Rain Of Love : A Downpour of Romance (On Hold)

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AUTHOR'S POV

As the atmosphere began to calm after the emotional exchange, Mishti’s phone buzzed with a message notification. She absentmindedly picked it up, expecting nothing urgent. However, as she read the message, her heart sank, and her face paled.

The message was from her step-sister, and it read: "Mishti, it's Grandpa. He's critical. The doctors say you should come to the house as soon as possible."

Mishti's breath caught in her throat, and she felt a rush of panic. Her grandfather was one of the most important people in her life. The thought of losing him was unbearable.

“Arhaan!” she called out, her voice trembling with urgency.

Arhaan, who had been in the living room, rushed over immediately. “What happened, Mishti?”

“It’s my grandfather,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. “He’s critical. I need to see him at the house.”

Arhaan's expression turned serious as he quickly processed the gravity of the situation. “Okay, let’s go. We’ll leave right away.”

Arhaan’s mother, noticing the sudden commotion, approached them. “What’s going on?”

Mishti, struggling to hold back her tears, explained, “My grandfather is critically ill. I need to see him.”

Arhaan’s mother’s face softened with sympathy. “I’m so sorry, Mishti. We’ll pray for his recovery. Please let us know if there’s anything we can do to help.”

Arhaan's father, having just dealt with his own stressful news, stepped in and placed a reassuring hand on Mishti’s shoulder. “You go to him, Mishti. Family is the most important thing. We’ll take care of everything here.”

Mishti nodded gratefully, her heart heavy with worry but buoyed by the support of her new family. Arhaan quickly grabbed his car keys and guided Mishti towards the door. As they hurried out, Arhaan's mother called out, "Take care, and drive safely. Keep us updated!"

Arhaan helped Mishti into the car, and they sped off towards her grandfather’s house. Mishti clutched her phone tightly, praying silently for her grandfather’s health, while Arhaan reached over to hold her hand, offering silent comfort and strength as they navigated through this moment of crisis together.

As they sped toward her grandfather’s house, Mishti struggled to calm herself. The tears kept coming, and the memories flooded her mind, overwhelming her with both sorrow and gratitude.

Arhaan squeezed her hand, his eyes filled with concern. "Mishti, talk to me. Tell me what's going through your mind."

She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady her voice. "When my mother died, I was so young. It was the worst time of my life. I felt lost, like my whole world had collapsed. But my grandfather... he was always there for me."

Arhaan nodded, encouraging her to continue. "What did he do?"

Mishti wiped away a tear and smiled faintly through her sadness. "He moved in with us to take care of me. Every night, he would tell me stories before bed, stories about bravery, love, and hope. He would hold my hand and promise me that everything would be okay. He was my rock when everything else felt so uncertain."

Arhaan's heart ached for her. He could see how much her grandfather meant to her and how deeply this news was affecting her. "He sounds like an incredible man. No wonder you're so strong, Mishti."

She looked at him, her eyes glistening with tears. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost him, Arhaan. He's been like a father to me. I can't lose him, too."