when our path collide

40 . pain full cries

Raghuveer's POV

"Mishti, wake up... Liebe, wake up, please!" I whispered in desperation, my voice shaking. Anger surged through me, hot and uncontrollable. I couldn't stand it anymore. My hands trembling, I pulled out my gun. My mind wasn't clear – I didn't care where the bullet landed. I was past caring. The sound of the shot echoed around us, and the air seemed to freeze, but deep down, I knew this wouldn't erase the pain.

I never looked back to see if the bullet had hit anything.

Just then, Ekansh appeared, his voice a sharp contrast to my storming thoughts. "Bhai, the ambulance is here."

I nodded wordlessly, scooping Mishti into my arms. Her body was limp, lifeless against me, and I ran towards the ambulance like it was the only thing tethering me to reality. Inside, the paramedics attached wires and monitors to her, their hands moving with practiced urgency. I sat beside her, rubbing her hand, willing her to wake up, to just give me a sign. Anything.

"Mishti, bacche... wake up, please, for your Veer. I'm here... I'm right here," I whispered, my voice hoarse with fear, holding her cold hand as if that could bring her back to me.

When we reached the hospital, her family, my family—everyone was there. The air was thick with tension. My so-called chachi stepped forward, her voice dripping with disdain, "Tch tch, poor girl. But, you know what they say... karma..."

Before she could finish, I snapped. In one fluid motion, my hand was around her throat, slamming her against the wall. "You better not involve yourself in our family matters again!" I growled, tightening my grip as she gasped for air. I wasn't thinking straight, rage clouding every rational thought. I might have let it go too far, but then I saw the doctor opening the doors.

I released her immediately and rushed to the doctor. "Doctor, how is she? Is everything okay? Please, tell me something!"

The doctor's face was unreadable. "Listen, Mr. Singh, I can't say anything for sure yet. We found several marks on her body—bruising, not on her stomach, but it seems like she was trying to protect something... or someone. Before we proceed with surgery, we need to examine her condition further."

His words hit me like a ton of bricks. Protecting someone? My thoughts were spinning in every direction. What did that mean? What was she protecting? My heart was racing, pounding in my chest so violently I thought it might explode. Just then, my mother approached, her soft hands resting on my forehead.

"Everything will be okay, beta," she whispered, her voice full of hope, though my heart wasn't ready to believe it.

I still couldn't cry. Not yet. Something inside me wouldn't let the tears fall.

An eternity seemed to pass before the same doctor returned. I stood, bracing myself for the news. "What's happening?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

The doctor hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I don't know if she informed you or not, but... she's three months pregnant."

The ground disappeared beneath my feet. The world stopped. "What...? We're pregnant?" I whispered, the words barely escaping my lips.

"Yes, but there's a complication. We can't guarantee the baby's survival. It's too early, and if she falls into a coma, there's a high risk of miscarriage. We'll do everything we can, but... it's uncertain."

The doctor's words hung in the air like a death sentence. I collapsed to the ground, my knees giving way as reality hit me like a tidal wave. I couldn't lose her. Not her. Not our baby. My mother rushed to my side, wrapping her arms around me, but for the first time, I couldn't stop the tears from falling.

"Mumma, she's pregnant... I can't lose her. I can't lose my baby and my wife. She's my life... my everything," I cried, the sobs wracking my body.

I remembered her telling me she had something important to share, something that weighed on her, but I didn't listen. I was too caught up in my world, too distracted to care. And now... now she was lying in that hospital bed because I failed her. Because of me.

"God, please... bring her back," I prayed, my heart desperate for mercy.

Suman approached quietly, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Bhai, don't worry. She's strong. She'll be alright."

I nodded weakly, but the tears wouldn't stop. Every memory I had of her, every smile, every laugh, every moment we shared, played like a reel in my mind, tormenting me. I was powerless, and that was the worst feeling in the world.

The night dragged on, hour after agonizing hour. The surgery continued, and I watched helplessly. By the time morning came, we were all on edge, waiting for the doctor. As soon as he stepped into the room, everyone stood up.

"How is she? How's the baby?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"She's unconscious, but stable for now. If she doesn't wake up within 30 hours, there's a high chance she'll fall into a coma. If that happens... she won't be able to carry the pregnancy to term."

His words felt like a knife twisting in my heart. Thirty hours. That's all we had.

"Can I... can I see her?" I asked quietly.

The doctor nodded, and I took a deep breath, twisting the doorknob. Inside, my Mishti—my Jaan—lay on the bed, her body covered in wires and machines beeping around her. I approached her slowly, my chest tight with emotion. I leaned down and kissed her forehead gently.

"Please, come back. I'm waiting. We're all waiting. I need you, Mishti... please," I whispered, holding her hand.

Hours passed. Twenty hours. Time was slipping away, and I felt the weight of every second. Ekansh came to inform me of the blast at the garage, but his words barely registered. Nothing mattered except her.

Mishti's POV

I was in a beautiful place—peaceful, almost like a dream. I was dressed in a white gown, twirling on the grass. Ahead, I saw Veer's back, and beside him was a small baby. My heart fluttered with warmth. I didn't know whose baby it was, but I started running towards them, laughing.

But no matter how fast I ran, they remained out of reach. My feet stumbled, and I fell to the ground. Veer turned, his eyes soft but distant.

"Liebe, get up, or we'll leave without you," he called gently.

I tried to stand, but it was like the ground was pulling me down. I kept falling, and every time I looked up, they were farther away. Panic surged through me.

"No! No, Veer, don't leave me! I'll die without you!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the dream. But I couldn't reach him.

"VEEERRRRRR!" I cried, the anguish tearing through me.

Suddenly, I jerked awake, gasping for air. The world around me was different—cold, clinical. The hospital. I glanced around and spotted Veer at the door, bags in his hands. He dropped them the moment he saw me awake and rushed over, his arms wrapping around me so tightly it felt like he'd never let go.

"Aap ne toh humein dara hi diya tha," he whispered, his voice choked with relief.

I clung to him, tears streaming down my face, as if we'd been separated for a lifetime. Memories of everything that had happened came flooding back, and my heart tightened.

"Where's Manushi?" I asked, fear in my voice.

Veer's face fell, and his grip on me tightened. "She... she died in the blast."

I know he don't want to tell me all this but I am strong enough I hold his hand and put that on my stomach

" Our baby " he nodded and smiled and said

" I know our baby " I hugged him and he brust into cries while saying

"I was scared, Mishti , I don't want to loose you " i cried and I stroke his hairs and said

"Everything is fine " he nodded .

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