Threads of Love

53. Kashi's memory loss

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Kashi was finally shifted to the private room. Except Shivansh and Yuhan, no one was there in the hospital. Even thought everyone wanted to stay and see Kashi, but only 2 people were allowed to stay with the patient.

Inside the dimly lit hospital room, the steady beep of the monitors was the only sound, a constant reminder of Kashi's fragile state. 

Shivansh sat by her bedside, his hand tightly holding hers as if his grip alone could anchor her to this world. His usually composed demeanor was shattered, replaced with a storm of emotions swirling within him—fear, guilt, and overwhelming worry.

Shivansh's eyes never left Kashi's face. He was afraid that if he looked away, even for a second, something might go wrong. The sight of her lying there, so still, was something he could never have imagined. 

His thoughts were consumed by the image of her smile, her laughter, the way she always brightened up his world. Now, all he could see was the pale pallor of her skin and the bandages that wrapped her wounds.

Outisde, Yuhan was sitting on the benches kept outside the ward. He was rubbing his temple with his palm. He was missing all the old moments that he spent with Kashi.

The thought of Kashi suffering while he was elsewhere tormented him. He had promised to protect her, but now, she was fighting for her life.

Yuhan clenched his fists, frustration bubbling under the surface. "I should have been there, Shiv. I shouldn't have let her go alone," he muttered, his voice thick with guilt.

Shivansh barely responded, his focus entirely on Kashi. "Don't blame yourself, Yuhan. We all should have been more careful. But right now... all that matters is that she pulls through." he said in a low voice.

Yuhan nodded, though the self-reproach didn't leave his eyes. "She's strong, Shiv. Kashi will fight this. She has to." said Yuhan.

The minutes dragged on like hours. Every time the door to the room opened, Shivansh's heart would skip a beat, fearing the worst. The doctors had said she was stable, but critical, and those words echoed in his mind, refusing to let him find any peace.

Shivansh thought back to the conversation they had just a few days ago, the teasing about having a child, the way her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

The memory brought a lump to his throat. He couldn't imagine a future without Kashi in it. He had already lost so much in his life—losing her would break him entirely.

He gently caressed her hand, his voice barely above a whisper, "You have to stay with me, Kashi. You have to fight. I can't do this without you." said Shivansh.

Yuhan watched from the door, his own heart heavy with worry. Shivansh had always been the strong one, the one who held everyone together, but now, seeing him like this, Yuhan felt the weight of the situation even more.

The night seemed endless, filled with an unbearable tension that neither man could shake off. Yuhan stood and approached Shivansh, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We'll find who did this, Shivansh. And they'll pay. But right now, she needs you to stay strong." said Yuhan.

Shivansh nodded, though his eyes remained fixed on Kashi. "I just want her to wake up, Yuhan. That's all I want." said Shivansh.

The two men stood there in silence, united by their shared worry, the fear that they might lose someone so dear to them. For all the power and wealth they possessed, they felt utterly helpless in that moment, waiting for a sign—any sign—that Kashi would come back to them.