Haasil- Never Give Up On Love

PART- 90 (Feels Like Forever)

Ramadan Mubarak everyone. May Allah SWT grant all your wishes in this holy month. Stay blessed. ✨🤍

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And, yes.... It's 1 year of this crazy book. Hope you all are enjoying their journey. This book will end in a few more chapters (Less than 100). And, it's my last SidNaaz book. :)

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And, I would like it more if you guys talk more about the chapter than ask for the next part in the comment section when I update a chapter. It's fucking irritating fr...

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SIDHARTH POV

"I am afraid to inform you all that, as Ms. Gill didn't wake up after 36 hours of waiting. She went into a coma. And, we can't tell when she will regain her consciousness."

"What do you mean by that doctor? My dau..daughter?"

"No. My Sana baby... Suraj."

"I mean to say Mr. Gill, that she can come in conscious in after a few days, months, years.... Or,"

"Or? Doctor say it... Or what?"

"There's a high chance.. Maybe never."

"Never? What are you saying?"

"There's no timeline when she will wake up, Mr. Gill. I am sorry. But she might die in her coma."

"No. My Sana baby. Suraj please do something. Please save my Sana."

"Doctor, she is my only daughter. Please, save her. I beg you. I will give you all my money, just save her. Please save my girl."

"I am sorry Mr. Gill. We did our best. Rest is up to God and her will to fight for her life. We just have to wait and pray now. Be strong Mr. and Mrs. Gill."

I felt his sympathetic eyes on me. "You too, Mr. Shukla. Stay strong."

I can't move. I can't breathe. I can't feel.

I'm numb.

My mind is roaming on his words. Coma, maybe, never, die in coma.

Is this a fucking joke?

She was absolutely fit and fine in that morning. Even after I left for the airport. We talked. We laughed. I saw her happy and excited. She was smiling at me. Flirting with me. She teased me calling 'Daddy'. She was excited for my return. She was planning to welcome me, with a surprise.

Now what?

Everything is destroyed.

Just like that.

How?

I don't believe this. Shit.

That. There's a chance, maybe my princess will never wake up. There's a chance, she might die in coma. There's a chance, she will never see me again. She will never know—

How miserable I am without her?
How incomplete I am without her?
How I can't function without her?
How I am half-dead without her?
How I am nothing without her?

I am nothing without her.

Just nothing.

How could she do this to me?

How could she just give up on her life?

On me? On us?

She has no right over her life. She, her life, her every breath, every inch of her skin. Her everything is mine. Because, she is fucking mine. Like, I'm hers.