BARRISTER BABU- One shots

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Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doctor approached him. "We've done all we can," he said, his voice weary. "She's stable now, but she's still unconscious. It's going to be a long recovery process, but hopefully, she'll pull through."

Anirudh let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. "When will she wake up?" he asked, his voice rough from tension.

"It's hard to say," the doctor replied. "She's suffered a severe head injury, and we're keeping her heavily sedated for now to reduce inflammation and prevent further damage. It could be a few days before she regains consciousness, or it could be longer. We just have to wait and see."

Anirudh nodded, his mind racing with the implications of the doctor's words. "Can I stay with her?" he asked. "Please. I don't want to leave her alone."

The doctor hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Fine. But you have to promise to stay out of the way and let us do our job. And you need to take care of yourself too. You look exhausted."

"And who are you to her?" The doctor's question caught him off guard, and he paused for a moment before answering. "She's... a really good friend," he said eventually, feeling a pang in his chest as he said the words. Because the truth was, he cared about her more than a friend should.

"Are you sure kid?" He met the doctor's eyes, a flicker of defiance in his gaze.

"Of course, I'm sure. Why would you ask that?"
The doctor studied him closely, his expression unreadable. "It's just... the way you've been acting since she arrived. The way you're holding onto her, the way you look at her. It seems like you care about her more than just a friend would."

Anirudh felt a pang of guilt. He knew the doctor was right, but he wasn't ready to admit it out loud. "No, you're wrong. We're just friends. That's all."

The doctor chuckled softly, clearly not convinced. "If you say so, kid. But just a word of advice - sometimes, it's better to acknowledge your feelings rather than denying them."

Anirudh didn't respond, his gaze shifting back to her face. The doctor's words echoed in his mind, stirring up his already tumultuous emotions. But he pushed the thoughts aside, focusing solely on her.

He reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, his touch gentle and filled with tenderness. "Please, wake up soon," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't bear to see you like this."

"Why? "

Anirudh startled, his attention snapping towards Alya. He had been so focused on her that he hadn't even noticed her standing there.

He took a deep breath before answering. "Why what? Why do I want her to wake up?"

"Why you are so worried about her
Bhai? "

Anirudh hesitated for a moment before responding, his eyes flickering back to her face. "I... I just am. I can't stand seeing her like this, so hurt and vulnerable. She shouldn't have to suffer like this."

"So that's it? "

"What else would it be?" Anirudh retorted, a defensive edge to his tone. He didn't like the way Alya was looking at him, like she could see right through him.

"Bhai please don't hurt her anymore. Aap pehle hih ushe bohot hurt kar suke hain. Bondita jabse iss college main aayi hain tabse apne uska jina haram kar dia. But please ushe aur hurt mat kijiye please"

Anirudh felt a pang of guilt as Alya's words sank in. He knew she was right - he had treated her badly ever since she had come to this college. He had insulted her, humiliated her, and done everything in his power to make her life miserable.

But seeing her like this, lying lifeless on a hospital bed, made him realize just how much he truly cared for her.

"You love her don't you bhai?" Anirudh's eyes widened in surprise at Alya's question. He hadn't expected her to be so direct.

He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding against his ribcage. "W-what makes you say that?" he stammered, trying to feign nonchalance.

"Your care for her, your eyes. You know bhai eyes never lies"

Anirudh felt as if Alya could read his mind. She was right, of course - he loved her. But he wasn't ready to admit it out loud even to himself because it will be her to know about this feelings

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled, avoiding her gaze.

He swallowed hard, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He wanted to deny it, to keep his feelings hidden away in the shadows.

Anirudh watched as Alya turned and left the room. He was left alone with his thoughts, which were swirling chaotically in his mind.

He looked down at her unconscious form, his heart constricting with a mixture of guilt and affection.

"Yes, I love you. But it doesn't matter anyway. You'll never feel the same way about me. Not after everything I've put you through."

Anirudh spoke the words softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He knew it was futile - she couldn't hear him, and even if she could, she would probably hate him for everything he had done to her.

But still, he couldn't keep the words from slipping out. They were a confession, a release of the pent-up emotions that had been bubbling inside of him for months.

"You deserve better than me," he continued, his eyes tracing the planes of her face. "You deserve someone who will treat you with kindness and respect, who will cherish you and make you happy. I've been nothing but cruel to you."

But  It's me who's selfish. I want you all for myself, even though I don't deserve you."

He felt a lump form in his throat as he spoke, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He reached out, gently stroking her hair, feeling the soft strands beneath his fingers.

"You're everything I'm not," he whispered. "You're kind, compassionate, and warm. I'm cold, sarcastic, and bitter. But somehow, I can't stay away from you."

He paused, his thoughts racing again. "You scare me, you know that?" he said softly. "You scare me because you make me feel things I never thought I could feel. I've spent my whole life building up walls around myself, shutting out anything that could cause me pain. But you... you tear down those walls, and I feel vulnerable, exposed."

"I've tried to push you away, to be cruel and distant. I thought it would be easier that way, but it's not. All it did was make me feel more alone."

He swallowed again, his eyes locked on her face. "Please, wake up," he pleaded, his voice cracking. "Please, I need to see your eyes, to hear your voice. I need to tell you how I feel, before it's too late."

He was quiet for a few moments, the only sound in the room the steady beeping of the monitors. He leaned forward, resting his head against the edge of the bed, close enough to feel her breath on his skin.

"Please be okay," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "If there's any higher power listening, please just let her be okay."

He closed his eyes, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him. The fear of losing her was almost too much to bear, and he found himself praying for the first time in years. He wasn't even sure who he was praying to - he just wanted her to be okay.

"I love you Bondita. Please wake up"

At that moment, as if in answer to his prayers, her eyelids fluttered slightly. It was a small movement, barely perceptible, but Anirudh's heart leaped with hope.

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Tadaa!! After months:)
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