The sterile white lobby of City General Hospital hums with a low drone of medical equipment and hushed whispers. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, casting harsh shadows on the polished floor. Amara paces back and forth, her heels clicking sharply against the linoleum, phone clutched in her manicured hand. Every few seconds, she checks the screen, eyes searching for a message, a sign, anything. Anxiety gnaws at her insides, fueled by the cryptic phone call from Siddharth and the gnawing suspicion of what might have transpired between Aahaan and Nischay.
Amidst the thoughts, Zoya collided with a figure seemingly carved from ice.
"Watch it, you clumsy buffoon!"Zoya hissed, the syllables dripping with disdain like honey on a scorpion's barb. Her lips contorted in a sneer, highlighting a perfectly sculpted nose. Amara recognized her instantly - Zoya, the daughter of Mister Jay, the biggest drug dealer in the underworld.
Amara scoffs, a harsh, humorless sound. "Watch where you're going, you walking kaleidoscope," she hissed, the voice as sharp as the starched cotton saree she wore.
"At least I don't need a village fair's worth of trinkets to get noticed," Zoya spat, her voice like brittle ice scraping against stone. "And honey, the only fire you ignite is the one burning your own bridges."
Amara met the icy gaze head-on, her smile twisting into a bitter knot.
"Bridges?" she echoed, the word tasting sour on her tongue. "Maybe some of us don't need bridges when we have wings."
The words hung in the air, barbed and brittle. Zoya's lips curled into a humorless smile, devoid of warmth. "Wings," she scoffed, the single word a dismissal sharper than any knife. "Perhaps, but even Icarus got too close to the sun."
With the last words, Zoya glided away, leaving Amara standing amidst the echoing silence.
"Room 207," She breathes, remembering the number Sid told her.
Room 207 is at the end of the corridor, the sterile blue glow of medical equipment casting an eerie pallor over the space. As Amara pushes open the door, a wave of antiseptic air hits her, mixed with the faint scent of blood and sweat. The room's light were off, it was barely visible. Nischay lied on the bed, face pale and drawn.
Amara approaches him cautiously, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. The anger she felt towards Zoya evaporates, replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated concern.
"Aahaan," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "What happened? Are you okay?"
Nischay stirs, his eyelids fluttering open. He sees Amara, her face contorted in worry, and a flicker of something indecipherable crosses his eyes. But he says nothing, his gaze dropping to the sheets.
Nischay watched Amara approach, his heart stuttering in his chest like a hummingbird trapped in a cage. It had been months since he last saw her, months. Months of silence, of gnawing guilt, of a love simmering like embers beneath a blanket of ash.
Her arrival was a sudden gust of wind, swirling through the sterile hospital room and stirring the ashes of his resolve. The heels clacking on the linoleum echoed like accusations, each click a reminder of the choices he'd made, the paths he'd chosen.
As she came closer, the light danced in her eyes, once pools of molten chocolate where he'd found solace, now shimmering with a hurt he couldn't decipher. Was it anger, that cold fire he knew too well? Or was it sorrow, the echo of their shattered relationship a melody of heartbreak in her gaze?
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Pyaar Once Again
Fanfiction"If I can't have you , darling." He aimed the gun at me. "I'll end you" He smirked
