Whispers Of The Heart

Chapter 15

Kuch chahaton ke ehsaas se dare hue hai, kuch ankahe jazbaat se dare hue hai,

Paya toh nahi tha tumhe, par tumhe khone ke halaat se dare hue hai.

2 Days Later:

The dim hospital corridor stretched before them, as the palpable tension hung heavy in the air. The waiting room now felt like a prison of uncertainty to the family, its sterile walls echoing the anxious whispers of worries.

It's been two days since Arham was kept in the ICU. He had undergone surgery on his shoulders, where the shreds on the glass had pierced his skin. There was a single wound on his forehead that had been stitched, but the doctor feared a severe internal injury due to which he was lying unconscious until today.

The doctor's had pronounced him still in danger, and the risk of slipping into a coma was still hanging over his head. Until this morning, when Daksh noticed him slightly moving his fingers. It was then that he informed the doctor, and now the whole family was waiting outside the room, waiting for any update from the doctor.

Suddenly, the heavy silence was shattered by the sound of hurried footsteps echoing out of the room. All heads turned as the doctor emerged from the ICU, his expression a mix of weariness and cautiousness. With measured steps, he approached the waiting family.

"He's out of danger now," the doctor announced, his voice cutting through the tension like a ray of light piercing through the storm clouds. A collective sigh of relief swept through the room, mingling with the soft prayers of gratitude.

"Congratulations!" His smile swept across the family members. "We are shifting him to the cabin. You all can meet him then."

The next half hour went by with the staff doing the necessary formalities and shifting Arham to the cabin.

Once he had settled, the family entered into the cabin. The room was quiet and well lit. The humming of machines no longer formed the background of the room.

Arham lay in his hospital bed, bathed in the soft glow of the overhead lights, breathing steadily, his eyes fluttering open to meet theirs.

The family's faces lit up with smiles, a stark contrast to the worry lines that had etched themselves into their features during the long hours of waiting.

"Are you feeling better?" Samina went near him, tears welling up her eyes, as she caressed his hair.

Arham simply nodded his head slowly, his eyes roaming around the room, taking into the faces of the people surrounding him.

"Aap toh mujhse milne aaye nahi, mujhe hi aapko dekhne aana pada," Sania smiled a bright smile, coming forward and hugging her brother, making sure to not touch his wounds. (You didn't come to meet me, I had to come to see you.)

He smiled a little, enveloping his arms around her.

They spent the rest of the time, meeting him one by one, praying for him, happiness etched across their faces.

After everyone had met him, the family gradually filtered out of the room, leaving him to rest. It was decided that Ashar would stay with him.

"Where's Dinayah?" he inquired as soon as the others had departed. "Has everyone found out about her?"

Ashar and Daksh exchanged a glance, a heavy silence settling over the room.

"What has happened?" he pressed again. "Do din nahi sambhal paye tum dono." Frustration was edged into his voice as he attempted to rise. (You both couldn't handle it for two days!)