6. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮

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Khada hu aaj bhi wahin

Ke dil phir beqaraar hai

Khada hoon aaj bhi wahin

Ke tara intezaar hai ❤️🤍

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I'm sitting on the bed in my guest house, where Sashya is staying

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I'm sitting on the bed in my guest house, where Sashya is staying.

The events of last night are still fresh in my mind. She collapsed, her body falling limply to the floor. 

Panic surged through me as I rushed to her side, checking for any signs of life. My hands trembling as I placed them gently on her wrist to feel for a pulse. It was weak and faint, barely there, and her breathing was shallow and irregular.

I didn't sleep a wink last night, haunted by the fear that I had pushed her too far. 

But now, in the faint light of dawn filtering through the window, she lies before me, pale and fragile. I can hardly bear to look at her like this, lying so still and fragile on the bed. 

Her beautiful face is pale and lifeless, her breath so shallow. I feel a mix of guilt and regret, knowing I pushed her too hard. I blame myself for not realizing how exhausted she was. 

As I watch her sleep, I'm seized with anxiety, worried for her safety but too afraid to touch her in case I hurt her further. 

Despite her weak state, she still looks beautiful, her face softly lit by the morning light, her body pale and fragile.

Her hair is tousled and messy, sticking to her face due to the excessive sweat.Her body lies motionless, and her breathing is so shallow that it seems as though she may stop at any moment.

Her lips are dry and chapped, and her face is pale and gaunt, with a slightly blue tinge around her mouth. Every breath she takes is short and shallow, as if it takes all her strength to push air into her lungs.

Her thin clothing is loose and disheveled, revealing her slender and small shoulders. Her petite frame looks even more fragile and weak under the thin fabric. Her breaths are barely perceptible, like a small bird struggling to stay alive.

The sight of her in such a vulnerable state only deepens my worry, highlighting just how weak and exposed she is. The contrast between her delicate appearance and the reality of her situation makes my heart ache, and I'm left feeling helpless and desperate to do whatever I can to bring her back from this brink.

Gently, I lift her into my arms and remove her top, careful not to jostle her too much. 

Last night, she collapsed because she had a high fever caused by the rain, and I blame myself for pushing her to the brink. 

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