Third PERSON POV
Adarsh gently placed Aashvi on Yashi's bed, his heart heavy with emotions. As he turned toward the door, tears welled up in his eyes, falling silently down his cheeks. Just as he reached for the handle, a small, desperate voice called out.
"Aap kaha jaa rahe ho? Aap yahi raho na aaj... please naa, doctor uncle."
Adarsh squeezed his eyes shut, letting the tears fall freely. He inhaled deeply, wiping them away before turning around.
"Nahi, baccha... aap so jao. I will be in my cabin," he said softly.
Aashvi, unwilling to let him go, jumped down from the bed and ran toward him, wrapping her tiny arms around his leg.
"Please so jao naa, doctor uncle... please," she pleaded, her voice breaking.
Adarsh's heart clenched at her innocent request. Kneeling down, he gently stroked her head.
"I will come after I finish my work, okay? Now, you go and sleep," he reassured her.
Aashvi looked at him for a moment before reluctantly nodding and walking back to her mother. Adarsh watched them for a moment longer before finally stepping out of the room.
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Aashvi soon fell asleep, her small head resting in Yashi's lap. Yashi absentmindedly massaged her daughter's scalp, her mind numb with thoughts. She glanced down at Aashvi and whispered,
"You know your father is not a bad person... he lo-"
Before she could finish, Aashvi interrupted.
"Mumma, please... mujhe bahut neend aa rahi hai. So jaane do," she mumbled, turning away.
Yashi's heart ached, a single tear slipping from her eye. She nodded silently, watching as Aashvi drifted deeper into sleep. Carefully, she laid her daughter's head on the bed, placing a few pillows beside her.
She knew Adarsh needed her right now.
Determined, she stepped out of the room in search of him.
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ADARSH'S POV
As soon as I entered my cabin, rage and frustration consumed me. I grabbed everything in sight-vases, photo frames, files-and hurled them across the room, letting them shatter into pieces.
I was a failure.
A failed husband. A failed son. A failed brother.
And now... a failed father.
"Why?! Why am I like this?!" I screamed, my voice raw with pain.
Just then, the door creaked open. My breath hitched as I saw Yashi standing there.
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Third PERSON POV
Adarsh's eyes flickered with anger and frustration the moment he saw Yashi. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, his knuckles white from clenching his fists.
"Why the hell are you out of bed, Yashi?! You need rest!" he snapped, his voice laced with frustration.
Yashi flinched but quickly composed herself. Without hesitation, she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.
Her eyes scanned the room, heart clenching at the sight of her husband in such a broken state. Sweat glistened on his face, his eyes bloodshot, his hair disheveled. He looked utterly lost.
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