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"Ishuu, calm down," her mother pleaded, trying to soothe her frantic daughter, whose forehead was drenched in a cold sweat, her chest heaving up and down as if it was about to collapse under the weight of her worries.
Tears streamed down her cheeks like a relentless torrent, her eyes fixed desperately on the car window, willing the vehicle to stop so she could finally meet him, her heart aching with every passing second.
But the journey to the hospital seemed like an eternal, excruciating nightmare, stretching out before her like an endless, desolate desert.
Her mind was a _maelstrom of terrifying, soul-crushing thoughts, each one piercing her heart like a dagger, leaving her feeling helpless and shattered.
"Ishuu, don't panic, just 5 minutes more," her father's voice called out from the driver's seat, trying to reassure her, but his words offered little comfort. Rahul sat beside him, his heart heavy with worry, his eyes filled with a deep concern as he gazed at his sister's distraught, tear-stained face.
"Nothing will happen to him, bacha," her mother whispered, cradling Ishuu's tear-stained, trembling face in her hands. Ishuu's tormented, anguished gaze met her mother's, filled with a deep-seated guilt, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.
"But all this is only because of me, na? This situation...," Ishuu's voice trailed off, unable to articulate the anguished, torturous thoughts that were consuming her from the inside out, leaving her feeling broken and shattered.
Her mother's eyes filled with a torrent of tears as she hugged Ishika in a comforting way, trying to calm her frazzled nerves. But that one hug unleashed a tsunami of emotions, and Ishika broke down in her mother's warm, loving embrace, her body shaking uncontrollably as she sobbed uncontrollably, her heart feeling like it was shattering into a million pieces.
After a few agonizing minutes, the car stopped with a screech, making Ishika look outside with a mix of anxiety and desperation.
Her eyes widened in utter desperation as she saw the hospital building looming before her. She hurriedly opened the door, stepped out, and rushed inside, her hand instinctively cradling her little bump, her mind racing with terrifying thoughts.
Despite her mother's frantic, pleading calls, Ishika continued walking, her eyes fixed on the reception counter with a sense of tunnel vision. "A-vyaan Singh Rathore," she stammered, her voice trembling with anxiety, her heart pounding in her chest, as she asked about his room number.
The lady at the counter looked up from her laptop, her expression softening as she gazed at Ishika's anguished face. "Yes, he's here, but who are you? His relative?" she asked gently, her voice filled with compassion.
"Biwi hu unki" Ishika replied, her voice barely above a whisper, her words laced with emotion. The lady nodded sympathetically and spoke, "He was shifted to room number 6 from the ICU just a little while ago."
Ishika's eyes widened in horror as she gasped, "ICU?" Her mind was racing with terrifying thoughts, her heart sinking with every passing second. Why was he in ICU? Was he badly hurt?
The lady's words cut through Ishika's panic, but they only added to her distress. "Yeah, his body has several internal wounds." Ishika felt a chill run down her spine as she processed the lady's words, her heart heavy with fear.
"That's the way," the lady pointed down the corridor, her voice seeming to fade into the background as Ishika's world narrowed to a single focus. Ishika nodded mechanically, her eyes fixed on the path ahead, as she stepped forward with a sense of trepidation, her heart pounding in her chest.
Her halts stopped as she saw the whole Rathore family there, the doctor standing there was speaking something which made their face a relief.
And the doctor left, they all turned and their eye's stopped on her standing figure, her eye's softened looking at her family after months.
"Ishuu" Mahi came to her with hurried steps and hugged her soothingly, Ishika hugged her back, Mahi tapped on her back "doctor said he will be okay till tommorrow morning don't worry" Mahi spoke her words giving relief to Tyr storm inside her.
She broked the hug and looked at her face her eyes red cause of crying, Mahi cupped her face she was seeing her after a month, she last met her one month ago.
"I think you should see him" Mahi spoke on which Ishika nodded, and walked inside the room, as she closed the door her gaze stopped on him.
He was lying on the bed, his eyes closed a white bandage on his forehead, his hands were injected with different medical machines.
Her heart sank like a stone, and with trembling legs, she walked towards him, her hesitant steps echoing in the silent room. Her shaky hands reached out, and she gently placed them on the back of his hand.
