ᴍɪʜɪᴛʜᴀ-𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷

chapter 55

        Author's pov

Rudransh sat in the dimly lit hospital room, the sterile scent of antiseptic filling his nostrils, mingling with the faint floral notes from the small vase of wilting flowers on the windowsill. The beeping of machines was a constant reminder of the fragile line between life and death. He held Mihitha's hand in his, her fingers cold and lifeless against his warm palm. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Just weeks ago, they were laughing together, planning their future, and now he was trapped in this nightmare.

It had been a month since the accident, and every day felt like an eternity. Rudransh had spent countless hours at her side, his heart heavy with the weight of fear and sorrow. The doctors had been cautiously optimistic in the beginning, but as the days turned into weeks, their words grew less hopeful. The latest report had shattered what little hope he had left. The doctor had looked him in the eye, compassion in their gaze, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ranawath. We've done everything we can. It's time to prepare for the worst."

Now, as he sat in the quiet room, the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor seemed to slow, echoing the panic rising within him. He leaned closer to Mihitha, the woman he loved more than anything in this world. Her face, once so full of life, was now pale and gaunt, the hospital gown swallowing her frame. The sight of her like this made his heart ache.

"Mihitha," he whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotion. "Please, just wake up. I can't do this without you. Nila needs you. I need you."

He looked around the room, hoping for a miracle, for something-anything-to change. But the room remained silent, the only sound coming from the machines keeping watch over his beloved wife. He pressed his lips against her forehead, feeling the chill of her skin, and tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Do you remember our last date?" he continued, trying to evoke the memories that had once filled their lives with joy. "We were so happy, just the two of us. You wore that beautiful red dress, and I couldn't take my eyes off you. We talked about our dreams, our plans... the future we wanted. I still want that future, Mihitha. I want to grow old with you, to watch our daughter grow up, to have the life we dreamed of together."

His fingers trembled as he stroked her hair, willing her to respond, to feel even a flicker of warmth from her once vibrant spirit. "Please," he begged softly, desperation creeping into his voice. "You have to fight. You're the strongest person I know. I believe in you. Just open your eyes. Just once..."

The machines around him beeped steadily, a metronome of life. But then, suddenly, the heart monitor emitted a sharp, alarming sound that made Rudransh's heart drop. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at the screen, watching in horror as the lines began to flatten, the rhythm faltering.

"No, no, no!" he cried, his voice rising in panic. "Not now! Please!" He squeezed her hand tighter, his desperation morphing into terror. "Mihitha, stay with me! Don't leave me! I can't do this without you!"

The beeping intensified, a frantic alarm that resonated through the room. Rudransh pressed his forehead against hers, feeling the coldness of her skin seep into him. Tears flowed freely down his face, each drop a testament to his heartbreak. "Please, don't go," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "I love you. I can't raise Nila without you. You have to stay for her. I need you."

The room erupted with activity as nurses rushed in, their faces masks of urgency. Rudransh felt himself being pushed aside as they worked around him, calling out commands and adjusting equipment. His world narrowed to the sound of their voices and the deafening beeping of the monitor.

"Clear!" a nurse shouted, and Rudransh stepped back, his heart racing as they prepared to revive her. He watched, helpless, as they placed paddles on her chest, the bright lights reflecting in his tear-filled eyes.

"Come on, Mihitha," he whispered, his heart aching. "Fight. You're a fighter. Come back to me."

As they continued their frantic efforts, he felt a wave of despair wash over him. The love they shared, the dreams they had built together, all felt like they were slipping away, just out of reach. The panic in the room heightened, and Rudransh could hardly breathe as he felt the walls closing in around him.

And then, as if answering his silent prayer, the heart monitor let out a faint, steady beep. Rudransh’s heart leaped at the sound, a glimmer of hope piercing through his despair. The team of nurses exchanged glances, their faces softened by relief. Slowly, they stepped back, giving him space.

Rudransh edged closer to her side, barely daring to breathe. Mihitha’s chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, her eyelids fluttering as if caught between dreams and reality. He reached for her hand, feeling warmth slowly returning to her fingers. She wasn’t awake yet, but she was here. She had fought her way back.

His voice trembled as he whispered, “You’re still with me, Mihitha. I knew you wouldn’t give up on us… on Nila.”

For now, it didn’t matter that she couldn’t respond. The fact that she was alive, still holding onto the fragile thread of life, was enough. He gently placed his other hand over hers, anchoring her to him, silently vowing to protect and cherish every moment they would have together.