ENTANGLED FATES: The Saga Of Love & Mystery [ ON HOLD ]

31. HER INNER TURMOIL

I left the hospital as soon as I received the news of my discharge. The lingering smell of medicine had become unbearable.

Mihir bhai, who has always been incredibly caring, made sure I had everything I needed. He cooked my meals and managed my medication with extra attention.

Mumma had gone to the village because dadu's health was deteriorating, and she didn't know about my condition. And to be precise she just know that I get healed six years ago. I never have the courage to tell her as last time she got hospitalized as she stressed out because of my health.

After returning home, I settled onto my bed, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety.

My phone rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. It was Abhimanyu. Just hearing his cheerful voice made me smile, and I picked up the call with a sense of joy.

"Hello, didu," he said, his voice full of energy.

"Hi, Abhi. How are you?" I asked, genuinely interested.

"I'm fine, didu," he replied, his tone bright.

"But didu..." he hesitated.

"Yes, Abhi? If something's wrong, you can tell me," I encouraged, sensing his hesitation.

"It's nothing much, didu. I'm just feeling frustrated because it's taking so long to get back to India. It's tough being here," he admitted. His words made me chuckle, even though he wasn't physically present, his support was a comfort.

We talked for nearly three hours. The time seemed to fly by as we caught up on everything.

After our conversation, I had dinner, and Mihir bhai made sure I took my medications.

I then went to the garden at the back of the house and sat on a swing.

As I sat there, I couldn't shake a growing sense of unease.

One part of me felt reassured that I was recovering, but another part of me was in turmoil.

The pain inside me seemed to intensify with each passing moment. I didn't realize I was crying until Mihir bhai came over and noticed my tears.

With a pained expression, he sat beside me and began gently wiping my tears. Overcome by emotion, I hugged him tightly, letting my pain and frustration flow out in the form of tears. He held me close, offering silent comfort, not saying a word.

"It's hurting so much, bhai. I don't know what's wrong with me. I... I don't want to live like this anymore. I just want to be free from this pain," I confessed, my voice breaking.

"Shh, baccha, please calm down. Don't say things like that," he whispered, his voice trembling as if he were fighting back tears himself.

"Bhai, why me always, I can't even breathe properly it feels like the fear had struck in my mind and...", i hiccuped as I couldn't able to speak more.