Here is the promised sketch)
Kriti has arrived, but I am not happy at all, I feel as if something is on fire in my chest and is pressing her, pressing on her ribs and breaking out. But I can't understand. I should ask Dr. Priya, she always finds words for me. Yes, I'll go and ask.
Oh, there she is! As soon as I wanted to call her, she was delighted with the arrival of Kriti and said that she was not interested in me, she did not want me and was talking about a fictitious marriage.
Again something in my chest flares up, this time the bones seem to break from the fire, why do I feel so bad? As if there is not enough air. Even the ceiling of the room seems to be pressing on my head and my whole body. But I didn't feel that way in the elevator. It was completely different, I was holding Dr. Priya, no, just Priya almost in my arms and I don't know what would have happened if not for those two.
My hand is made to caress her face and burrow into her hair, her hair... It's so, I can't find words to describe it enough. The elevator was cramped, but I felt as free as ever before. For all my years, even next to my Jaan, my dear mother.
And now Dr. Priya says that she does not need me, is not interested, and puts me in the hands of Kriti.
I take off and scream right into her pretty face:
- How dare you? Do you really not want me? What then do I see again and again in your eyes?! What kind of fire is pressing my chest?! You know?! Well, don't be silent, I can't stand this?
Will you say again that you don't need me? And I will never believe!
Ram screamed this and opened his eyes, realizing that it was all an illusion. Everything but fire.
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