Ojasvi
I stayed by Vedant’s side the entire time, refusing to leave him even for a moment.
Eesha woke up that afternoon, and we cried as we hugged each other tightly.
Seeing her awake, seeing her smile, it felt like a small weight was lifted off my heart.
But even after I made sure she was alright, there was still a hollow feeling deep inside. Because Vedant—he still hadn’t woken up.
I returned to his room, sitting beside his bed, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. I gently brushed his hair, my fingers trembling.
"When will you wake up, Vedant?" I whispered, my voice breaking as I leaned in closer. I couldn’t bear it anymore.
This silence, the stillness—it was crushing me. Every minute that passed, I felt like I was losing a piece of myself.
We hadn’t told Dadi Sa or Dada Sa about what had happened yet.
They would be devastated, and their health couldn’t take that kind of worry. But I could barely hold myself together.
That night, I barely ate any dinner. The food sat untouched on the table, and my mind stayed fixated on the man lying unconscious before me.
I was sitting there, staring at him, when I heard it—a faint groan. It was like a lifeline, pulling me from the depths of despair.
"Vedant?" I whispered, rushing to his side. His eyelids fluttered open, and I immediately called for the doctor, my heart racing.
After the doctor checked him and confirmed that he was alright, I finally exhaled a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.
The room fell quiet again as the doctor left, leaving just the two of us—me and Vedant.
"Ojasvi," he said softly, his voice raspy.
Hearing his voice, the dam I had been holding back shattered. I crumbled to the floor beside his bed, my hands gripping the sheets as sobs wracked through me.
"Ojasvi, what’s wrong? Are you in pain? Let me call the doctor for you—" Vedant started to move, his worry evident in his voice, but I shook my head.
"Why did you wake up so late?" I sobbed, unable to control the torrent of emotions pouring out. "I thought… I thought you’d never wake up. I was so scared, Vedant. I thought I was going to suffocate just from looking at you lying there like that."
The words tumbled out, broken and filled with the fear that had gripped me for so long. I was a mess, crying uncontrollably, my breath coming out in hiccups.
"Ojasvi… Ojasvi..." Vedant’s voice was calling out to me, but I couldn’t hear him over the pounding of my heart.
My mind was spiraling again, those horrible words echoing in my head. I am a broom star. I bring bad luck. I heard my father's voice, like a cruel whisper in the back of my mind. An unlucky girl. A curse.
I couldn’t escape it. The guilt was drowning me. Vedant is hurt because of me. Arhaan Bhai, Eesha—they all suffered because I’m cursed. I should never have stayed. I’m a broom star, an unlucky girl...
I couldn’t stop the flood of emotions. It felt like everything inside me was breaking apart all at once.
My mind was screaming at me, over and over again: You're a broom star. You bring bad luck to everyone close to you. You're the reason that this happened.
The voices in my head grew louder. An unlucky girl. A curse. Broom star. Broom star.
It was like a chant, echoing inside me, and I couldn’t breathe. I was spiraling, lost in the belief that I had caused all of this.