A solitary tear rolled down her cheek, followed by small, heartbreaking sobs that filled the room. She buried her face in his hand, and tears streamed down, falling onto his hand like a relentless rain.
"Just because of me, everything is happening," she cried, her voice cracking with anguish. She lifted her gaze, and her eyes locked onto his face. After gazing at him for what felt like an eternity, she summoned a sad smile, bent down, and gently pecked his eyes. "I'm sorry" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, and seeing him lying there, helpless and hurt, was shattering her into a million pieces. "Ishuu," her mother called out softly from the doorway.
Her mother stepped inside, cupped her face, and wiped away her tears. "Why are you crying, bacha? He's okay; he'll wake up soon. Don't cry," she reassured her. Ishika hugged her mother tightly, hiding her face in her warm embrace.
"Do you want to be with him?" her mother asked, her voice filled with compassion. Ishika nodded fervently, and her mother nodded in understanding before leaving.
Ishika's gaze fell upon his other hand, which was bandaged and plastered. She gasped in shock, her heart skipping a beat. She rushed to his side, gently touching the plastered palm. It was hard, just as she had feared. Tears streamed down her face as she realized the extent of his injuries.
Seeing him like this, broken and battered, was crushing her soul. "Every time I do something, it's always something shitty that hurts others," she cried, her voice husky with emotion.
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The only sound in the silent room was the steady, haunting beeping of medical machines, a constant, agonizing reminder of his fragile, precarious state. Moon rays streamed through the window, casting an ethereal, gentle glow on Ishika's sleeping face, which was etched with worry and fear.
She clutched her dupatta tightly, seeking comfort and solace from the cold, unforgiving winds that whispered menacingly through the room, sending shivers down her spine.
It was 8 pm, and the Rathore family had reluctantly left for their home, adhering to the hospital's rules, which seemed so heartless and cruel. Only his two brothers remained, along with Ishika's brother, who refused to leave his sister alone, sensing her deep distress and vulnerability.
Suddenly, the winds outside picked up, causing Ishika to scrunch her eyes, as if trying to shut out the darkness that lurked outside. She slowly opened them, rubbed the fatigue away, and realized where she was â in a hospital room.
Her gaze immediately darted to his bed, and her heart skipped a beat, then sank like a stone, as she saw that it was EMPTY. He wasn't there. Panic set in, gripping her like a vice, as she frantically scanned the room, her tension escalating with each passing second, which felt like an eternity.
She rushed to the washroom, knocked, and then turned the knob, but he wasn't there. A chill ran down her spine as fear gripped her body, its icy fingers closing around her heart.
She called out his name, "A-vyaan, where are you?" her voice stuttering with desperation, cracking with emotion, as tears streamed down her face. That's when her eyes fell on the door beside the washroom.
With shaky hands, trembling with fear, she opened it and stepped inside. Her heartbeat stopped as she saw his body lying there, colored in his own blood, his stomach stabbed multiple times, his face pale, his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping, but she knew he wasn't.
"AVYAANNNN" she shouted, her voice echoing through the room, a primal scream that tore through her very soul. But it was just a dream. She woke up, coughing, gasping for air, her heart racing like a jackrabbit, her sheets drenched in sweat.
She immediately reached for the glass of water, her hand shaking, and gulped it down, trying to calm her racing heart, which felt like it was going to explode.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead, still trying to process the vivid, disturbing nightmare that had felt so real. "What the heck? How can I get these types of dreams?" she wondered, her mind reeling with fear, her heart heavy with anxiety.
That's when her eyes fell on his bed, which was actually empty this time. This wasn't a dream; it was a harsh, heart-wrenching reality. What she had just seen was unfolding before her eyes like a nightmare.
She gulped, her throat constricting with fear, and got up, her eyes welling up with tears. Fear occupied her whole body, making her tremble with anxiety.
"Avyaa-n..." she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "Avyaan, where are you?" She slowly walked to the washroom, her heart pounding in her chest, and knocked, but there was no reply.
She twisted the knob, and the door creaked open. Everything was happening just like in her dream, and her heartbeat was getting faster, threatening to explode.
She looked at the door beside the washroom, and her body started trembling uncontrollably. With shaky hands, she opened the door, her eyes closed tightly, as if she didn't want to face the reality.
