𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒: 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

22. PREGNANT

RAJVEER S. RAJVANSH'S POV

I slowly open my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I'm in a hospital room, beeping machines and sterile white walls indicating that something's gone terribly wrong. My head pounds as I try to remember what happened. And then I see him - Ruhan, my brother, sitting beside me with a mix of relief and worry etched on his face.

"Ruhan..." I croak, my throat dry and sore.

He quickly grabs a glass of water and helps me take a sip. "Rajveer, thank God you're awake! How are you feeling?"

I try to sit up, but a sharp pain shoots through my body, making me wince. Ruhan gently pushes me back onto the bed. "Easy, bro, you've been in an accident. You need to rest."

My mind starts racing as I try to piece together what happened. And then I remember Prashi, my girlfriend. "Prashi... how is she?" I ask, my voice shaking with concern.

Ruhan looks away, avoiding eye contact. "Rajveer, focus on your own recovery right now."

I grasp his arm, my grip tightening. "Tell me, Ruhan. How is she?"

Ruhan sighs, his expression grim. "Her condition is critical, Rajveer. We need to focus on getting you better so you can be there for her."

My heart sinks, fear and anxiety washing over me. Critical? What does that mean? I try to push myself up again, but Ruhan holds me back. "No, Rajveer, you can't see her right now. You need to rest."

I fall back onto the bed, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Prashi, my sunshine, my everything... please be okay.

With Ruhan's support, I manage to stand up and take a few steps towards Prashi's room. My father is pacing outside, talking to a doctor in a hushed tone. He notices me and rushes over, concern etched on his face.

"Rajveer, beta, you should be resting," he says, trying to guide me back to my bed.

But I shake him off, my eyes fixed on the door behind which Prashi is fighting for her life. I push it open and stumble inside, Ruhan catching me as my legs give way.

The sight before me is like a punch to the gut. Prashi lies motionless on the operating table, surrounded by a team of doctors and nurses. Tubes and wires snake out of her body, and a machine beeps erratically beside her.

I feel like I've been punched in the gut. My vision blurs as I kneel down, overcome with emotion. I sob uncontrollably, my body shaking with each ragged breath.

"Prashi... my sunshine..." I whisper, my voice cracking.

Ruhan tries to comfort me, but I push him away, unable to bear the touch. My father joins me on the floor, wrapping his arms around me as I cry out my despair.

The beeping of the machine grows louder, and I feel like it's echoing the desperation in my heart. Please, God, save her. Don't take her away from me. I'll do anything. Just please...

Suddenly, I collapse to my knees, my body wracked with sobs. I grasp my father's hands, pleading with him.

"Papa, please... you have to save her. I'll do anything. Just please, please save Prashi."

My father's face contorts in pain as he tries to comfort me.

"Rajveer, beta, the doctors are doing everything they can. We have to trust in them."

But I'm beyond reason. I'm consumed by desperation.

"No, Papa, I'll do anything. I'll marry your friend's daughter, just please save Prashi. I don't care about anything else. Just save her."

My father looks at me, shocked by my words. "Rajveer, what are you saying? This isn't about maya or marriage. This is about Prashi's health."

But I'm beyond listening. I'm willing to make any deal, any sacrifice, to save the woman I love.

"Just please, Papa... save her. I'll do anything." I beg, my voice hoarse from crying.

My father's face softens, and he pulls me into a tight embrace.

"We'll do everything we can, beta. I promise."

Five hours feel like an eternity as I pace back and forth in the hospital waiting room, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. The silence is deafening, punctuated only by the occasional beep of a machine or murmur of hushed conversations.

Ruhan tries to reassure me, but I can see the worry etched on his face. My father sits with his head in his hands, praying silently.

I check my watch for what feels like the hundredth time. Five hours. It's been five hours since Prashi's operation started. Why is it taking so long?

I approach the doctor, who's standing outside the operating room, looking grim. "Please, doctor, how much longer? Is she... is she going to be okay?"

The doctor's expression is sympathetic but guarded. "We're doing everything we can. I'll update you as soon as I can."

I nod, trying to stay calm, but my anxiety is spiraling out of control. Five hours. It's been five hours. Please, God, let her be okay.

Suddenly the doctor came out of the emergency room looking disappeared.
I run to him,"Doctor, How's my prashi?"

The doctor's words hit me like a ton of bricks. "I'm so sorry, Rajveer sir... due to the severity of the accident, we couldn't save your unborn child."

My mind goes blank. Unborn child? What is he talking about? I look at my father, Ruhan, and then back at the doctor, confusion and shock etched on my face.

"Unborn child?" I repeat, my voice shaking. "What do you mean? Prashi... she wasn't... we didn't know..."

The doctor's expression is somber. "I'm sorry, Rajveer. Prashi was approximately eight weeks pregnant. We did everything we could, but the injuries sustained in the accident were too severe."

I feel like I've been punched in the gut. Eight weeks pregnant? We were going to be parents? Prashi didn't tell me... she didn't know... or did she?

Grief and guilt wash over me as I think about the what-ifs. If only I had known, if only we had been more careful... I feel like I'm going to collapse.

Ruhan grabs my arm, holding me up as my legs give way. "Rajveer, bhai, I'm here for you."

But I'm numb, unable to process this new reality. We were going to be parents... and now... now our child is gone.
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~to be continued