The forced alliance (Completed)

chapter 28: Door jaaoge jo tum mar jaaenge hum

In a frantic rush, Abhimaan carefully scooped Aradhyaa into his arms, her head resting against his chest. The once bustling cafe had fallen silent, bystanders watching with a mix of concern and curiosity as he navigated through the door and towards his car.

Her body felt fragile in his arms, and the urgency of the situation heightened his senses. Abhimaan's heart raced as he placed Aradhyaa in the backseat, her pale face etched with pain. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his trembling hands as he fastened her seatbelt, his touch gentle yet urgent. Her hand, cold and trembling, clutched his tightly, seeking comfort in the midst of the unforeseen chaos.

As he settled into the driver's seat, his eyes flickered with worry, scanning Aradhyaa's face for any sign of response. He murmured words of reassurance, "Hang in there, love. We're going to the hospital, and you'll be alright. Just stay with me."

The strangers who had offered to help earlier now assisted Abhimaan in securing Aradhyaa, making sure she was as comfortable as possible given the dire circumstances. Their concerned expressions mirrored the gravity of the situation, their collective efforts a testament to the unexpected turn of events.

While driving through the city streets, Abhimaan's mind raced through memories of their time together. In an attempt to keep Aradhyaa conscious, he began talking about their first date, the laughter, and the stories they shared. "Remember our first date, Aradhyaa? The laughter, the stories we shared. We're not letting go of that. You're my strength, and we'll get through this," he spoke with a mixture of desperation and determination, his voice wavering at times.

The car sped through the city's heart, each passing moment marked by the urgency of the situation. The distant wail of an ambulance underscored the severity of the moment. In the midst of chaos, their love, once a source of joy and comfort, became the anchor Abhimaan desperately clung to in the face of an unforeseen tragedy.

He gets her admitted and starts crying and calls everyone, tulika, aarav her and his parents.

Amid the sterile white walls of the hospital, Abhimaan stood with tear-stained cheeks, his hands trembling as he clutched the phone. The harsh reality of the situation had taken its toll, breaking through his composed exterior. With a quivering breath, he dialed the numbers, seeking solace and support from those closest to him.

As the phone rang, Tulika's voice crackled through the receiver, "Hello?"

Abhimaan's voice, choked with emotion, responded, "Tulika, it's Abhimaan. Aradhyaa... she's in the hospital. It's serious." His words carried the weight of despair, and Tulika's cheerful tone instantly shifted to one of concern.

"What? Abhimaan, I'm on my way. Aarav and I will be there as soon as possible. Stay strong," Tulika reassured him before ending the call, urgency propelling her into immediate action.

Next on the list was Aarav. Abhimaan's fingers hesitated over the screen before pressing the call button. Aarav's voice echoed through the line, "Hey, Abhi, what's up?"

The words struggled to escape Abhimaan's quivering lips. "Aarav, it's Aradhyaa. She's... she's in the hospital. Please come. I need you." The vulnerability in his voice cut through the distance, conveying the severity of the situation.

"I'm on my way, Abhi. Just hang in there. We'll be there soon," Aarav responded, his tone a mix of concern and determination.

The next call was to Aradhyaa's parents, a conversation Abhimaan dreaded. With a heavy heart, he dialed the number, the seconds ticking away like an eternity before someone picked up.

"Hello?" Her father's voice, usually warm and jovial, now carried a hint of worry.

"Dad, it's Abhimaan. Aradhyaa... she's in the hospital. It's serious, and I thought you should know," Abhimaan's voice wavered, struggling to convey the depth of the situation.