𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕

CHAPTER 28♡

Just as Arya was about to collapse to the ground, Shreyansh swooped in, his arms encircling her frail form, holding her close as if he'd never let her go. He and vihaan had arrived mere seconds earlier, witnessing the gruesome scene unfolding before their eyes - Arya, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination, plunging a knife into Al's chest amidst a sea of lifeless bodies. The shock of it all propelled them forward, their feet pounding the ground as they rushed towards her.

But it was too late. Arya's wings, once strong and resilient, now trembled violently, her body swaying precariously before plummeting towards the ground. Shreyansh's reflexes kicked in, and he caught her just in time, cradling her in his arms as if she were a fragile doll.

As he gazed down at her, his heart skipped a beat. Arya was drenched in blood, her once-pristine clothes now stained crimson. Shreyansh's eyes widened in horror as he took in the sight, his mind reeling with the implications.

"Arya's been shot!" Vihaan exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear, as he pointed to the bullet wound on her shoulder. The blood oozing from the wound seemed to mock them, a grim reminder of the gravity of the situation.

Shreyansh's face paled as he gently lifted Arya's shoulder, the phone's light casting an eerie glow on the wound. "Arya, open your eyes, please!" he begged, his voice cracking with desperation, but she remained still, her eyes closed, her body limp in his arms. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the sound of their ragged breathing....

Vihaan's hand trembled as he brought his fingers to Arya's nose, his heart racing with fear. He held his breath, waiting for a sign of life, and then his face turned pale. "She's breathing lightly, Shreyansh," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Shreyansh's eyes remained fixed on Arya's lifeless form, his gaze pleading with her to open her eyes. But she lay still, her face pale, her body limp in his arms. Vihaan's words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation.

"We have to take her to the hospital, now," Vihaan urged, his voice cracking with desperation. But his words trailed off, left unspoken, as the weight of their reality settled in.

Shreyansh didn't respond, didn't even glance at Vihaan. Instead, he scooped up Arya's fragile form, cradling her in his arms as if she were a precious, broken doll. He took off in a sprint, racing through the forest with a desperation that bordered on madness, as if he could outrun the darkness closing in around them.

"Please, jaan, sorry... please don't punish me so much for my mistake," he begged, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. "Please open your eyes and talk to me, Arya... fight with me," he implored, his words echoing through the forest, a heart-wrenching plea to the universe to spare her life....

"You're crazy, you yourself don't know what you're saying!" Shreyansh exclaimed, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and conviction. "She's totally fine, she's just punishing me, nothing will happen to her. She'll open her eyes, just see!" He tried to convince himself, recalling Vihaan's words that sent a chill down his spine - "She's breathing lightly."

Memories of Arya's bravery flooded his mind, her fierce determination etched in his memory like a beacon of hope. "Did you see how bravely my Arya fought against so many men? She's not that weak that she'll give up so easily, nothing will happen to her," he muttered, trying to reassure himself.

Vihaan's urgent voice pierced the air, "Shreyansh, listen to me!" but Shreyansh didn't falter, his feet pounding the ground as he ran towards his car. He couldn't shake off the feeling of impending doom, his heart racing with every step.

Finally, he reached his car and gently laid Arya down on the back seat, his hands shaking as he buckled her in. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her, his mind replaying the events of the night like a haunting melody. He slid into the driver's seat, his eyes fixed on Arya's pale face, willing her to open her eyes, to come back to him.
Fight with him...