???????? ???????? - ?????? ?? ????

? 1 ?

["Okay, okay, that doesn't mean you should take such steps. What problem has occurred that made you think of committing suicide?"]

"What the hell are you saying? I wasn't trying to commit suicide," he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief and frustration.

“Toh kya yahan railing pe khade hokar chidiya udaa rahe the?” She retorted, sarcastically.

["So were you standing on the railing here, pretending to be a bird?"]

"Excuse me, Miss…" he began, but she interrupted him.

"Kya excuse me? Ab aap yahan se chaliye… I can't leave you at the terrace now. Kya pata phir se kood jayein," she said, grabbing his arm and dragging him away from the railing.

"Arre… kya batmeezi hai ye? Leave my hand," he protested, frowning as he was being dragged by this unknown girl who had appeared out of nowhere.

Amrit didn't stop. She kept walking, her grip firm on his arm. Once they were safely inside, she released him and took a deep breath. "Listen, life is precious. Problems aati hain sabki zindagi mein, but running away is never the solution. Har problem ka solution hota hai, bas humein thoda himmat aur waqt chahiye hota hai. Happiness chhoti chhoti cheezon mein hoti hai. Aapko bas apni aankhon se dekhne ki zaroorat hai."

["Every problem has a solution; we just need a little courage and time. Happiness lies in small things. You just need to look at them through your own eyes."]

He stood there, furious, speechless, and utterly confused. Before he could respond, she turned to leave, pausing only to give him one last, piercing look.

"And remember, aap akela nahi ho. Kisi se baat karke dekho, kuch nahi to khud se baat karo. But ye raasta mat chuno. It's not worth it," she said softly, then walked away, leaving him standing there, his mind reeling from the unexpected encounter.

Akshat Singhania stood there, still processing the bizarre encounter, when another man approached him.

"Akshat, tu kab aaya? And why are you standing here like this?" the man asked. Akshat looked up to see his cousin Vedant Mathur, a tall and handsome figure, wearing his white coat, having just come from his hospital shift.

"Apartment ke bahar ek bacche ne mujhse kaha tha ki uski kite terrace ke upar jo tanks rakhe hain wahan chali gayi aur usse vapas chahiye thi. So, I was trying to get that kite. But achanak se ek pagal ladki aayi aur mujhe neeche gira diya. She thought I was about to commit suicide and gave me a lecture before storming off. Bewakoof ladki! At least dusron ki baat toh sunni chahiye. Khud hi assume kiya aur khud lecture de ke gayab ho gayi, Miss bullet train. Rukne ka naam hi nahi le rahi thi." Akshat explained, exasperated.

[Outside the apartment, a child had told me that his kite had flown onto the terrace tanks, and he wanted it back. So, I was trying to retrieve that kite. Suddenly, a crazy girl came and pushed me down. She thought I was about to commit suicide and lectured me before storming off. Foolish girl! She should have listened to others. She assumed on her own and disappeared after giving a lecture, Miss bullet train. She didn't even consider stopping.]

Vedant chuckled. "Accha, ab mood mat kharab kar. Chal, mummy pakode bana rahi hain."

[Don't spoil your mood. Come mom has made pakoras.]

They walked back into their home. As soon as they entered, a dramatic voice filled the air. "Akshat, mere jigar ka tukda, aaja mera baccha. Meri ankhen taras gayi thi tujhe dekhne ke liye. Kahan chala gaya tha tu?" Preeti Mathur, Akshat's aunt, greeted him with exaggerated emotion.

["Akshat, my dear one, come here, my child. My eyes were longing to see you. Where had you disappeared to?"]

Akshat shook his head with a smile. "Masi, mai kal hi aaya tha."