Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
I Love You

Today, February 2, after a hit-and-run that night...

Slowly, my eyelids opened, a blue folding chair was occupied by a young girl while playing a mobile phone. A stranger I don't know. When I looked down, there was a slang sticking out of my hand. I was lying in a hospital bed.

My throat is so sore, I need water to wet my throat. With a bandaged head and bruises on the head, I hissed withstanding the pain as I tried to get up.

"Oh, are you human?" The girl sat up straight, then she stood up and walked up to me. "Don't move much. You're still sick. Lie down" he said, and he helped to correct my position. "Do you need anything?"

I blinked slowly. "Water?"

"You want a drink? Hold on, let me get you." He came over and took a small bottle of mineral water and helped me drink.

Voraciously, I sucked in a few sips of water through a straw, and the little piece of cold running down my throat was a relief. My throat was a little free from the excruciating pain.

While laying my head back on the pillow, I tried to remember what happened while the girl who was accompanying me in the room pulled up the chair, got closer to my bed and sat back on it. She smiles. "How are you feeling?" tanyakanya.

Suddenly, the whole event flooded back into my memory: I was in the hotel parking lot, running away from HansH, then hit by a motorbike. I bounced onto the asphalt and then fell unconscious.

HansH should be here. Where is he? Wasn't he the one who took me to the hospital? Oh, don't hope, Zia. "I. I think I'm fine. Emm... who are you?"

"I'm Nandini. Second sister HansH."

"Oh, are you HansH's sister? Hello to you."

"We've known each other for a long time, brother. But it's okay, I understand. Brother HansH told me about your condition. I'm so sorry for all that happened to Alisah."

Oh, in fact, pretending amnesia is really useful. Why don't I forget a real memory after getting hit by a motorcycle? That'd be better. I don't have to go on a show of amnesia in front of everyone and I don't have to avenge Brother Sanjeev to HansH. If only. But my life won't be so lucky.

And it is clear that this was the natural introduction between us. Sanjeev's sister deliberately didn't tell me -- also prevented me from finding out about Mahesvara's family members. He thought it would be better, so, the first time I met them, I didn't have to act like I didn't know and didn't know them. And this proved to be a good start. This introduction seems so natural. Like ought.

I glanced towards the blanket, then at the machines that rang beside me. "Thank you, Nandini. I hope we'll relate well in the future. As between you and the old Alisah."

"Surely, Brother. Sure. I'm so happy to see Alisah back."

I smiled - forcing a smile. "How long have I been here?"

"A few hours. Only tomorrow we're allowed to go home." Nandini took a bottle of mineral water that had reduced its contents from the table and sucked the contents a lot. "Actually the doctor didn't mean to keep you here for long, but my stubborn brother insisted. Very impressive. She still loves Alisah."

But I'm Zia. I'm not Alisah. On that new year's night she said she loved Zia. Will that love return to Alisah, even now that Zia is Alisah? Oh my God, I want HansH to love Zia, but my mission is to demand that she love Alisah again. This feeling caused me a dilemma.

"Sister, are you crying? Why?"

I shook my head, shedding tears as I smiled a fake smile. "I'm just overwhelmed. It's been over a year since we got separated, but he still loves me."

"That's the special love of my brother. Brother HansH loves you very much and does not diminish in the slightest. You're a lucky girl."

Oh. that's so sweet. His words made me smile. I countered his last words. I want to be a lucky girl again. Perhaps God will change my destiny in a better direction. "Aamiinu. By the way, HansH... Where is he?"

Chequek!

Door opens.

"I'm here."

Ah, that guy. His handsome face and charming smile made my heart beat, inversely proportional to my heart that started beating faster and made me misbehave.

I smiled in embarrassment, the thump in my chest felt even more as HansH approached and he sat down beside me, facing me.

"Here, the prince is back" seduced Nandini. "Lucky I came here and told you to come home for a bath. Otherwise, Brother Alisah could see your disheveled look because you didn't sleep all night." Nandini turned to me, she smiled cheerfully, looking very happy for her older brother. "He's very worried about you, brother. You see his eyes, he must have been crying all night."

Uhuh. HansH blushed. A sweet smile came back to his face. "Yes, thank you, my dear sister. Thanks also for the fruit parcel. You can go home now."

"Oh, did you kick me out, brother?"

"Come on. understand a little."

"I'll tell Aunt that you just want to be alone here."

Back, HansH smiled happily. "Just up to you. What matters is, don't bother your sister. Okay?"

Nandini smiled back and grabbed her handbag. "alright. Happy nostalgia then."

Nostalgic? Which part is it? The part he kissed me like that night? Argha! This is the man I had to destroy his life for Brother Sanjeev. But I love her so much, God....

"I'm leaving, yeah. May it heal soon." Nandini hugged me and whispered, "You're perfecting my brother's happiness. Please please happy him."

I can only reply with a nod. Nandini smiled sincerely at me, she waved her hand then walked out of the room.

"Daddy...."

And the door was closed again.

"Good morning."

"Em, good morning. I'm...."

"I love you."

"Eh? You...?"

"I love you, Alisah? Who should I call you? With which identity?"

I'm down, agitated.

"With any identity," - HansH grasped my hand tightly, he looked me in the eye with all his love - "I still love you. I love you. I love you so much, Sweetheart. I don't care about your new identity. All I know is, I love you so much. Just you."

Oh my God, HansH caused bubbles of happiness to burst in my soul. My tears are dripping, crying in a smile.

"I love you too. I love you. I love you too, My HansH...."

Instantly, HansH hugged me. I hold my body so tightly. Real strong.

"Thank you, honey," he said. "Thank you."

I nodded, still crying happily in his arms. Oh my God, I take a deep breath as my chest is crowded with millions of joys. This is how it feels. warm in the arms of the man I love.

I happy. Very - very happy.