His Arranged Wife

Low Chances

Shridha's pov..

I didn't know what was happening around me until the nurses stopped me from going in while Rudransh was taken inside the operation theater. I insisted on going but they didn't let me and the legs which were somehow supporting my weight felt weak and I fell down on the floor crying. My body was shaking uncontrollably as we parted and the door slided to the end, closing completely. 

" Rudra, I am sorry. I couldn't protect you." I whispered while getting up and leaning my head against the door. I stood there for a long time and didn't know how long before my feets helped me reach the chairs and I sat over there. My eyes were locked on my hands which were resting in my lap, covered with blood and the heart wrenching thing was that it was his blood. The white kurti and pants I was wearing which had blue prints turned reddish brown due to the blood on them being dried. My heart felt heavy and my lips quiver. I didn't know what to do. Sitting alone on the chair staring at the white marble floor made me nauseated. I started to get suffocated and as I was about to get up there were numerous sounds approaching me. My head turned to my right as I saw Mr. Kapoor walking towards me in his blue suit probably direct from his work followed by Mrs. Kapoor and Shivansh. My heart stopped beating as a fear gripped making it almost impossible for me to breathe.

What will I tell them?

" Shridha, what happened? Who were they?" Mr. Kapoor asked while coming towards me and I stood up from the seat gripping the side of the kurti as tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't find words to speak and his eyes softened. 

" Dear,calm down for a second. Can you please brief us about what happened with you people?" He asked again and I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I pointed my fingers at the door of Operation theater while stretching my left hand.

" Dad...he...he..he got sh..shot." I said while taking every breath with great difficulty. I too do not know what had happened, I felt blank. I was with him when he was fighting but everything happened so fast that my brain couldn't process it. 

" Are you okay, dear? Are you hurt somewhere? Oh my god, look at her injury on her forehead." Mrs. Kapoor checked on me and I shook my head.

" I am fine, I don't know if Rudra is ....." Before I could complete my words, tears flowed down my cheeks and I broke again. Mrs. Kapoor hugged me and loosen every grip I had on me to stop me from being weak. 

" Let me check on him with a doctor till then Shiv, take Shridha and get her wounds treated." Mr. Kapoor said and Shivansh nodded. 

" I want to stay here, please." 

" Yes dear. First get your wounds inspected to prevent them from infection. I am here." Mrs. Kapoor said while patting my head and I followed Shiv. 

As the nurse was dressing my wound, I looked at Shiv to find him already looking at me. His gaze was soft but there was no expression on his face, it felt as if he was trying to read my condition. The smell of disinfectant hit my nostrils which made my head suddenly throb as the stomach started to twist and turn. I felt bile coming up to my mouth and I rushed towards the small wash basin at the side and vomited. 

" He bhagwan! .... O God." I heard him saying before he came behind me holding my hair back as I vomited. I rinsed my mouth and felt embarrassed as I turned towards him and he was just staring at me. 

" Are you alright? " He asked and I nodded my head. 

" Shiv, I need help." 

" First get your wounds treated, otherwise I am not leaving, so do you." He was stern.

" I will. Please don't let Mr. Kapoor meet the doctor. He recently had a stroke and it may affect him if something gets bad then it may turn worse." I said and he nodded his. The throb inside my head increased and I somehow managed to sit back at the seat while the nurse dressed my injuries.