Hredhaan
Guilt.
A feeling everyone wants to escape but no one shy’s away when comes to making others guilty.
But I felt it.
Guilty for not finding her earlier.
Guilty for letting her go through such a horrible incident.
Because I know this incident will leave lifelong scars and trauma on her soul.
I felt horrible standing at the doorstep of her ward contemplating my next move of either going inside and checking on her or turning back and leaving this place.
I cannot face her.
I don’t want to face her.
Hredhaan Singhania was scared and guilty for the first time in his life.
And I fear this won’t be the last time.
All thanks to Aaradhya Malhotra.
“Hredhaan” Kunal suddenly appeared in front of me taking me off guard.
“Why are you standing here”? He asked.
“You should go inside aaradhya was asking for you” he continued.
I know.
Finally mustering courage I entered in her room.
She looked pale.
She looked towards me.
Her ambers weren’t shinning like they should.
They were hollow and lifeless.
“Thank you” she spoke in her weak voice.
“For what”? I found myself asking.
“For saving me” she stated the obvious.
Fuck this is so awkward.
What should I say?
Your welcome?
My pleasure?
“That’s completely alright I would have done that for anyone” I blabbered what came in my mind.
“Oh still thank you” she again thanked me.
“Okay I will leave then” I said.
I don’t want to leave.
I want to sit here and stare at you.
What the fuck?
Where did this even come from?
“Okay” she agreed.
Okay?
“Okay” I repeated.
She stared at me as if I am crazy and have lost my mind.
I left from there realizing what I was doing.
Left? You almost ran from there you fucker.
Without taking kunal and her confusing sister’s leave I left from the hospital.
I reached my residency as soon as possible and went straight away to my room.
I don’t want to think about her.
But I cannot stop thinking about her.
I didn’t know when I drifted to sleep but it was broken by a loud knock on my room.
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