Shattered Hearts: A Journey Through Darkness and Redemption

[17] Poisened ?

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Aadarsh's POV

With every passing second, the panic clawed deeper into my chest. The beach was too far from the city, too remote for any nearby hospital. My mind raced, desperate to find a way to get her help as quickly as possible.

Still cradling Ishitha in my arms, I grabbed my phone, my hands trembling as I dialed Vikram.

It felt like an eternity before he picked up, each second ticking away like a countdown.

"Aadarsh?" his voice finally came through.

"Get the chopper ready. Now!" I ordered, my voice sharp and frantic.

"And send a team of doctors to my private residence-the best. No exceptions. I want them waiting when I land. Do you understand?"

"What happened? Is everything okay?" he asked, the alarm clear in his voice.

"Do what I say," I snapped, ending the call abruptly.

My chest heaved with anxiety, the suffocating dread twisting tighter with each second.

My gaze fell on her pale face, her breathing so faint, her pulse barely there.

A sickening wave of fear surged through me, twisting in my gut like a knife.

This didn't feel like a panic attack...and that scared the hell out of me.

"Stay with me, Jaan...please." My voice cracked, barely more than a whisper, as I carried her to the car.

I laid her down gently in the back seat before jumping behind the wheel, my hands slick with sweat as I started the engine and sped down the winding coastal road at the highest speed.

The tires screeched with each sharp turn, the wind whipping against the windows.

I couldn't look away from her. She seemed so fragile, so small lying there, her body motionless.

I had seen her furious, rebellious, sarcastic-so full of life, fighting me every step of the way. But seeing her like this-helpless and so still-was something I couldn't bear.

It was tearing me apart from the inside.

We reached the helipad, and I leaped out of the car, scooping her into my arms again.

The chopper blades were already spinning, the roar of the rotors matching the pounding in my chest.

Without wasting a minute, I climbed inside with her, holding her against me like I could somehow protect her from whatever was happening.

"Go!" I screamed at the pilot, my voice raw.

The helicopter lifted into the sky, but all I could focus on...was her.

Her pale face.

The faint rise and fall of her chest.

Every weak breath she took made my chest tighten more, pulling me deeper into the spiral of helplessness.

My hands clenched, trembling, the fear gnawing at me.

I leaned forward, pressing my forehead to hers, my voice breaking. "You're going to be okay, Jaan...Just hold on a little longer."

I could hear the desperate crack in my own voice, and feel the weight of every word sinking deeper into me.

I fumbled for my phone, my fingers slick with sweat, and dialed Dr. Kapoor.