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N I K S H A N T

It's been four days. Four long, excruciating days since Aaravi closed her eyes and left me in this unbearable limbo. Four days since I last heard her voice, her laughter. It feels like an eternity, and I don't know how much longer I can endure this. Her stillness terrifies me; it gnaws at the edges of my sanity.

I sit beside her hospital bed, my hands trembling as I clutch hers, willing her to wake up. Her fingers are cold, unresponsive, and it's killing me inside. Every breath she takes feels like a miracle, yet every second she remains unconscious feels like a punishment I can't escape.

"My one mistake," I whisper to myself, my voice barely audible over the steady beep of the monitors, "my one assumption has brought her here. To this... this deathbed." The words taste bitter on my tongue, and I hate myself for speaking them aloud. But they're true.

I've always been a man who prided himself on control, on strength. Vulnerability was a weakness I never allowed myself to feel. Yet here I am, stripped bare of every defense, utterly helpless.

"It's been four days, and she hasn't opened her eyes or spoken to me," I murmur, my voice cracking under the weight of my despair. "I long to hear her voice. I hate this feeling-I hate feeling vulnerable."

I bow my head, pressing my forehead to the edge of her bed. "I hate being helpless," I confess, the words spilling out of me like a dam breaking. "I don't know what I'm feeling right now. It's like my life is slipping away, one moment at a time."

Images of her face flash through my mind-her smile, the sparkle in her eyes when she was happy, the way she would look at me like I was her entire world. And now? Now she lies here, lifeless, and it's all my fault.

"I know I've caused her so much pain," I whisper, my chest tightening with the unbearable weight of guilt. "But I never wanted this. I never wanted her to end up like this, lying in this hospital bed, fighting for her life because of me."

Tears blur my vision, and I clutch her hand tighter, as if my grip alone could bring her back to me. "Please, Bhagwan ji," I beg, my voice breaking, "usse utha do. Main usse kabhi bhi koi takleef hone nahi dunga. Bas usse mere paas wapas bhej do. Main maar jaunga uske bina. Please..."

I pause, swallowing the lump in my throat, but the words keep coming. "I realised now that I love her. I love her so damn much, and I can't live without her. I've never asked you for anything, Bhagwan ji. Not once in my entire life. But today, I'm begging you. Please... please send her back to me."

The silence of the room is deafening, save for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. It's a cruel reminder of her fragile state, a sound that should comfort me but only deepens my despair.

The pain I caused her is now tearing me apart, piece by agonizing piece. I see it now-how blind I was, how cruel my words and actions must have felt to her. They say karma hits back, and now it's hit me so hard that I can barely breathe.

I close my eyes, and her face appears in the darkness behind my eyelids. Her smile, her eyes, the way she used to look at me with love and trust-they haunt me. They follow me everywhere, a ghost of what I've lost.

"Please wake up, Cherry," I whisper, my voice shaking. It's the nickname I gave her, back when everything between us was simpler, when I still had the chance to make her happy. "I can't take this anymore. It's tearing me apart. Please wake up and let me fix everything. Let me mend the pieces I broke."

My head drops into my hands, and I cry silently. I've never felt so powerless, so broken. For the first time in my life, I can't fix what's gone wrong. The only person who can heal this gaping wound in my chest is lying in front of me, and she doesn't even know it.

"Please, Aaravi," I murmured, my voice trembling with emotion. "Open your eyes. Mom, Dadi, and even Aahana have been asking for you. How can I tell them their daughter is lying here because of me? How can I face them?" My voice cracked, and a tear rolled down my cheek. "Just wake up, please."

The room was silent except for the steady beep of the heart monitor. It was a sound I’d come to loathe, a cruel reminder of how precarious her life was right now. Every beat was a small victory, but it wasn’t enough. I needed her to open her eyes. I needed her to look at me, to speak, to yell at me, to do anything but lie there in silence.

The sound of the door opening startled me, but I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. His presence was heavy, filled with an anger and grief that mirrored my own.

"You can leave now; it's already late at night," Karanveer said, his voice cold and unyielding.

How could I leave her? I didn’t want to. Not now, not ever.

"I..." I hesitated, knowing full well that my presence here was unwelcome. But how could I leave her alone? How could I step away when every moment felt like it could be her last? I gathered my courage and spoke. "Can I stay here tonight? You can go home; you haven’t been there in days."

Karanveer’s laugh was humorless, bitter. "No, you can’t," he said, his tone sharp enough to cut through steel. He stepped closer, his eyes blazing with anger. "I don’t trust you around her. Who knows if you’ll harm her again?"

His words hit me like a physical blow, and I felt the air leave my lungs. I wanted to argue, to defend myself, but how could I? He was right—I had harmed her. Physically, the pain I’d caused her had led her here, to this cold hospital bed.

