🌸𝔇𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢🌸 (Completed )

Chapter 50 I and you

Adishh's POV

It had been five blissful days spent with Adhya and our growing baby, who was now 7 months and 10 days old. Basking in the warmth of family and friends, I felt content. As I prepared to return to Bangalore, a bittersweet pang hit me. Leaving Adhya behind, even for a short time, was never easy, but I knew our responsibilities awaited us.

Driving along the familiar road back to Bangalore, my thoughts were consumed with memories of our time together. The laughter, the late-night talks, and the gentle caresses that spoke volumes of our deep love. It was in these moments that I felt most alive, most complete.

Suddenly, my phone rang, jolting me from my reverie. It was my mother. "Adishh," she said, her voice laced with panic, "Adhya has fallen down the steps and is unconscious. We're taking her to the hospital right now."

The words hit me like a freight train. "What? How did this happen?" I demanded, my voice trembling with fear.

"I don't know, son. She just slipped. We’re doing everything we can. Get here as fast as you can," my mother urged.

Without another thought, I floored the accelerator, my car speeding down the highway. My heart raced, every minute feeling like an eternity. The thought of Adhya, our unborn child, lying vulnerable and hurt, was more than I could bear.

My heart pounded in my chest as I drove at breakneck speed towards the hospital. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each more terrifying than the last. I could barely see the road through the blur of my tears. "Please be okay, Adhya. Please be okay," I whispered to myself, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white.

When I finally screeched to a halt outside the hospital, I didn't even bother to lock my car. I sprinted through the entrance, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Where is she?" I demanded breathlessly at the reception.

"ICU, fourth floor," the nurse replied, recognizing the frantic look of a loved one.

I took the stairs two at a time, my legs burning with the effort. When I reached the ICU, I saw my parents and Adhya’s parents standing outside, their faces etched with worry and fear.

"How is she?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"She's in there," my father said, pointing towards the ICU. "The doctors are with her now."

I felt my knees go weak. I approached the glass window, my heart clenching at the sight of Adhya lying still, hooked up to various machines. Her head was bandaged, a stark reminder of the fall she had taken.

"How could this happen?" I whispered, my voice filled with anguish. I turned to our parents, my eyes blazing with anger and hurt. "You said you would look after her! You promised!"

"Adishh, we didn't know..." my father said, his tone helpless.

I shook my head, turning away from them in disgust. I collapsed into a chair, burying my face in my hands.

My mother stepped forward, tears streaming down her face. "It was an accident, Adishh. She slipped. We tried our best to keep her safe."

"Your best wasn’t good enough!" I shouted, my voice echoing down the corridor. "She's carrying our child! She needed to be safe, and you failed her!"

"We're sorry, son," my father said softly, kneeling beside me.

I took a deep, ragged breath, trying to regain my composure. "I want to see her," I said quietly.

Adhya’s mother reached out, her voice breaking. "We love her too, Adishh. We would never let anything happen to her on purpose."

The weight of her words sank in, and I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. Our parents loved Adhya as much as I did. I sank to the floor, my head in my hands. "I can’t lose her. I can’t lose them."