The Eternal Bond: A Saga of Love and Passion

Chapter-49

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Dhruv’s Pov ~

As we finally stepped into our room, a wave of warmth enveloped us. The familiar scent of home wrapped around us like a comforting blanket, and my heart swelled with a bittersweet joy. My jaan nestled comfortably in my lap on the balcony, her laughter mingling with the soft rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. We sipped our coffee, its rich aroma filling the air, but even amidst this tranquility, shadows of the past loomed heavy in my heart.

I looked at Shivantika her eyes sparkling as she shared stories of our adventures, but beneath that smile, I could see the remnants of pain etched in her features. The memory of those harrowing months when she lay in a hospital bed, trapped in silence, haunted me. How could I forget the agonizing nights spent by her side, my heart pounding with desperation, praying fervently for her to wake up?

The image of her fragile form, connected to machines that beeped a rhythm of uncertainty, clawed at my soul.

Each moment of her coma replayed in my mind like a relentless film reel. The ache of my failure echoed louder than any laughter that surrounded us. I had promised to protect her, to cherish every moment together, yet when it mattered the most, I felt powerless. I pushed her away out of fear, not realizing the strength of our bond would be tested in ways
I never anticipated. The agony in her eyes during those fleeting moments of consciousness haunted me—how could I have been so blind?

As the night sky starts twinkling due to the stars, tears brim in my eyes. I gently cupped her face in my hands, tracing the outline of her cheeks with my thumbs. The weight of my guilt pressed down on me, and in that moment, I could no longer hold back. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to her forehead, the warmth of her skin igniting a surge of emotion within me.

“Jaan,” I whispered, my voice trembling,

“I’m so sorry, jaan. I failed you.” The words felt heavy, laden with the weight of my remorse.

“I failed to cherish you the way you deserved. I failed to protect you. I failed my love. Maaf kardo mujhse, Shivantika.”
(Forgive me Shivantika)

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, time stood still. I felt her breath hitch, a soft quiver that reverberated through me. In that vulnerable silence, I held onto hope that perhaps, just perhaps, she could forgive me and we could begin anew, weaving our love back together thread by thread.
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Shivantika’s pov ~

The air between us crackled with tension, each word he spoke thick with remorse.

“Sorry, Jaan. Forgive me, Jaan,” he
had been repeating those words incessantly for days now. I could see the guilt etched deeply on his face, a storm of regret swirling in his eyes. I understood that he was tormented by his actions, haunted by the consequences of what had transpired. Yet, even as I felt a flicker of compassion for him, I was increasingly frustrated.