Bound by her Innocent love, he will fulfill her every dream.
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"I want to be a bride"

Her hesitant voice echoed through his mind. He groaned in frustration. Rubbing his bleary eyes once again, he scanned through the report. Situation was getting bleak and his little patient was dying. For all the progress the medical field had ever made, he could not find a way to save her life.

He had done this dozens of time, gone over her report, but nothing new was in sight. She was still his 6 years old sick patient, whose health was deteriorating rapidly due to a chronic disease. By all means he knew she was not coming out of this alive. At this rate, that child had less than a month to live.

Sighing in fatigue and defeat, he closed the file and stared at the name of his little patient written in neat handwriting, "SWARA BOSE"
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He entered the imposing office with confidence he did not feel, he had most atrocious and ridiculous request, and silently slipped the request form in-front of the officer behind the desk.

The officer read the form raised his eyebrow in astonishment.

"Have you lost your mind Dr. Maheswari? What's the meaning of this?"

"An application form for my marriage?" he replied with a sigh.

"And your bride to be is a 6 year old child admitted under your care in the hospital you practice?" the officer kept staring at the doctor as if he had sprout out a second head.

"Yes," the doctor replied meekly.

"WTF," the officer stood abruptly banging the table, "you know this will be counted as crime. Child marriage, sexual exploitation, child molestation, don't you? Still you come here applying to permission to commit crime?"

"But she is dying," the doctor replied with crushing look, "she barely has a month to live. That child probably went to someone's wedding and dreamed of being a bride herself. But sir, she doesn't have time. For a child like her, wedding means grand venue, tasty food, awesome cake, beautiful bride, dance, music. She doesn't know about other sexual aspect of marriage. She just wants to be dressed up in white gown, walk down the aisle and say 'I do'. Nothing else."
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Couple of hours and heated discussion later, he finally had the permission to marry her, albeit with few conditions.
The doctor approached his tiny patient on her balcony and got down on his knees.

"Swara?"

"Sanskaar," she smiled looking at her doctor.

"I have to tell you something."

"Yes," her eyes sparkled with innocent curiosity.

"I have always dreamed of finding the right girl for me. A girl with sweet smile, loving nature and softest of voice. And today, I finally found her. Will you make me happiest man on earth and marry me?"
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Beautiful venue seated atop the hospital terrace was glimmering white in the evening sun. Gentle breeze kept on fluttering the white drapes. But the shy bride was highlight of the event. And he couldn't help but feel like a criminal for marrying a child. But as soon as he saw her gleaming face, his guilt flew out of the terrace.

And he couldn't be more happy when he said "I DO"
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A fortnight later, death was looming heavily in the ward no.613.

"Sanskaar?" her breathy voice tore through his heart.

"Yes," he replied with heavy heart.

"I'm scared of dark Sanskaar. Please make it light."

"Light would hurt your eyes sweety, so we have to make it dark," he just couldn't tell her that the disease had taken away he eyesight.

"Sanskaar?"

"Yes," he repeated their routine.

"Am I going to die?"

His breathe hitched and his lips went dry, still he croaked, "No"

"Will you find me again?"

"......"

"Will you find me again?" she asked again, "...maybe another lifetime"

Unable to reply to her question, he coaxed her to sleep.

And she never woke up again.
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The funeral was gloomy affair. He felt as if someone had torn his heart out. He felt an in-explainable pain. A dull throbbing in his heart. Shocked to the core, however prepared he had been, her last words echoed through his mind.

"Will you find me again? maybe another lifetime"

He didn't know where but he had heard her say that before. Maybe in another lifetime.

As he lowered her coffin, he couldn't help but promise her what she had asked of him...

"I'll find you Swara, again and again. In every lifetime."