BARRISTER BABU- One shots

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He sat bolt upright, his eyes fixed on her face. "Bondita?" he whisper-shouted, his voice filled with urgency. "Can you hear me? Please, open your eyes."

Her eyelids fluttered again, and her face scrunched up slightly, as if she was trying to respond. Anirudh held his breath, his heart slamming against his ribcage.

"Please," he whispered, leaning in closer to her. "Wake up, please."
He reached out and took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Come on, Bondita. You can do this."

Her hand twitched in his, a response to his touch. Her eyelids continued to flutter, and she let out a soft moan, as if she was struggling to pull herself out of unconsciousness.

Anirudh felt a flicker of hope grow inside him. He could see the subtle signs that she was waking up, fighting her way back to consciousness. He squeezed her hand tighter, willing her to open her eyes.

"Doctor! Doctor!" The sound of Anirudh's frantic shouts echoed through the room, and the doctor rushed in, his eyes wide with alarm.

"What is it?" the doctor asked, hurrying to her bedside. "What happened?"

Anirudh pointed at her face, his breath ragged with excitement. "She's waking up," he gasped. "Can't you see? Her eyes are fluttering, and she just squeezed my hand."

The doctor leaned over her, his brow furrowed in concentration. He shone a small flashlight in her eyes, studying her response. She let out another soft moan, her face screwing up in discomfort.

"She's coming to," the doctor said, a note of surprise in his voice. "But we need to take it slow. She's still severely injured, and we don't want to overdo it."

Anirudh nodded eagerly, his grip on her hand never loosening. "I understand," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I just want her to wake up. I need to talk to her, to tell her..."

Before he could finish his sentence, her eyelids fluttered again, and her eyes slowly opened, revealing a glimpse of deep, chocolate irises beneath. Her gaze was unfocused and hazy, like she was trying to get her bearings.

Anirudh's breath hitched in his throat as he saw her eyes open. He let out a shaky exhale, relief washing over him. "Bondita," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "You're awake. You're really awake."

Her eyes flickered over to him, her gaze hazy and unfocused. She blinked a few times, trying to clear her vision. Her lips parted slightly, as if she was trying to speak, but no words came out.

Anirudh moved closer to her, his heart pounding in his chest. "You don't have to try and talk," he said softly. "Just rest. You're safe now. You're going to be okay."

She tried to lift her hand, but her movements were weak and clumsy. Anirudh quickly took her hand in his, guiding it to his chest. He pressed it against his chest, right over his heart, so she could feel the steady thump, thump, thump of his heartbeat.

"Do you feel that?" he asked, his voice low and comforting. "That's my heart. It's beating for you. Because I was so worried about you."

She looked up at him, her eyes still hazy but filled with confusion. She tried to speak again, her voice a raspy whisper. "Anirudh?"

He felt a thrill go through him at the sound of his name on her lips. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. "Yes," he replied, his voice soft and soothing. "It's me. I'm right here, beside you."

She tried to sit up slightly, her movements sluggish and uncoordinated. Anirudh quickly stopped her, gently pushing her back onto the bed. "No, no, don't try to move," he said firmly. "You're still injured. You need to rest."