The Threads of Destiny

Chapter Thirty

The past six months had been a revelation. For the first time in what felt like forever, I had been able to breathe, to exist without the weight of Yuvraj's shadow looming over me. The city I had moved to had embraced me, giving me space to rediscover myself—my wants, my dreams, my strength. I had thrown myself into my work, meeting new people and slowly rebuilding a version of myself that didn't revolve around survival.

Yuvraj had tried to reach out—texts, calls, even his mother intervening on his behalf. But I had kept my distance. His mother, kind and compassionate, had been a quiet support, helping me from afar. We exchanged occasional messages, but I made it clear that I wasn't ready to confront the tangled mess of our past yet. Not while I was still healing.

And I was healing. It hadn't been easy, but I was finally at peace, or at least as close to peace as I could get. Every morning, I woke up in my small apartment, opened the windows to the city, and felt a sense of calm that I hadn't felt in years.

But that peace shattered in an instant.

I was sitting at my desk at work, focused on a project deadline, when my phone buzzed. It was Yashraj.

Odd. He hadn't contacted me since I left.

I answered quickly, a slight unease settling in my stomach. "Hello?"

"Aisha... it's Yashraj." His voice was low, strained, nothing like the confident, carefree tone he usually had.

"Yashraj? What's going on?" I asked, my heart beginning to race as the unease bloomed into something darker.

"It's Yuvraj," he said, his words thick with urgency. "He's in the hospital. Critical condition. You need to come now."

The world seemed to tilt around me. "What? What happened? How—" I stammered, standing up from my desk, already grabbing my coat.

"I can't explain it all right now, but he's in bad shape, Aisha. Please, just come."

My legs felt shaky beneath me as I rushed out of the office, barely registering my colleagues' confused looks. I hailed a cab, my mind spinning with every possibility. Yuvraj in critical condition? What had happened? Was this a ploy to get me to come back? No, Yashraj wouldn't lie about something like this.

As the cab sped toward the hospital, I tried to steady my breathing. Memories of Yuvraj flooded my mind—his stubbornness, his intensity, his love, and his mistakes. I hadn't spoken to him in six months. Now, I was rushing to see him in a hospital bed, not knowing if he would survive the night.

When I arrived at the hospital, Yashraj was waiting for me in the lobby. His face was pale, his eyes heavy with worry.

"He's in the ICU," Yashraj said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Doctors say he's stable for now, but... it's bad, Aisha."

"What happened?" I asked, my voice trembling as I struggled to process everything.

Yashraj ran a hand through his hair, exhaling shakily. "Drugs, Aisha. He's been using them for months. Trying to cope with everything—losing you, the guilt, the pressure from our family. We thought he was doing okay, but... he wasn't. He overdosed."

The floor seemed to drop out from under me. "Drugs?" My voice was barely a whisper. Yuvraj? The man who once seemed so invincible, so in control, had fallen this far?

"He's been hiding it," Yashraj continued. "He didn't want anyone to know. But it all caught up to him. They found him unconscious in his apartment."

I felt the room spin, and I grabbed onto the nearest wall for support. Yuvraj had always been strong, but the weight of his demons had finally crushed him. And now, he was paying the price.

I didn't wait for more details. I needed to see him. Without a word, I pushed past Yashraj and headed toward the ICU, my heart pounding in my chest. When I reached his room, I froze.

Yuvraj lay on the hospital bed, pale and fragile, tubes connected to machines that beeped steadily. It didn't look like him—the strong, determined man I had known. This version of Yuvraj was broken, hollowed out by the choices he had made, by the pain he had buried too deep.

The past six months for Yuvraj had been a slow, spiraling descent into darkness. When Aisha had left, it wasn't just his heart that had broken—his entire world had collapsed around him. At first, he had tried to hold it together. He focused on work, threw himself into distractions, and kept telling himself that he would be fine, that Aisha would return when she was ready. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, the weight of his past mistakes crushed him.

He had pushed Aisha too far, and now she was gone. Every night, as he lay in their empty home, the guilt gnawed at him, reminding him of everything he had done to her—every cruel word, every moment he had lost control. He couldn't forgive himself, and soon, he stopped trying.

At first, it had started with alcohol—just enough to numb the pain, to make the nights bearable. But alcohol wasn't enough. The nightmares still came, the memories of Aisha's tears, the sound of her voice telling him she needed to leave. So, he turned to something stronger.

Drugs.

It was a slow slide. He told himself it was just for a little while, just to help him get through the rough patches. But the rough patches never ended, and soon, he was using regularly, hiding it from his family, from his brothers, from anyone who might judge him. The drugs dulled the pain, but they also dulled everything else—his work, his relationships, his will to live.

The worst part was that he knew he was spiraling. He knew he was destroying himself, but he couldn't stop. The drugs were the only thing that silenced the voices in his head, the only thing that gave him a moment of peace.

But peace was fleeting.

One night, after an especially heavy dose, he collapsed in his apartment. His brothers found him barely breathing, his body shutting down from the overdose. They rushed him to the hospital, where the doctors managed to stabilize him, but it was touch-and-go for hours.

Now, as he lay in the ICU, unconscious and frail, Yuvraj's body was fighting for survival. But the real battle—the one for his soul—was far from over.

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