Unforgettable Destiny

♡someone special♡

Tumhari Aankho ne kuch aisa Jadu kiya ki chah kar bhi unhe bhul na saka

Tum nasha ho ya kuch or ki chah kar bhi tumko khud se dur kar na saka

Anirudha pov
It was late into the night when Aditya, my ever-diligent P.A., approached me.

"Sir, it's quite late now; you should leave. Everyone else has already left," he said, standing by my desk with a concerned expression.

I barely glanced up from my laptop. "You go ahead; I'll leave in an hour," I replied.

Aditya nodded reluctantly, sensing I wouldn’t budge. "Okay, sir," he said before leaving.

Exactly an hour later, I shut down my laptop and stepped out into the empty parking lot. The silence of the night was palpable. Sliding into the driver's seat, I turned the ignition on, and the engine's hum broke the stillness.

As I drove through the quiet streets, my eyes fell on someone by the roadside a girl. She seemed ethereal under the dim glow of the streetlights. Her deep, black eyes held a universe within them, and her long, wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders like silken threads of moonlight. Her delicate features petal-like lips and a small nose formed a visage so serene it seemed otherworldly. My heart, unbidden, began to race as if controlled by an unseen force.

Who was she? Why did her presence stir something deep within me?

Caught in this whirlwind of thoughts, I failed to notice the truck barreling down the opposite lane until it was too late. The collision was brutal, the impact throwing my car into chaos. Metal screeched against metal, and the world spun before the car finally came to a halt, upside down.

Pain coursed through me as I tried to move. My head throbbed, my vision blurred, and blood soaked my clothes. Summoning what little strength I had left, I crawled out of the wreckage, every breath labored and searing. Darkness threatened to engulf me.

It was then that I heard her voice a soft yet urgent melody cutting through the haze. Blinking against the blood and dizziness, I saw her. It was the girl. The same girl I had seen moments ago. She knelt beside me, her expression a mixture of worry and determination.

"Please stay conscious," she urged, her hands steady despite the chaos. She tore a strip from her dupatta and tied it around my head to staunch the bleeding. Her fingers worked quickly, but her eyes, filled with unshaken faith, never left mine.

"Aap Mahadev pe bharosa rakhiye, aap theek ho jayenge,"she said, her voice steady.

("Have faith in Mahadev; you will be fine.")

She slipped a bracelet from her wrist, the rudraksha glinting faintly in the dim light. Pressing it into my trembling hands, she said, "This is my lucky bracelet. It will protect you."

Her words were the last thing I heard before unconsciousness claimed me.

After 1 week

When I awoke, I found myself in a hospital bed. The sterile white walls loomed around me, and the air reeked of disinfectant. My head felt like it weighed a ton, and I could barely speak.

"Maa..." I managed to whisper.

My mother, seated by my side, startled at my voice. Relief and tears flooded her face as she gently cupped my cheek.