Royal series ( Book 1) 18+
Hi, Im your authorbrishti this is my first story i hope you will like it ....
MISHTI DAS is a 24 year old beautiful bengali girl ,she is funny but ambivert kind of a girl who aspires to open her "own music academy", as she...
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After some time, the doctor emerged from the ICU with a solemn expression, delivering a shocking revelation that left everyone stunned. "He is out of danger," the doctor said, a collective sigh of relief filling the room. "We are shifting him to a bed for recovery."
I felt a surge of hope and gratitude wash over me. As I moved forward, eager to see Arhaan, his mother stepped in front of me, her eyes still filled with pain. "You are not going inside," she said firmly, her voice laced with lingering resentment.
Summoning every ounce of courage, I stood tall and met her gaze with unwavering determination. "I love him, and I have every right to be by his side," I replied boldly. "You may not believe it, but I want what's best for him, just as you do. I'm not going anywhere.
The room fell into a tense silence, everyone holding their breath as they watched the confrontation unfold. Arhaan's mother looked at me, her eyes hardening for a moment before softening, filled with exhaustion and grief.
She opened her mouth to respond, but Arhaan's father gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Let her be," he said softly. "We all want Arhaan to get better. This isn't the time for blame."
Reluctantly, she stepped aside, her gaze lingering on me for a moment longer. I nodded my thanks to Arhaan's father and moved towards the door of Arhaan's room, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and hope.
Inside the room, the sight of Arhaan lying on the hospital bed, pale but alive, brought tears to my eyes. I approached him slowly, my heart aching with the memory of our last moments together.
I reached out and gently took his hand in mine. "Arhaan," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I'm here. I'm so sorry for everything. Please, come back to us."
His fingers twitched slightly, and I held my breath, watching for any sign of consciousness. I felt a presence behind me and turned to see Arav and Vansh standing in the doorway, their faces a mixture of concern and hope.
"He's strong," Arav said quietly. "He'll pull through."
I nodded, squeezing Arhaan's hand gently. "Yes, he will," I agreed, my voice filled with determination. "We'll get through this together."
As I stood by Arhaan's side, holding his hand, the tension in the room slowly began to lift. The steady beeping of the monitors was a comforting reminder that he was still with us, fighting to recover. I brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, my heart aching with the weight of everything that had happened.
"He's a fighter," Vansh said softly, stepping closer to the bed. "He always has been."
I nodded, blinking back tears. "I know. And I'm going to be here for him, every step of the way."
Arav placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "We're all in this together. Arhaan's going to need all of us."
The door creaked open, and a nurse stepped in, checking the monitors and making notes on her chart. She gave us a small, encouraging smile. "He's stable for now. The next 24 hours are crucial, but he's in good hands."
