Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
📖 Night when the cries of pain shattered the silence, and Hukum-sa faced the depth of his own heart. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
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It was past midnight when my phone buzzed, pulling me out of a deep sleep. The screen glowed in the darkness, flashing Siya's name. I frowned, rubbing my eyes. She never called this late. With a bad feeling settling in my chest, I swiped to answer, and before I could speak, I heard Maa-sa's panicked voice on the other end, her words rushed and frantic.
"Adhira.... Siya is crying! She's in pain, her back... I don't know what to do! Please, come quickly!"
The phone nearly slipped from my grip as I bolted upright. My pulse pounded in my ears, and in an instant, I was out of bed, racing down the dimly lit hallway towards her room. As I approached, I could hear her faint, broken sobs, muffled through the door. The sound clawed at my heart.
When I burst into the room, the sight before me made my blood run cold. Siya was clutching her shoulder, her whole body trembling as she leaned against the headboard, and with a soft thud, her back slammed into it again, sending a fresh wave of pain across her face, causing me to rush toward her. The entire family was gathered around, but their worried whispers faded as I took in the scene.
"Amma.....," My heart clench by the sight.
"Siya," I whispered, my voice hoarse. Anger and fear twisted inside me as I crossed the room in three strides, kneeling beside her. My hands were trembling, but I tried to keep them steady. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with pain, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Raj...hame Dard... ho rha hai."
"Raj, it hurts... so much," she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper. I swallowed hard, my throat tightening.
"Main doctor ko bula raha hoon, royo mat."
"I'm calling the doctor, don't cry, Siya," I gently pushed her hair aside, and a hiss slipped through my teeth as I saw the blood seeping through her kurti, dark patches staining the fabric. My chest tightened painfully at the sight. My Siya, in this much pain...how could I let this happen? How dare Devraj do this to her? A storm of rage flared within me, but I forced myself to stay focused, for her. I reached for the medicine box on the bedside table, my movements frantic.
"Rithvik, doctor ko phone karo, abhi!"
"Rithvik, call the doctor, now!" My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn't care. Rithvik bolted out of the room with his phone, and I turned back to Siya, trying to keep my own fear from showing. She wouldn't let me touch her, but I didn't care. I had to do something...anything...to ease her pain.
She cried out as I gently dabbed at the wound with antiseptic, the blood pooling faster than I could wipe it away. The sight of her tears, the way she trembled with each touch, made my chest ache.
