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Mujhe dengue hua — shaadi ke doosre saal. 104 bukhar. Platelet girte ja rahe the. Hospital admit. Riya — meri wife — office se chutti leke aayi. 7 din. Poore 7 din hospital mein. "Tujhe office jaana chahiye," maine kaha, kamzori mein. "Office har mahine salary deta hai. Tu sirf ek hai. Priorities." Woh soyi nahi — 3 din. Nurse se zyada alert thi. "Yeh drip slow hai. Speed badhao." "Temperature check karo." "Doctor kab aayenge? 2 ghante ho gaye." Nurses darne lagi usse. Raat ko — jab ward mein sab so rahe the — woh mera haath pakad ke baithi rehti. Kabhi kabhi aankhein band ho jaati — par haath nahi chhodti. "Riya, so ja," maine kaha. "Teri platelet 40,000 hai. Main 1,00,000 hone tak nahi soungi." "Yeh medical science nahi, obsession hai." "Pyaar hai. Same spelling." --- Day 5 — doctor ne kaha situation stable hai. Platelet badh rahe hain. Riya — pehli baar — soyi. Hospital ki kursi par. Sir meri bed ki railing par rakhe. Meri ungliyon mein uski ungliyan. Nurse aayi vitals check karne. Riya ko dekha. Mujhe dekha. Muskuraayi. "Aapki wife..." nurse ne kaha. "Haan?" "Lucky hain aap." "Pata hai." --- Day 7 — discharge. Ghar aaye. Riya ne poora ghar saaf kar rakha tha — pehle se. Bed par fresh bedsheet. Kitchen mein haldi wala doodh tayyar. "Yeh sab kab kiya?" maine pucha. "Kal raat. 2 baje. Jab tu so raha tha hospital mein." "Tu nahi soyi phir bhi?" "Soungi. Aaj. Tere bagal mein. 12 ghante." Aur sach mein — woh soyi. 14 ghante. Maine utha nahi — bina hile 14 ghante pada raha. Kyunki 7 din usne meri neend ka khayal rakha — ab meri baari thi. --- Log kehte hain pyaar shaadi ke baad kam hota hai. Galat. Pyaar shaadi ke baad dikhta hai — beemar hone par, mushkil mein, jab duniya mein koi nahi hota — aur woh hota hai. Kursi par, haath pakde, bina soye. Yahi pyaar hai. Glamorous nahi. Thaka hua. Neend se bhari aankhon wala. Par asli.