AbhiRa : Duriya

4

The urgent blare of breaking news echoed through the room, instantly capturing my attention. "Breaking News: Renowned businessman Mr. Abhimanyu Birla. involved in a serious accident," the anchor announced, his voice tinged with urgency.

My heart lurched at the sound of Abhi's name, my stomach churning with anxiety. Frantically, I dialed my assistant, instructing her to cancel all of my appointments and meetings. Without a moment's hesitation, I rushed towards my car, my hands shaking as I fumbled for the keys. With each passing second, my anxiety soared, fueled by the uncertainty of Abhi's condition.

As I drove towards the hospital,  my thoughts swirled with fear and apprehension. What had caused the accident? How serious were Abhi's injuries? The questions buzzed in my mind, relentless and unyielding. Losing Abhir was devastating, and now facing the possibility of losing Abhi too was unbearable. Despite our separation, he still holds a significant place in my heart, and the thought of losing him like this fills me with dread.

I barely remember how I managed to navigate the streets, my mind consumed by fear for Abhi. Arriving at the hospital, I felt my body tremble as I stood in front of the operating theater where he was undergoing surgery.

Hours passed like an eternity as I anxiously awaited news of Abhi's condition. When the doctor finally emerged, my heart lodged itself in my throat, the anticipation almost unbearable.

"He's still in critical condition," the doctor's words hung in the air, sending a shiver down my spine. "We'll need to observe him for the next 24 hours to assess his condition further."

I felt a wave of numbness wash over me as the reality of the situation sank in. Abhimanyu, the man I had loved and lost, now lay fighting for his life in a hospital bed.The sight of Abhi lying in the ICU, his body battered and bruised, was enough to bring tears to my eyes. Despite my assistant's insistence that I take a break, I couldn't tear myself away from Abhi's ICU room.

When I finally met with the doctor again after the agonizing wait, their words struck me like a blow to the chest. Abhi had slipped into a coma. "I'm sorry," the doctor said gently, "but it seems he's fallen into a coma. We're doing everything we can, and hopefully, he'll recover soon. Our head physician, Dr.Shashank Sir, will be arriving in a few days, so there's hope for Mr.Birla's recovery."

As I sat vigil by his side, memories of our past flooded my mind. I couldn't help but think back to simpler times, when we were young and carefree, our love untainted by the trials of life.

But now, as Abhi lay motionless before me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt wash over me. Had our past mistakes come back to haunt us? Was this the universe's way of punishing us for our wrongdoings?

In that moment, all I could do was pray for Abhi's recovery, hoping against hope that he would emerge from this ordeal unscathed.
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