𝙉𝙞𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞

●Chapter 29● Hallucinations ●

Muruga stumbled down the navigating his way to Guru Vashishta's home. All the adrenaline from the fight wore away as his body was screaming at him to give up.

But the War God was a stubborn one. He determinedly strode towards his Gurudev's abode. His thoughts were only on his sister.

'Is she fine? Am I too late? No! NO! Don't be pessimistic! She will be alright. She has to be!"

He reassured himself as his mind started reminding him of the tortuous memories he wished he could forget. He failed once. He will damned if he failed again.

He won't fail.

Alas after all his efforts he reached his Gurudeva's abode. Karthikeya didn't have enough to ponder over the bittersweet memories.

He looked around the house and tried to find any way he can enter swiftly without taking more time. And the front must be locked. It will be futile to break the door in his weak state.

His disoriented mind couldn't comprehend what to do. He just needed a way to get in.

A rattle was all he heard. He swiftly spotted the window which was opened. He immediately went near the window and lifted himself up.

He would have thanked his stars that he found the room his sister was inhabiting if she was not covered in blood.

The site in front him shook him to the core. It threatened to consume him fully. He wished it was a nightmare that he desperately wished to wake up from it.

But it was real.

Isha was lying down, barely conscious. That was not the worst part.

She was surrounded by a pool of her own blood. It was sight he wished he will never see again. No brother would want to see his sister in this state.

As much he wanted to see her again, he didn't want to see her in this state. Not like this. Never like this.

He jumped into the room immediately ignoring his body's protest and staggered near his sister's form.

He felt nauseous seeing and feeling her blood. Again. He gulped down the bile rising up his throat and approached his sister.

He didn't mind the blood staining him. He took his sister in his arms and tapped her cheek hoping for any response from her.

"Isha? Please sister! Open your eyes! Please..." He desperately called out to her hoping for her usual sarcastic reply.

But he didn't get any reply. He swallowed his sobs and shook her hoping for an response. His hand graced her back of head and found blood freshly oozing from the reopened would.

He quickly tore open his Angavastra and pressed against it to reduce the bleeding.

He shook her again and called out to her, "Please Isha! Don't do this to me! I can't handle this pain again. I will die a thousand deaths than seeing in this condition. Please don't leave me again..." His voice reflected years of anguish and pain.

He said hoarsely, "I promise I won't irritate you or fight with you. I will listen to everything you say. I will do anything Isha! Just open your eyes! Don't do this to me again! I don't think I have the strength to endure the pain again."

He sobbed holding her close to his chest. The all powerful War God, the second-in-command of the Deva sena, the son of Mahadev and Paravati was reduced to this state where he was pathetically crying for his sister to get up.

He regretted not learning any healing method from his Gurudeva. He couldn't even heal her. Why must this happen to him?

As his last was gonna vanish, he heard a faint voice, "Karthi...?"

He stilled. He thought his mind was playing tricks on him. Then he felt his sister move. Barely but she moved.

He looked down just to see barely conscious sister looking at him struggling to open her eyes.

He immediately responded, "Yes! Just keep your eyes open Isha! Please try to stay conscious! You will be alright, I am with you. I won't let anything happen to you. Just hang on Isha, please!"

The former princess of Kailash didn't respond to his words. She was staring blankly at him. Karthi called out to her again, this time he got a response.

She said blankly without an ounce of emotion, "I lost Karthi."

Karthi was confused at the response and thought she was talking about the fight with asurs of Rastala. Even with the anger threatening to consume him, he controlled it and consoled her, "It's okay sister. It's okay to lose some figh-"

Niyathi interrupted him by shouting loudly, "NO!"

She murmured out the last few words with anguish, "Its not okay Karthi. Its not at all okay."

Niyathi mumbled out, "They stabbed me. Here." She pointed at her stomach, which was uninjured.

Karthi was more confused by her words, he didn't understand what his sister was trying to say. As far he knew she was not stabbed by the asurs, she had a major head injury and few bruises here and there.

Then what is she talking about?

His blood froze hearing her next few words. Niyathi mumbled again, her voice emitting raw pain, "I lost him Karthi."

The War God gulped hearing Isha's words. He didn't like where this was going. He had an idea what is happening but he hoped that he was wrong.

Tears were freely flowing from Niyathi's eyes. She held on to him tightly and sobbed loudly. Her heart wrenching sobs made his heart ache so badly. He felt as a failure.

She cried out, "I lost him Karthi! I lost my child!"

Karthi closed his eyes and sighed resignedly. Again his hope was crushed cruelly.

Hallucinations.

The War God cursed out loud. His sister was hallucinating about the day her unborn child died.

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