Fix It (MaAn fanfic)

Chapter 1.

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⚠️ Warning MaAn fans: Heavy Angst. Mentions of death, tragedy, depression, illness. Read it at your own risk, and if you want to enjoy every aspect of this story. Heartbreaking plot ahead.

Have your tissues ready. Presenting...The Angst.

"I'm sorry Anu. I'm so, so sorry." Anuj croaked out, trying his best to control his own sobs as he watched the endlessly running tears of his wife.

She just cried harder, her eyes red and swollen from crying since hours.

His heart ached, as he painfully watched his wife continuous wailing, his own silent tears conveying his helplessness.

He had always tried to be a good husband in every possible way, always did his best to eliminate every possible problem that caused his wife misery.

But how could he do that now? When he was the sole cause of the glaring, challenging problem?

His tear-filled eyes strayed towards the clutter of his endless diagnostic reports. All confirming the same results over and over again.

He had terminal illness.

Pancreatic cancer. Final Stage.

And the expected duration was fast approaching.

Unable to bear her tears anymore, he pulled her into his chest, his own sobs threatening to release.

"No, no, no!" Anu repeatedly cried against him, then abrupty pulled back her tear-stained face, when a thought struck her.

She gazed at him, her hands clutching his chest desperately. Her tearful eyes glimmered with hope as she said, "Maybe if we can still try, we can find some way. Right?"

Anuj sighed, grieving at the fact that his wife was still desperately clutching for hope when its obviously, completely fruitless.

He took in the features of his 67-year-old wife. Her greying hair, her sunken cheeks, her wrinkled skin and her worn-out, exhausted eyes. He didn't missed the eyebags that had formed since he had been diagnosed with that fatal disease.

But for him, she was still the most gorgeous 67-year-old woman that ever walked on earth.

His heart broke for her. He felt guilty and miserable by the fact that she was still trying to grab hope. Even if there is none left.

He felt terrible breaking the gut-wrenching news to her.

"Anu, jaan, how much more? We've already visited like every best hospital, national and international. Consulted every best oncologist in the world. And they all confirmed the same thing.." He cupped her face, his apologetic eyes staring deeply into her own sorrowful ones as he whispered, "There's no other way."

As the harsh realisation set in, the color drained from her face, and she vigorously shook her head, pulling away from him.

"No, no.." She whispered, haunted with the thought that her husband, her Anuj, her Bholuram, her Shayar Kapadia will very soon—

"No, no, no..." She stared at the far end of the wall, refusing to look at the apologetic, grief-striken face of her husband.

"Anu..."

He tried to go near her, but she immediately stepped back, away from those eyes that had given up...

On her. On life.