haunted.

death

TW- suicide & depression.

During Virat's pregnancy, despite the challenges, there were precious moments of happiness. Rohit would often talk to Virat's belly, imagining their future with little Ishan. They cherished the fluttering kicks and the quiet nights spent planning their son's life. Rohit would cook Virat's favorite meals, and they would sit together, feeling Ishan's movements and dreaming about the day they would finally meet their son.

One evening, as they lay in bed, Virat whispered, "Do you think Ishan will have your eyes or mine?"

Rohit smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Virat's face. "I hope he has your smile. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Virat laughed softly, tears of joy in his eyes. "I just want him to be healthy and happy."

As the months passed, Virat's health declined. He became weaker with each passing day, yet his spirit remained strong. Rohit was a constant source of support, never leaving his side. He would hold Virat's hand during the doctor's visits, reassuring him with his presence.

One night, as they sat together on the couch, Virat leaned his head on Rohit's shoulder. "I'm scared, Rohit. What if something goes wrong?"

Rohit kissed the top of Virat's head, holding him close. "We'll get through this together. I promise."

On the day of the delivery, complications arose. Virat had to undergo an emergency C-section. The hospital room was filled with tension as doctors worked to bring Ishan into the world. Rohit was by Virat's side, gripping his hand tightly.

When Ishan's first cry filled the room, a wave of relief and joy washed over them. They had a son. Rohit brought Ishan to Virat, who cradled their newborn with trembling hands.

"He's perfect, Rohit," Virat whispered, tears streaming down his face. "Look at him."

But soon, Virat's condition worsened. He grew weaker by the moment, and the doctors were unable to stabilize him. As the medical team worked frantically, Virat turned to Rohit, his voice faint. "Promise me you'll take care of Ishan. Promise me you'll make sure he's happy."

Rohit's heart shattered as he clung to Virat's hand. "I promise, Virat. I promise I'll take care of our son."

With that, Virat's eyes fluttered closed, and his grip on Rohit's hand loosened. Rohit was left holding their newborn son, his heart breaking into a million pieces. He felt an overwhelming emptiness, thinking Virat was gone forever.

Hours later, a doctor approached Rohit, who was sitting in the waiting room, still in shock and clutching Ishan. "Mr. Sharma," the doctor said gently, "I have some news. Virat is alive, but he's very weak. We managed to stabilize him, but it's going to be a long recovery."

Rohit's eyes filled with tears of relief and gratitude. "He's alive?" he whispered, hardly daring to believe it. "Can I see him?"

The doctor nodded. "Yes, but only for a moment. He needs to rest."

Rohit entered the room where Virat lay, pale and frail, but breathing. He gently placed Ishan in Virat's arms. "Our son needs you, Virat. I need you. You promised we'd do this together."

Virat opened his eyes, a weak smile forming on his lips as he looked at their son. "I promised," he whispered, tears streaming down his face. "I'll keep fighting for both of you."

In that moment, despite the fear and uncertainty, they found a glimmer of hope. They had their son, and Virat was alive. Together, they would face whatever came next, holding on to their love and the promise of a future with Ishan.