The door was open, but her eyes remained closed, as if frozen in fear. Summoning every ounce of courage, she slowly opened her eyes... and there was nothing. She let out a sigh of relief, her body sagging against the doorframe.
It was a small bedroom, and she stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. Everything in the room was white, pristine, and untouched.
The windows were open, allowing the moonlight to peek inside, casting an ethereal glow on the room. She took one more step towards the window, her eyes drawn to the moon, now a silver crescent in the sky.
"Mere alawa kisi or ko yu niharna achi baat nahi, biwi"
(It's not good for anyone else to see you like this, wife).
Her eyes widened in shock as his voice reached her ears, sending shivers down her spine. She turned immediately, her heart racing with anticipation... and there he was, sitting on the sofa, a drink of alcohol in his hand, and a smirk on his lips, his eyes glinting in the dim light.
An uncomfortable silence hung in the air for a few seconds, the tension between them palpable. Ishika's eyes scanned him from head to toe, her gaze lingering on the glass of alcohol in his hand. She felt a surge of anger and rushed to him, snatching the glass away. "Why the heck are you drinking this?" she demanded, her voice low and menacing.
Avyaan leaned back, a smirk still plastered on his lips, which only fueled her anger. "I'm asking you something..." she began, but before she could finish, he pulled her onto his lap by her wrist.
She landed on his lap, her hands on his chest, her eyes wide with surprise. Their gazes met, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Avyaan's eyes softened, and Ishika's anger began to dissipate. She gulped, her heart racing with anticipation.
Avyaan's hand moved towards her face, gently tucking the hair strands behind her ears. "Wha-t ar-e you doi..." she stuttered, but before she could complete her sentence, he silenced her with a gentle "Shhhh."
Ishika's eyes locked onto his, her heart skipping a beat as he whispered, "I missed you a lot" A chuckle escaped her lips, and she teased, "Jhut bhi hadd mein bola jaata hai, Pa-Avyaan"
(Even lies should have a limit, Avyaan).
A smirk formed on his lips as he listened to her reply, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "And why do you think I won't miss my biwi?" he asked, his hand wrapping tightly around her waist.
Ishika's eyes narrowed, her voice taking on a serious tone. "If you had missed me, we wouldn't be here after two months. Where were you for two months, haa?" Her question made Avyaan's face harden, his eyes clouding over with memories of the horrors and murders that had transpired during their separation.
Avyaan's voice was low and husky as he replied, "This is not the correct time to tell you about these two months." Ishika's eyes went confused, her mind racing with questions.
Avyaan's hand began tracing her soft cheeks, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Only I know how I've lived without you" he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.
Ishika chuckled, a hint of sadness in her voice, "At least you were living these past two months, but I was dead" Avyaan's eyes moistened as he gazed at her hurt, vulnerable face. He didn't have any answers to give, but one thing he had wanted to say for two months finally escaped his lips.
"Biwi, I'm sorry... I'm really, really sorry for whatever happened" he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I know this isn't enough, but still... I'm sorry. I'm ready to do whatever you say to earn your forgiveness" His eyes were downcast, filled with remorse, as he awaited her response.
She was silent, her face a mask of emotions. But when Avyaan looked up at her for a reply, she suddenly got up and started walking towards the door. Avyaan's heart clenched in pain, feeling as though she was walking away from him, from their relationship. He too got up, following her, his eyes fixed on her retreating back.
Suddenly, her leg slipped on the floor, and she let out a terrified cry, "Ahhhhh Mera bachaaa" Fear occupied her entire being, her eyes shutting tight as she awaited the impact.
But after a second, when she didn't feel anything, she opened her eyes to meet Avyaan's. However, his gaze wasn't on her face.
it was fixed on something else. She followed his gaze, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw him staring at her other palm, which was instinctively holding her little bump, protecting their unborn child.
"Humara bachaa" he looked up at her, his chest filled with different feelings he couldn't express his happiness, but when she nodded.
He hugged her tightly.
I know I'm a little late pr ye padhai toh picha hi nai chordtiið
4 days ago my second prelium ended and yesterday I had my farewell and now from tommorrow my pre boards are getting startð« , still I will try to update maximum after every 4 to 5th day.
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