The hospital corridor was eerily silent, save for the distant hum of medical equipment. The air was thick with tension, a heavy sense of foreboding that clung to the walls. In the waiting area, the family sat in a somber vigil, their eyes fixed on the closed doors of the operating room.
Kairav clutched a photo of their parents, whispering silent prayers, his heart heavy with fear and hope. Aarohi, exhausted from the day's relentless emotional turmoil, had finally succumbed to a fitful nap, her head resting on Vansh's shoulder.
Abhimanyu stood apart, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the doors to the operating room. His mind replayed Akshara's last words, her voice a fragile whisper that cut through his very soul. He had wronged her in ways he could scarcely admit to himself, and now, standing on the precipice of an uncertain future, the weight of his mistakes bore down on him.
A sudden flurry of activity broke the tense stillness. Nurses and doctors rushed in and out, their faces masked with urgency. The family watched, helpless and frightened, as the chaos unfolded. Just as abruptly, the storm subsided, leaving an oppressive silence in its wake.
_____________________________
This story is about the fragile threads of trust that hold us together, and how their breaking can shatter even the strongest of bonds.
Goodbye, My Love
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, My Love
FanfictionThis story is about the fragile threads of trust that hold us together, and how their breaking can shatter even the strongest of bonds. This story is a continuation from Neil's death in the series.
