𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞|𝟏𝟖+ (Series #01)

34

CHAPTER 34 :
❀A HEARTBEAT AWAY❀
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R A G H A V' S      P O V

The moment I heard the dull thud from behind the bathroom door, my heart feezed. I stopped myself from thinking about any worse possibilities. I started banging on the door frantically.

"Meera! Meera, Open the door!" I shouted, unable to let go of the feeling.

No response.

Silence. The chilling silence.

Panic shot through my veins like ice. I wasn't able to hear any movements from the inside. My hand twisted the door knob again, but it was locked from the inside.

She must've forgotten to unlock the knob before. It was an automatic setting.

Shit. Damn it.

I rushed to the nightstand and grabbed my phone. My mind raced with various thoughts. It was quarter past five in the morning, too early for anyone else to call for.

Kabir.

He stayed on the lowest floor from ours, in the same residential apartment. And, he had the passcode to our penthouse.

I fumbled to find his contact with shaky hands and called him.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

Pick up the goddamn phone.

"Kabir, get here right now!" I barked the moment he picked up.

"H-Hello Sir? What's wrong?" His voice was alert, despite the early hour.

"Meera has locked herself in the bathroom. And, it's been ten minutes she's not answering me. I think she's collapsed. You have the passcode to our penthouse. Get inside now!"

"I'm on my way, Sir. " Kabir responded swiftly, ending the call.

I scanned the room for anything I could use to break down the door, only to find nothing. I couldn't wait, I couldn't stand there doing nothing.

There's no point in waiting.

What if it's too late?

No. No.

With all the strength I could muster, I threw my shoulder into the door. It shook, but held. Again. I gritted my teeth, a growl escaping me as I hit it harder.

Again. Again. Again.

Nothing.

Each tick of the second hand felt like a lifetime, my mind running wild with every worst-case scenario imaginable.

How long had she been feeling this bad?

I knew she was exhausted, hence I took her out for the date but she'd been hiding it, trying not to worry me. She always did that. Always pushed herself too far. Even in her past and even now.

It's all my fault.

I shouldn't have exhausted her. I know how I'm always failing myself to take care of her. And, how can I even forget, she's pregnant with our baby, how am I turning down my responsibilities on her?