CHAPTER 3

I am sitting in a wheelchair in an elevator. I am being taken back to my room after an awful lot of tests. I am exhausted, I feel like I can sleep for a week. But as the elevator goes up I feel my anxiety growing. Normally I would be tensed to be in an elevator, as confined places freak me out. But my phobia of elevators fades compared to what lies back in my room up there.

As the doors of the elevator open my anxiety has reached the ceiling, my nerves are all over the place. The nurse is talking in that exceptionally sweet way as she wheels me to my room. All I can do is just nod, as for one am completely worn out and two, my thoughts are wandering around a specific brown-eyed guy.

The nurse pushes open the door to my room and wheels me in. As I enter I see him sitting on the sofa. He's asleep.

That reminds me of how tired he looked from the time I have woken up. His black shirt is all wrinkled up, dark circles evident on his face. His hair is all over the place, which by the way looks kinda cute.

I feel bad that he is going through so much for me. But why is he so concerned for me? What am I to him?

The nurse behind me is still chattering away, something about how hard life is for celebrities. I ask her to keep it low, I don't want to wake him up.

As I get settled back on my bed, the nurse walks out closing the door behind her. I am now alone in the room, with this beautiful man sleeping just 5 feet away from me.

For the first time, I get a chance to just sit back and admire him. He has the silkiest hair possible, perfect small eyes. His full lush lips form a pout as he sleeps. In short, He. Is. Gorgeous.

As I am in my very own dreamland, the doors of my room burst open. With that, he opens his eyes, which directly meet mine as I was still staring at him.

Great... now he knows I have been gawking at him all this while.

Good going girl.

I turn away from him as I see the doctor walking in. He is holding what looks like my reports. Wow.. now that was pretty quick.

"Hi, sir. We have taken all the required tests and got the reports." he stands up from the sofa as the doctor explains.

"I am afraid it isn't good news sir. But it isn't bad either." My heart is hammering in my chest.

"She is undergoing amnesia, which I assure you is temporary. She has lost the memories of the accident and the past few years due to the impact on her head. There is no permanent damage. She should be able to recover back her memories soon."

Amnesia? Oh god. I raise my hand to touch my head. I can feel the bandage wrapped on my head. How is it that I haven't felt it before?

Is My body that numb? I think I am going to throw up.

"How much have I forgotten? " my voice comes out more like a squeak as I ask the doctor.

"We are in 2016 now Maahi. And this is Mumbai. Not Bangalore. You were in an accident a few days back. Which caused a head injury, due to which you are not able to remember the past 5 years." the doctor explains.

"Don't worry dear, you will recover, it is only temporary. But the important thing is you need to get back to your life exactly how it was before the accident. That is the only way it would help in triggering your memories. He will explain the rest to you. And by the way, you are physically healed completely. And you will be discharged the first thing tomorrow morning." He hands the reports to the brown-eyed guy and walks out.

5 years. I can't believe I have lost 5 years of my life.

Suddenly the room starts to feel very small and suffocating. My emotions are all over the place. I don't think I can hold back my tears any longer. I am scared. Well, terrified. All of this is too much. I am stuck here with a stranger. In a completely strange city. At a completely different time.

I don't even know where my parents are. And with that tears start falling out of my eyes. Now that the dam gates are open, they are impossible to close. I realize now that I am crying rather loudly.

Just then I feel him beside me. The stranger who has this miracle effect on me. He is trying to soothe me, wiping my tears. It makes me cry harder, all this is too overwhelming. And before I know it I am in his arms, he is holding me tight and whispering all kinds of sweet things in my ear. I can feel the exhaustion taking over me and I feel way too comfortable in his arms. It's almost too familiar.

That's when I realize that this man is no stranger. He is someone important. Someone way too important. And before I know it I am falling asleep in his arms and falling into a dream, starring My Brown Eyed Angel.