AbhiRa : Duriya

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Akshara's POV

"Now you must be happy, right?" His voice pierced the air, laced with bitterness and accusation. "Finally, you're happy that our son lost his life. Go and shower your love on your beloved daughter and her father!" His words struck me like a blow, each syllable carrying the weight of his pain and resentment.

"Abhi," I cried out his name, my voice trembling with anguish. How could he say such things? The pain of losing our son was already unbearable, but to be blamed for his death was a torment beyond measure.The weight of his accusations crushed me, each word carving deeper into my already shattered heart.

"I have lost my son," I choked out, struggling to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. "I can't express how painful it is for me. I regret every moment that I wasn't able to protect him."

"It's all your fault," he seethed, his voice laced with venom. "You chose your daughter over my son, and now because of you, he is no more. How could you let your son be killed?" His words pierced through me like a dagger, leaving me reeling from the intensity of his anger. "I hate you, Akshara, I hate you. I will never forgive you, never."

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As I entered the room, the familiar sight of Abhi lying motionless in his hospital bed greeted me. With a heavy heart, I took a seat beside him, gently clasping his hand in mine. "Abhi," I began softly, uncertainty lacing my words. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I need to tell you something. Today, your business partner, Parth, came to visit you."

A pang of unease prickled at the back of my mind as I spoke his name, the memory of our previous encounter still fresh in my thoughts. "He wants to move you to a foreign hospital," I continued, my voice tinged with apprehension. "But I don't know if it's the right decision. I don't trust him, Abhi. Something doesn't feel right." A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I struggled to articulate my fears to Abhi, unsure if my words would ever reach him.

Just then, a gentle knock echoed through the room, interrupting my one-sided conversation. Turning towards the door, I watched as a nurse entered, her expression solemn yet composed. "Ma'am," she began softly, "Inspector Veerpratap is here to visit you."

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As I entered the waiting room, my heart pounded with anticipation, knowing that Inspector Veerpratap was there to discuss the ongoing investigation into my husband's accident. His formal greeting as I took a seat across from him did little to ease the tension that hung thick in the air.

"Hello, Mrs. Birla," he began, his tone serious and businesslike. As I took a seat opposite him, he wasted no time in getting to the heart of the matter. "I won't beat around the bushes. When your husband's accident occurred, I personally inspected the site. From the damage to the vehicle, it seemed as though it had been pushed by another vehicle from behind. I awaited the forensic report to shed light on the type of vehicle involved, but upon receiving it, I found discrepancies between the evidence submitted and the report."

His words sent a chill down my spine, and I listened intently as he continued to unravel the unsettling truth. "As I attempted to delve deeper into the matter, I unexpectedly received a transfer order to another city. However, one thing is abundantly clear: your husband's accident was not a mere case of reckless driving, but rather a potential attempt on his life."

His revelation hit me like a bolt of lightning, sending shockwaves through my entire being. The implication that Abhi's accident may have been a deliberate act of harm left me reeling with disbelief and fear.