"And about my home," Karanveer continued, his voice trembling with emotion, "my home is right in front of me, lying in this hospital bed. Aaravi is my home, and I’m not leaving her for even a second."

His words shattered my heart into a million pieces. I had taken her for granted, failed to see what she meant to the people who truly loved her. To Karanveer, Aaravi wasn’t just his sister; she was his entire world. And I had broken that world.

"Just… tonight… let me stay," I insisted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Karanveer looked at me, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Why should I? Why should I let you stay after everything you’ve done? Give me one good reason why I should trust you."

I didn’t have a good reason. All I had was desperation and regret. "Because I want to be here," I said, my voice trembling. "I can’t leave her, Karanveer. I know I don’t deserve to be here, but I... I need to be with her. Please."

For a moment, he said nothing, his jaw clenching as he considered my words. The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating.

"You don’t deserve her," he finally said, his voice low but filled with venom. "You don’t deserve to sit here and hold her hand, to beg for her forgiveness. But for some reason, she chose you. And because of that, I’ll let you stay. Just for tonight."

Relief washed over me, but it was fleeting. His words were a painful reminder of the damage I’d done.

"Thank you," I said softly, my voice barely audible.

"Don’t thank me," Karanveer snapped. "You’re not doing this for her—you’re doing this for yourself. To ease your guilt. But guilt won’t bring her back, Nikshant. Only love can do that. And I don’t know if you have enough of it in you to make that happen."

He turned and walked away, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my guilt. I sank back into the chair beside Aaravi’s bed, my eyes fixed on her face.

"Karanveer’s right," I whispered. "I don’t deserve you, Aaravi. I’ve made so many mistakes, and I’ve hurt you in ways I can never take back. But I swear to you, if you wake up, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I’ll be the man you deserve—the man I should have been all along."

I reached out and took her hand in mine, squeezing it gently. "Please, jaan," I whispered. "Come back to me. Give me one more chance to make things right."

The night stretched on, and I sat there, holding her hand and whispering prayers into the darkness. I didn’t know if she could hear me, but I hoped with everything in me that she could.

"I love you," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I love you so much, Aaravi. I know I’ve never said it before, and I hate myself for that. But it’s true. I love you, and I need you to come back to me. Please."

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The day had been a blur of meaningless tasks and urgent issues, forcing me to leave Aaravi’s side and return to the office. My heart wasn’t in it, and my mind wandered back to her every second. I couldn’t focus. Every page I reviewed, every document I signed—it all felt insignificant compared to the battle she was fighting.

I sat on my leather chair, staring at the papers detailing some pressing issue that required my attention. My fingers drummed on the desk impatiently, my thoughts a chaotic mess of worry and hope.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed, snapping me out of my trance. I grabbed it instantly, a lump forming in my throat as I saw Aarav’s name flashing on the screen.

"Bhai, Bhabhi ko hosh gaya hai," Aarav’s voice came through, filled with excitement and relief.

The words hit me like a bolt of lightning. My heart stopped for a second, then surged with overwhelming emotion. I stood up so abruptly that my chair rolled back and hit the wall.

"Main aa raha hoon," I said, my voice trembling. Without wasting another second, I grabbed my keys and left my cabin, ignoring the confused looks from my staff.

As I got into the car and sped toward the hospital, my eyes welled up with tears. Happiness bubbled inside me, an emotion I hadn’t felt in what seemed like an eternity.

"She woke up," I whispered to myself, the words sounding surreal. "She opened her eyes."

The realization hit me fully, and I smiled through my tears. "I'm coming, Cherry," I murmured, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "I’ll tell you everything. I’ll say the words I’ve been holding back for so long. The words I wanted to say the moment I realized I love you."

Every red light felt like an eternity, every slow car an obstacle between me and her. My heart pounded with anticipation. I didn’t even care that my face was wet with tears—tears of joy, relief, and love.

Finally, the hospital came into view. I parked the car hastily and ran toward her ward, my feet moving faster than my thoughts. Her ward number was etched into my mind.

Ward 302.

I reached the door and paused for a brief moment, trying to collect myself. My hand trembled as I pushed the door open. The sight of her sitting upright, her eyes open and alert, made my heart swell with joy.

"Aaravi," I breathed, stepping into the room, my happiness radiating through every fiber of my being. But before I could say anything else, her voice cut through the air like a dagger.

"I want a divorce, Mr. Kapoor," she said, her tone cold and detached.

The words hit me harder than any blow I’d ever taken. My smile froze, the joy draining from my face in an instant. It felt as though someone had punched me in the gut, leaving me winded and disoriented.

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