A little of everything

Previously:  The last snow - part 6 “Sometimes fate takes away the things which you need the most.” Beep ... Beep ... Beep. The heart rate monitor made the continuous sound. Rohan's Dad was waiting for Rohan to become conscious. He was sitting on the armchair near to where Rohan lied. Seeing his only son in such condition was indeed not what he ever dreamt of. Rohan got a fracture in the left hand and major cuts and bruises on his legs. He got 10 stitches on the left side of his forehead just above his left eye because of glass pieces. It caused heavy loss of blood and due to which he fell unconscious immediately. Thankfully, it saved his eye. Rohan: Da ... Da..D ? (Somehow Rohan's lips escaped those words.) Dad: Son! No. Don't stretch your eyes. You got stitches. (He immediately came near the hospital bed.) Rohan: Dad! (A tear escapes his eyes and he continues.) Dad... Whe . . re. . is Di..ya? Dad: She is okay son. Please calm down. I need...

The tale of love Previously:  The last snow - part 5 After confessing about being in love to his Dad, Rohan was looking forward to a perfect life ahead. On the other hand Diya was on cloud nine where all her   puzzles   pieces were falling at the right place. She was eagerly waiting for the dinner and meet Rohan's Dad. “Hello, so are you excited?” Rohan asked Diya on the phone. “ Ya..I am   excited, nervous and   umm ..” Diya nervously replied Rohan. “Chill.. Relax..” Rohan broke out in laughter. “Idiot.. Don't worry. Even my chance will come to tease you when you meet my parents.” Diya mockingly. “ Haha . . whatever. I am bold enough hah! I won't freak out like you.” Rohan proudly announced. “Let the time come. We will see! By the way leave this all. Tell me what should I wear. Indian or western?” Diya asked. “Hah? Doesn't matter. Wear whatever makes you comfortable.” Rohan replied. “But I am meeting your Dad. You kn...