to hear him.

"I'd stuck in a nightmare,

Wishing for solemnized death

But behold the infant within you.

I beseech you to bargain for our faith...." This poem was written by Shrey; whenever she felt lonely or anxious, she used to read it; 

hearing the poem written by her, Shrey focused on George's words and started to calm down "go ahead" Shrey wanted to hear more of his words but decided to complete for him, gaining back her senses with a deep audible breath, she continued.

"Hours you're hoping, revealing.

Shattered in pieces, and screaming

You got sabre for thou, furnished.

In your love to save...." Looking straight into George's eyes and with utter difficulties, Shrey tried to complete the poem but lost her consciousness due to uncompromising pain in her head; George was baffled when he realized the meaning of her incomplete poem, 

she has to preoccupy the tiniest hope within her and hours he has been hoping for her remembrance, which is now revealing his shattered hope in pieces. 

George wiped Shrey's face and let her rest on his shoulder for the rest of the night; it was much easier to sleep with George's protective arm around her waist, "I will make you remember each and everything Shrey," and with these, he dropped off to sleep.

Next Day,

The sun rose bright with the delightful chirping of birds, and without any cloud, the crisp morning air was warm, and the pleasant warmth with the invigorating freshness of the morning air wasn't necessary for waking her up; she rubbed her eyes only to find herself in George's arms, the last person she would ever expect herself with

With her scrutinizing gaze, she studied every single detail of his mesmerizing handsome face for a while.