ABHIMAAN TS- SHATTERED DREAMS

PROLOGUE !!

The vibrant colors of Navratri painted the evening sky, filling the air with joy and laughter as families celebrated the nine nights of devotion and dance. Abhira had always loved this time of year, when the world seemed to shimmer with possibility and hope. This year, though, the atmosphere was tinged with a bittersweet edge, as she and Armaan had only just begun to dream of what life might hold for them as a couple.

As the festivities reached their peak, an unsettling tension hung in the air, unnoticed by the revelers. Abhira, radiant in her traditional attire, laughed and danced among family and friends, her eyes sparkling with happiness. But in the shadows, danger lurked—an unseen enemy waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The celebration was abruptly shattered when a figure lunged through the crowd, a glint of steel flashing in the dim light. Abhira felt a searing pain in her side, a sharpness that stole her breath and sent her crashing to the ground. The world around her faded into chaos, muffled cries blending with the pulsating rhythm of drums, her vision blurred by shock.

Armaan, standing nearby, was pulled from the joyous haze when he heard her scream. Time slowed as he pushed through the throng, panic gripping him. He reached her just as she fell, cradling her in his arms, horror dawning as he saw the blood seeping through her clothing.

“Abhira!” he cried, desperation lacing his voice. He didn’t understand the gravity of her injuries, only that something terrible had happened.

The world shifted as they were whisked away to the hospital, where fluorescent lights pierced the darkness that enveloped them. Armaan’s heart raced as he paced the sterile waiting room, his mind racing with fears of the unknown. He could feel the weight of every passing minute, each second stretching into eternity.

When the doctor finally emerged, his expression was grave, and Armaan's heart sank. “I’m sorry,” the doctor began, words heavy with sorrow. “Abhira has suffered severe injuries, and there’s been internal bleeding. I am sry but We… we couldn’t save your baby.”

The air turned cold around Armaan, the revelation hitting him like a freight train.

The world he had envisioned once—a world filled with laughter, joy, and the soft coos of a newborn—had crumbled in an instant on their mehendi function. He had resolved to never let those crumbled fragments hamper his and Abhira’s future.

And now in this moment they had been oblivious to the miracle growing within Abhira, a tiny life that would have sparked hope in their hearts, now extinguished before they even had a chance to embrace it.

His heart shattered into a thousand pieces as he tried to process the loss. “Our baby…” he whispered, the words catching in his throat. It felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare from which he could not wake. They had not even known of the existence of their child, and now, he was grappling with the devastation of losing something he never had the chance to hold.

Tears burned in his eyes as he thought of Abhira, unaware of the dual tragedy that had befallen them. She lay in a hospital bed, fighting for her life while he fought against an overwhelming tide of grief and helplessness. The thought of her suffering alone in that sterile room made his heart ache, and he felt an insatiable urge to protect her from this pain.

What would he say to her when she woke? How could he tell her that their dreams had been shattered, that their lives had been irrevocably changed in a heartbeat?

Armaan’s mind spiraled into a chasm of despair. He had always believed they would face life’s challenges together, but this was a wound too deep for words. As he closed his eyes, the tears flowed freely, and he silently promised to be her strength, to help her heal from this unimaginable loss, even as he struggled to cope with his own heartache.

In that moment, under the harsh hospital lights, amidst the beeping machines and the sterile smell of antiseptics, Armaan found himself at a crossroads. He was no longer just Abhira’s husband; he was a grieving father, mourning the loss of a child they never had the chance to meet. And as he took a deep breath, he knew he had to be strong for both of them, even if his heart was breaking.

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~TheLostSoul