You Are Mine

15. Unspoken scars

Armaan's pov

"A tidal wave of relief crashed over me, threatening to engulf me whole, as Doctor Shephali's words resonated deep within my soul: 'Karan's surgery was a success, and he's out of danger.' The weight of worry, which had been suffocating me, lifted, and I felt the air rush back into my lungs. My heart, once heavy with fear, now swelled with gratitude, and tears of joy pricked at the corners of my eyes.

Karan, the person who holds a piece of my heart, was going to be okay. The thought of losing him had been unbearable, a constant, gnawing fear that had haunted me since the accident. But now, visions of his bright smile and infectious laughter flooded my mind, and I couldn't help but smile.

As I glanced around the hospital room, I saw Tani's relieved expression, her eyes shining with unshed tears for a person whom she didn't even know how polite she is My gaze lingered on hers, and for a moment, our emotions entwined. I knew she understood the depth of my feelings, the fear and worry I'd been carrying. Her presence, a steady anchor in the chaos, had been my solace.

Karan isn't just special to me; he's the sunshine that brightens our entire family's life. His presence is a blessing, bringing laughter, love, and warmth to our home. The news of his recovery was a gift to us all, filling our hearts with renewed hope and happiness.

I thought back to the moments Tani and I shared in the garden, her vulnerability and trust stirring something within me. This news was a reminder that life was precious, and every moment counted. I wanted to hold onto this feeling, to cherish every second with those I loved.

With Karan's recovery, a sense of peace settled within me, and my resolve strengthened. I would do everything in my power to protect and care for those who mattered most - Karan, Tani, and our family."

"As Karan's condition stabilized, he was transferred from the operation theater to the ICU, marking a crucial milestone in his recovery. Exhaustion etched on their faces, I urged Dadaji and the other family members to head home and grab some much-needed rest. They had been vigilantly waiting since morning, their unwavering support a testament to their love.

"'Go, get some rest,' I implored, my voice filled with gratitude. 'You've been here for hours, and Karan needs you strong and refreshed for the days ahead.'

"Dadaji's tired eyes, red from lack of sleep and worry, softened as he nodded. His frail hands, clasped together in prayer, relaxed, knowing Karan was on the mend.

"As they reluctantly bid farewell, their faces reflected a mix of relief and fatigue. The weight of their concern slowly lifting, replaced by hope and renewed strength.

"I watched them leave, feeling a deep sense of appreciation for this family bound together by love and unwavering support. Though the road to full recovery was long, knowing we faced it together brought me solace."

"I gently guided my frail angel to the examination room for a comprehensive check-up, her fragile appearance tugging at my heartstrings. Her usually radiant face in childhood is now looked pale and weary, and I could sense the spark in her eyes dimmed by pain and fatigue.

"As we settled into the doctor's office, my mind raced with concern. What was behind this sudden decline? What secrets would her medical reports reveal? I needed answers to unravel the mystery of her waning health.

"With each passing moment, my anxiety grew. How could I help her regain her vitality which I saw in her childhood picturs ? The thought of losing her radiant smile and infectious laughter was unbearable.

"The doctor's words echoed in my mind: 'We'll run some tests, and then we'll have a plan.' when I talk to her about Tani's But until then, my heart remained heavy with worry.