Prescription For Love

Chapter 9 - Broken wings

Arjun's POV

I couldn't believe how quickly my world had turned upside down. Just a few days ago, I was living my dream as a lover, secretly relishing the forbidden romance with my, Aryan. Our love, hidden within the sterile walls of the hospital, was a source of both pleasure and pain. But now, as I stood in the hallway, my heart raced with a different kind of anxiety, one that had nothing to do with the thrill of our clandestine affair.

The events unfolded like a nightmare. A nosy nurse, always curious about our frequent meetings, had grown suspicious. She had witnessed our stolen kisses and whispered conversations, mistaking them for something unethical. In a cruel twist of fate, she revealed our secret to my father

The sterile smell of the hospital brought a wave of anxiety as I stood in the corridor, my heart racing. I never thought it would come to this. Now, everything was in disarray. It felt like a world separate from the one I'd been living in just a few days ago. I had been trapped between my love for Aryan and the suffocating grip of my father's expectations.

I hadn't meant for it to come out, but Aryan and I had been so careful, so wrapped up in each other, that we thought we could keep our secret safe. But secrets have a way of unraveling.

My dad, a stern and traditional man, arrived like a storm, fury in his eyes, his rage was evident as he confronted Aryan, spewing curses and blaming him for ruining everything. The venom in his words was palpable. "This is your fault! You've poisoned my son's mind." "How dare you take advantage of my son's naive, you ungrateful wretch! he yelled, his voice echoing through the ward. Aryan, startled and vulnerable in his hospital gown, could only stare back, his cold exterior momentarily shattered.

I rushed into the room, my heart pounding. "Dad, please, let's discuss this privately," I pleaded, trying to shield Aryan from my father's wrath. Aryan's eyes met mine, Confusion and sadness in his eyes, but I was torn between my love for him and my fear of my dad.

"Get out of here, Arjun! I won't have you involved with this... this patient," my father spat, his words cutting through me. Aryan's face fell, and I knew I had to make a choice—my father or my love.

"Dad, stop!" I had shouted, I couldn't let him treat Aryan like this. But my father wasn't listening; his rage consumed him.

I finally managed to pull him out of the room, dragging him to a quieter corner of the hospital. "You can't talk to him like that!" I insisted, my voice strained with a mixture of anger and desperation. 

I made my dad sit in my cabin and hurriedly went to Aryan, his face looked pale and he stared with unshed tears 

I approached him, taking his hand in mine. "Aryan, I'm sorry. I had to protect you and my father... he's not like us. He doesn't understand our love." I tried to explain, my voice breaking.

Aryan pulled his hand away, his eyes hardening. "Why didn't you spoke up. I thought we were together, Right?, but I guess I was wrong." His words cut deep, and I felt the distance growing between us.

"No, Aryan, please. Don't say that. I love you, and I'll do anything to prove it," I pleaded, my heart aching.

Aryan shook his head, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Leaving me alone, Arjun. I can't talk about this anymore. Not today. I need some time" He turned away, his broad shoulders tremging.

I stood there, frozen, as Aryan's words sunk in. I wanted to argue, to beg him to understand, but I knew it would be in vain. With a heavy heart, I left the room, feeling the weight of my decision crush me 

I stepped in cabin, My dad approached me with hardened expression. "You need to understand that this is wrong, Arjun. You're jeopardizing everything—your future, our family."

"I don't care about that!" I snapped, but deep down, I felt the weight of his words pressing down on me.

The confrontation escalated quickly. He threatened me, "If you don't come home with me, I'll... I'll die, to force me back to our hometown, away from everything I had come to love. In a moment of weakness, I caved to his blackmail, my fear of losing him—of losing everything—overpowering my love for Aryan. Leaving Aryan felt like tearing a piece of my heart away, but I didn't know how to stand up to my father.

"I'll come home," I said, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. The moment I agreed, a look of satisfaction crossed my father's face. He didn't know how much it would cost me.

Back home, my heart ached for Aryan. guilt consumed me, I ignoring his calls and messages, drowning in guilt and confusion. I thought about him constantly, the way his laughter filled the air, the warmth of his hand in mine. But fear can be a powerful force, and I was terrified of my father's wrath.

Days passed in a haze of regret. I missed Aryan more than I thought possible. I told myself it was for the best, but each unanswered message from him felt like a dagger twisting in my chest. I should have been there for him, should have fought for us. But instead, I let my father's fear take the wheel, driving me further away from the one person who mattered.

Then came the call that shattered my world anew. Priyal's voice trembled as she spoke, "Arjun, it's  about...... Aryan. He's in critical condition. You need to get to the hospital."

Panic surged through me, drowning out all rational thought. I didn't even know how to respond. "What do you mean, critical? What happened?" I stammered, my heart was racing.

"I don't know all the details. Just... please hurry."

I rushed to the hospital, my heart pounding in my chest, the weight of my choices crashing down around me. Each second felt like an eternity, throughout the flight, filled with dark thoughts of what could happen if I didn't get there in time. I replayed every moment of the last few days—how I had abandoned Aryan, how I let fear dictate my actions.

When I finally reached the hospital, I ran to the nurse's station. "Where is Aryan?" I gasped, barely able to catch my breath.

"Room 312," she said, her tone grave. "But please, you should prepare yourself."

The words hung heavy in the air as I sprinted down the corridor, fear gripping my heart. I opened the door to the room, and my breath caught in my throat.

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