A real life Story of faith meant to be betrayed !
In the tapestry of life, forever is a thread easily frayed, and happy endings are merely chapters in a book that never truly end, even in the closest of friendship. Forever is just a word we cling to...
Vivaan - ye lijiye thande- thande mousam mai aapki thandi - thandi cold coffee, pio aur bimaar ho jao ( he said mockingly)
?? - shukriya mere param sakha urf "chuchundar " 😹 and don't worry agar maar bhi gayi tho accha hi hai, tere se tho chhuthkara milega mujhe ( she said sipping her coffee ☕)
Vivaan - chamat dunga jyada bakwas kri tho..ese bhi pure saal mai ek din aati hai usme bhi ( he says getting irritates)
Kunal - offo bhaiya majak krri hai ma'am aap bhi na ( he facepalm cutely )
?? - wohi tho is behgan ke parathe ko samjhe tab na..chlo story shuru karte hai
Vivaan - huff ye log ( he sign*)
In the story..
Author Pov
Ruhi's battered body writhed in anguish, her tender soul crushed by the merciless assault. Abandoned by those who should have sheltered her - her own parents - she succumbed to darkness, her eyes locked shut, refusing to confront the heartbreaking reality. The silence of her loved ones was deafening, a haunting reminder of her isolation. As she lay unconscious, her fragile frame trembled with each labored breath, a testament to the unspeakable suffering she endured.
Ruhi - ( she try to stand up but fall due to unbearable pain ) hey Mata rani..mujhe..mujhe nahi jee..na ha..i na..nahi chahiye ye..e lo..gg na..nhi chahi..ye ko..koi bhi..i ko..i b..hi na..hi ( she sobbed with her broken voice)
[Ruhi's desperate attempt to release a tormented sob was stifled by the crushing grip of agony, her throat swollen with unshed tears. Her fragile form crumpled, depleted of all resilience. The bed's unforgiving edge slashed her forehead, drawing blood as she fell. The sound of her own heartbeat was the last thing she heard before the darkness claimed her, silencing her pain-filled cries. As she lay there, broken and bleeding, her slumber was a fleeting escape from the unbearable suffering that haunted her waking moments ]
Author Pov
The next morning, as the sun reached its peak at noon, Ruhi's absence downstairs raised no alarms, nor did her parents think to check on her. Hours ticked by, until finally, her mother decided to visit her room. As she opened the door, she was met with a heartbreaking sight. Ruhi lay motionless, a dried trail of blood streaked from her forehead to neck, the clotting a grim reminder of the unchecked bleeding. Horrified, her mother rushed to her side, her eyes welling up with tears.
Ruhi m - ruhi ..ruhi aankhe kholo baccha kya hua, ( he held her hand to shake her awake ) hey bhagwan itna fever ( she call her father)
Ruhi m - jaldi ghar aaiye aap, ruhi ko bhout tez fever hai aur saar pai bhi chot lgi hui hai pta nahi kese, bhout blood loss ho chuka h already jaldi aao.
Ruhi f. - wtf wrong with her, phele ka tamasha Kam tha jo ab, okay ghabrao maat mai aa raha hu jaldi hi ( he cut the call )
Time skips ~
Ruhi lay frail and vulnerable in the hospital bed, surrounded by the steady beep of monitors and the gentle hum of medical equipment. Intravenous drips fed vital fluids into her veins, a lifeline amidst the chaos. A compassionate nurse and concerned doctor tended to her, carefully collecting blood samples for urgent tests. The sterile hospital air was heavy with worry, as the medical team worked tirelessly to stabilize Ruhi's fragile condition.
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