Concealed with Obsession

18. Not Needed

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Patiala, Punjab, India

Trishnoor's pov

My whole body was shaking the moment Sukhman told me what all happened.

I gasped with fear and tears rolled down my eyes.

What have I done..

"S-Sukhman please tell where is Junnu. Please take me to her. Is she okay? Please Sukhman, please." I cried.

"Don't worry didi. Akaal has taken her to the hospital and-"

"Take me to my Ajooni. Please. I beg you." I joined my hands and cried even more.

Akaal kept on saying me to not to send Junnu there, but because of me, just because of me all of this happened.

I am not a good mother.

My baby is in pain because of her mother.

"Akaal, I'll call him" I said while picking my phone up.

First ring..

Second ring..

"The number you are trying to reach, is currently busy"

He hanged up my phone?

N-nahi, must be by mistake.

I call him again.

And same thing happens.

And when I tried last time,

"The number you are trying to reach, is switched off"

Tears flow more from my eyes as I fall down on the sofa with my head in my hands.

"I'm so sorry Junnu..." I couldn't stop but cry.

"Didi please dont cry its not good for your health-"

"Sukhman please take me to my baby. Please. I beg you please." I said as I cried even more.

"But Aka-"

"Sukhman please! She's my baby! Even though I did a mistake but she is my little girl."

"Please dont take stress didi, she'll come back home-"

"Take me to her!!"

"Okay. I'll take you. Don't cry."

She held my hand softly and we both went downstairs.

She called a taxi and gave some address.

Reaching the hospital, I wiped my tears and ran inside.

"A-Ajooni Kaur Virk." I said to the receptionist.

She looked at me with suspicious eyes and then looked at a paper.

"And who are you?" She asked.

"Her mother. Sh-She is my daughter."

Yes Noor she is your daughter and she is in this state because of you.

"And-" she was about to say something when suddenly Sukhman interrupted,"didi come with me, I'll take you. I work in this hospital." She said and took me.

We reached the 7th floor.

There was just nothing on this floor except for one room.

No hustle and bustle.

Nothing.

Not a single soul could be seen.

Sukhman typed in a passcode at the door and it opened.

I gasped seeing my girl unconscious.

Akaal was on the bed, hugging unconscious Junnu.

I ran inside and was about to touch her when Akaal looked at me and drifted her away from me.

"Akaal.."

He didn't say anything.

Didn't even had an eye-contact with me.

Her little hands were bruised.

I tried touching her again when Akaal hugged her tightly and again changed the side.

"Akaal please-"

And he never replied or even looked at me.

My heart was broken.

Neither I could become a good mother and ofcourse not a good wife cause I didn't listen to him.

A failure.

Thats what I am.

"I am so sorry Akaal-" I tried touching again but this time before anyone could respond the door opened and the doctor came in.

"Sir, the this injection." He said and gave her an injection.

My throat was paining.

I was crying, but the pain my soul was feeling from was unbearable.

I was consumed by a crushing sense of guilt, feeling utterly helpless and responsible for my daughter's unconscious state.

My heart was heavy making me feel useless and powerless.

The weight of my regret was suffocating, and I was struggling to find a way to make amends and forgive myself.

But could anything be amended?

Could my daughter's pain be amended?

All I could think of was what pain my little one must be suffering from.

Because of me.

Akaal picked her up and went to another bed and softly placed her on it while patting her head.

I step back.

He is the best father.

I take another step back.

Tears continuously rolling down my face.

God, please give all of her pain to me. But please make her okay.

But I take another step back.

My soul was getting crushed from within.

My back collides with the door and I silently move back.

The way he didn't even let me touch our own daughter..

He hates me...

He should. It's good.

Afterall I am the reason.

I quietly turn around and go out.

You're not needed here Trishnoor.

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