....................."There's something about your eyes that tells me there's much more to you that meets the eye".
............."I've witnessed her cry with yo...
"But have you seen her smiling standing by my side"...........
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Shreya rushed into the hospital after listening to her mom's words on the call,her heart pounding with a mix of worry for father and the shock of seeing her past splashed across media headlines.
The sterile smell of antiseptics and the hurried footsteps of nurses only added to her anxiety.
The hospital corridors echoed with the frenetic rhythm of footsteps and beeping machines, a constant reminder of the urgency that filled the air. Her heart raced as she hurried to her dad's room, mind swirling with a tumult of emotions.
As she reached the intensive care unit, her mother was already there, her eyes red from tears. "Mom, what happened?" Her voice trembled as she spoke.
Her mother hugged me tightly, whispering, "It's your father, Shreya. The shock of those photos, coupled with his existing health issues, caused him to collapse."
She stepped towards her father , where he lay unconscious. Machines beeped rhythmically, monitoring his vital signs. Shreya's eyes filled with tears as she held her father's hand, silently begging for him to wake up.
Her mind raced back to the university function where everything had gone awry. The moment she saw those intimate pictures of her and Atharva projected on the screen, her world seemed to crumble. And now, seeing father in this state, guilt gnawed at her heart.
Her breath caught in her throat as she approached her father's motionless form. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the room, each beep a stark reminder of the fragile thread that held her father's life.
Tears welled up in shreya's eyes as she reached out to hold her father's hand. Memories flooded her mind - of happier times, of her father's laughter, of moments that now seemed like distant dreams.
Atharva's unexpected presence at the doorway drew her attention.His eyes reflected the same pain and helplessness that she felt. Without a word, he approached and stood beside her, offering silent solidarity.
He stood at the doorway, his usually composed demeanor now tinged with concern and remorse. "Shreya, I'm so sorry," he murmured, his voice barely audible.
She turned to him, her eyes reflecting pain. "Sorry? Sorry doesn't fix this mess." She said sobbing silently while hitting his chest.
Atharva's shoulders sagged, guilt evident in his eyes. "I never intended for this to happen. I know it was my mistake and I should have double-checked everything but please don't be this way everything's gonna be fine. "
She didn't say anything but went into her brother's arms with an emotionless face.
"Don't worry baccha it wasn't your fault"lakshya said hugging her and seeing her being devastated and blaming herself for what happened in her mind.
"B..but if I wouldn't have been involved in with him at first then dad wouldn't have been...been like this" She said in a hesitatingly low voice.
"Naah! It isn't the way you're thinking it is.Dad's health was already not good.So don't blame yourself and even atharva for anything that happened. Whatever happened in past shouldn't affect the present. I'm sure it happened mistakenly and it wasn't his fault. You know I didn't like you being with him since childhood but this time I think that he wasn't wrong in this case. He loved and respected our dad just as his. You can see he's also worried as hell for him. So forget about him and whatever that happened some time ago for a while."
