Does Love Happen in Books?✅

Helping Hands

The months had passed in a blur of therapy sessions, emotional challenges, and adaptation. Veer, now accustomed to his new reality, had learned to navigate his world from a wheelchair, though the adjustment was far from easy. Suhana had been his unwavering support, her presence a constant source of strength. Together, they had faced each day, but the specter of uncertainty still lingered.

One sunny afternoon, the couple was in the process of reorganizing their home. Boxes and furniture were scattered around, a testament to their ongoing effort to make the space more accommodating for Veer’s needs. Suhana was rearranging items in a tall cupboard when disaster struck.

Veer was in the living room, carefully maneuvering his wheelchair over to a stack of books. He was focused on sorting through them when he heard a loud crash followed by a terrified scream. The sound came from the adjacent room where Suhana was working. Panic surged through him as he pushed himself towards the noise, his heart pounding in his chest.

Entering the room, Veer’s eyes widened in horror. The tall cupboard, which Suhana had been reorganizing, had tipped over and was now precariously leaning towards her. Suhana was pinned against the wall, her eyes wide with shock and fear. The cupboard was only inches away from falling directly on her.

“Suhana!” Veer’s voice was a strained shout. Adrenaline surged through him as he attempted to move. He had grown accustomed to the limitations of his wheelchair, but now, driven by desperation, he fought against the physical constraints of his condition. With a monumental effort, he managed to heave himself from his wheelchair, his legs trembling with the strain.

“Suhana!” he called again, his voice a mixture of urgency and fear. “Hold on!”

Suhana, her face pale with terror, turned her head towards Veer. “Veer, don’t! You can’t—” Her voice was cut off by the sound of the cupboard teetering dangerously.

Veer gritted his teeth, his determination overriding the pain and weakness in his legs. Using the edge of the wall for support, he shuffled awkwardly towards Suhana. Each step was a battle, his legs barely responding to his commands. With a strained groan, he reached out and managed to grasp the edge of the cupboard.

The weight was almost too much for him to handle, but he pushed with every ounce of strength he had left. With a powerful heave, he managed to shift the cupboard enough to prevent it from falling directly on Suhana. The cupboard’s weight shifted, and it fell to the side with a resounding crash, narrowly missing her.

Suhana, still shaken, scrambled away from the wreckage. She looked at Veer with wide eyes, a mixture of disbelief and gratitude in her gaze. “Veer, you—” She couldn’t finish her sentence, her voice catching in her throat.

Veer, panting heavily and visibly exhausted, collapsed onto the floor next to her. His legs trembled with the effort, and he was covered in sweat. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

Suhana crawled over to him, her eyes filled with tears. “I’m fine. I’m so sorry. I should have been more careful. Are you alright?”

Veer nodded weakly, though he was clearly drained. “I’m okay. Just… tired. I couldn’t let anything happen to you.”

Suhana helped him back into his wheelchair with trembling hands. “You shouldn’t have pushed yourself like that. You’re already dealing with so much.”

Veer looked up at her, his expression a mixture of pain and unwavering love. “I had to. You mean everything to me. I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

As Suhana finished securing him back into the wheelchair, the doorbell rang. It was Dr. Anand, who had come for a scheduled visit. He walked in to find the room in disarray and the couple in an emotionally charged state.