𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍: 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬

54 || 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄

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Ps: Happy Navratri everyone ❤️ May Mata rani blesses you all with good health-- both physical and mental.

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Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

~Emily Dickinson

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THIRD PERSON'S POV

The sterile hum of the machines filled the quiet room, but Saumaya could only hear the quickened thud of her own heartbeat, as her gaze kept drifting to the door. She had been shifted back to her private ward, the pale walls closing in on her as every second stretched into an eternity. Her fingers restlessly picked at the sheets, eyes scanning the door for any sign of him. Where is he? She thought, her heart aching with the need to see the man who was her anchor.

"He must be coming bache." She heard Shivani's soft voice and looked at her, her head feeling heavy with the sedatives, her eyelashes forced to remain open as she waited for her husband to arrive.

The family members smiled seeing her restlessness, which was visible on her face since she had woken up, whispering his name. Right now too, she was under the influence of anaesthesia, the reason she wasn't even able to understand a word said by them, but still she was waiting for her husband.

Adhira and Aayush were sitting on her left side, both not ready to leave her hand as if she would disappear if they left her. Others were also seated relived now that she was fine, although complete reports were yet to arrive but they know, they had this feeling that everything would be alright. They crossed the mountain, this would be nothing.

"Where is Rudra, Shrey?" Anmol asked not liking the way his daughter was struggling to keep her eyes open.

"He might be reaching Uncle." Shrey replied.

And then, just as the first rays of the new morning sun filtered through the glass window, Saumaya saw the handle turn.

"Aksh!" She whispered in her slurry voice and everyone looked at the door.

The door creaked open slowly, and there he stood. The sunlight fell softly on him, casting a gentle glow over his tired face. His clothes were a mess, wrinkled, stained with the weight of the past hours.

His hair, usually so perfectly in place, was now disheveled, evidence of sleepless nights and restless hands running through it in worry. But it was the handkerchief tied around his head that caught her and everyone's eye-the simple piece of cloth spoke volumes, telling them where he had been, what prayers he had whispered.

Rudraksh inhaled a sharp breath and stood still for a moment, his chest rising and falling heavily, as if seeing her alive and awake was the only thing keeping him standing. His eyes locked onto hers, and for a brief second, neither of them moved, both lost in the overwhelming relief of this moment.

He exhaled slowly, as if he was learning how to breathe, his heart was finally learning to beat normally, as if his eyes were seeing for the first time as he looked at her, saw her breathing, saw her looking at him with those eyes full of love.

And there--- right there, when she gave him a soft, aesthetic- induced smile, he felt alive, he felt home, his mind and heart finally registering that she is there, the girl who owns him, is there, she ain't leaving them, she ain't living him.

He looked at her, his eyes filling up with the tears as she slowly curled and uncurled her fist, like little babies do, to call him near her. It was faint, almost absent-minded, as though she wasn't fully aware of her surroundings. Her eyes, heavy with the lingering effects of the anesthesia, tried to focus on him, but they kept drifting. Yet, even in that haze, her love for him flickered through.