🌸𝔇𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢🌸 (Completed )

Chapter-30 Resurgence

Adhya pov.

It has been 15 days since I last had a proper interaction with Adi. While I respect his need for space, I'm also deeply concerned about his mental health. He's been completely shattered since Kiran's death, having invested his heart and soul into the case. Lately, he's been avoiding me, but I prioritize his comfort above all.

During my tea break amidst a grueling three-hour lab meeting, my mind was overwhelmed—I longed for Adi’s presence but resisted the urge to pressure him. Suddenly, my phone rang; it was Trishul. Without a second thought, I rushed to the hospital dormitory. There, to my dismay, was Ankitha, not just in the vicinity but hugging my Adi. However, Adi pushed her away promptly.

"I can understand your pain," she murmured, attempting to soothe Adi, but her eyes darted towards me as he looked my way.

I couldn’t contain my fiery glare, fixating it intensely on them without a word.

"Look, you really can’t grasp any of this," Ankitha said defensively, trying to defuse the tension. "There’s nothing going on; we’re just colleagues. I'm here solely as his friend."

"Excuse me? Who are you to vouch for my boyfriend?" I snapped, unable to hold back my frustration. "I know who he is and what he means to me. I don’t need your pathetic excuses." By taking long breath "just fuck off from my sight."

With that, Ankitha left. Adi's eyes met mine, his gaze laden with deep-seated regret.

"Why are you here?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I glanced towards Trishul, who discreetly left us to have some privacy.

"Trishul called me," I replied gently.

"I failed, Adhya. Another life slipped through my hands," he confessed, his voice flat, his expression unreadable.

"But Trishul mentioned the success rate of that operation was only 5%," I tried to reassure him.

"But still, there was a 5% chance, right?" His voice cracked slightly, revealing his inner turmoil.

"Yes, but we can’t blame you. It’s always a battle between life and death in these cases," I soothed.

"I'm going home," he said abruptly, turning to leave.

"Adi, wait," I called after him, my voice laced with concern.

"Can you come over today?" His tone was pleading, almost desperate.

"Of course, Adi. I’ll join you in the evening," I promised.

"That’s okay, I’ll take a nap then and prepare some food for us," he said, a faint hint of warmth returning to his voice.

I quickly finished my lab work, and Trishul dropped me off near Adi's apartment. Upset with the situation involving Ankitha, I wasn't ready to face Adi immediately, so I lingered outside his flat for about ten minutes. I’m only human, after all, and jealousy in such situations can be painful.

Then, gathering my resolve, I decided to knock on his door. I heard movement inside as he approached.

I entered to find Adi lying on the bed, looking utterly exhausted. Setting my bag on the table and slipping off my shoes, I approached him. Adi immediately wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly.

"You came," he murmured, relief evident in his tone.

"Of course, I came," I whispered back, returning his embrace warmly. I wanted to offer him comfort and support, though finding the right words was hard. I hoped he would open up in his own time. For now, holding him felt like enough.

After a while, I sat beside him on the bed and gently took his hand, caressing his knuckles with my thumb. "Adi, it’s okay to be sad about this," I said softly, my eyes searching his for any flicker of emotion.

Adi squeezed my hand back, his grip conveying the effort it took to hold himself together. I watched him closely, noting the struggle in his expression. After a moment, he opened his eyes, tears glistening in them, and my heart ached for his pain.

"I think I might never be a good enough doctor, or good enough for you," he confessed in a pained whisper.

"What does that mean, Adi?" I asked, a note of concern in my voice.

He shook his head slightly, as if to dismiss his earlier words. "Forget it. Let's have something to eat; I'm hungry," he said, changed the topic.

"Okay, sit down and I'll serve you," I said, trying to bring a sense of normalcy to the evening.

We sat and discussed his case for a while, but I could see he was struggling with the topic. Deciding to shift gears, I suggested, "Let’s plan something for this weekend. Maybe we could go to that picnic spot near the beach? I think it could be fun."

"I don't know," he replied, his expression still grim.

"Okay, how about we just do a Netflix and chill day here at your apartment?"

"What?" He seemed momentarily distracted.

"Or we could just order some pizza and good fried chicken," I offered with a smile, hoping to lighten the mood.

Adi finally laughed and agreed, the idea seeming to lift his spirits a bit. After deciding, I stepped out and texted Trishul to pick me up and drop me back at the PG.

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