I have visited him in the future. There, Sahir seemed as hopeless as I am now.
He was dying. He called my name. He wanted to talk with me on the phone. So, he called. He begged me to see him. "I can't," I said. "I am now married with Indrajit, though a temporary marriage one, but I respect him, and I care of him."
However, then I met him at the hospital. His illness was getting worse than the last time he talked on the phone about his pain. "Where is your wife?" I asked. "We got divorced," he answered. "Again?" I was being cynical. So, I went to the hospital. Indrajit accompanied me, but he did not enter the room. "It is weird, how could I miss you like this, Amrita?" He looked into my eyes in agony. "So, I started to reply all your beautiful and sad letters in the past," he continued with his gloomy eyes. He gave me a black box, and I opened it. There were so many envelopes in lovely paintings and charming smell. "You have chosen the way Sahir Ludhianvi got away from Amrita Pritam, for we had reincarnated from them, so then our lives would repeat the same story." I said to him. "Would you date me in the next life, Amrita?" He asked. I smiled with tears. "Only when you don't think I am too smart, or when you don't see me like a worthless woman with lupus, or only when you are not proud of yourself being a handsome, lovely prince and famous writer." He laughed, and laughed, painfully. "Amrita, I love you." So, he said that. He finally said that. "Will you take picture with me?" He asked. "Please?" He took my hand. "Why? You look so old, now. So old, that everyone thinks you are my dad." He smiled, "And how a miracle, you look much much younger than your age, you look so young even after all the pain you have been through as a lupus warrior." I nodded. "This could be your last wish, so why not?" I remembered those days when I visited him in the future. I couldn't stop thinking of it, but life goes on. I would not tell Sahir about this. I have promised myself that there will be three things I would never do with him unless he is so sick and dying. I will not talk again to him. I will not take picture with him. And, I will not meet him for any personal purpose. All my journeys to the future were mostly happened, either so soon, or so late that I almost forget about it. What can I do now is only to deal with my regret. When he also finally said "I miss you, Amrita" I burst into tears. "We all must grow through pains. If only you know how much I miss you, Sahir. If only you know."
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