Bade Sapne

Raksha

Shubman's POV

She collapsed into my arms, her body limp, her head resting against my chest. I tightened my hold, feeling my heart stutter at the sight of her-pale, fragile, barely conscious. Her face was smeared with blood, trailing down from the gash at her temple, and her breathing was faint. It felt as if the world had stopped, leaving only the hollow sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.

"Vira... Vira, stay with me. You're going to be okay. Please, bas... don't leave me."

I didn't know if she could hear me, but my voice kept spilling out in whispers as I guided her carefully into the car, securing her with shaking hands before I jumped into the driver's seat. Every second felt like an eternity as I drove, my focus only on getting her to the hospital.

The streets blurred around me, and I barely registered anything outside of her fragile form slumped beside me. With one hand on the wheel, I reached out with the other, gripping her hand tightly.

"Vira... mujhe sun sakti ho? You'll be fine, okay? Main hoon tumhare saath." My voice cracked. "I'm sorry... I should have... I shouldn't have let things get this bad."

It felt surreal-just hours ago, I'd been angry at her, accusing her in my head, ignoring her calls, letting everything between us rot. And now here she was, hurt and unconscious because of something I hadn't had the courage to confront. Because of me.

A wave of guilt crashed over me, almost too heavy to bear. If only I'd reached out sooner, if only I'd believed in her-believed in us. "It's my fault, Vira," I whispered, feeling the weight of the words settle in. "I should have protected you, samjhi tum? All of this... this is on me."

As we pulled up to the hospital, I barely had time to stop before I was carrying her inside, shouting for help. The nurses and doctors took her from my arms, and as they wheeled her down the hallway, I followed, my hand still gripping hers until they finally made me let go.

I sank into the waiting room chair, head in my hands, replaying every moment we'd had together, every mistake I'd made, every time I should've been there but wasn't. Each memory was a reminder of how blind I'd been, how wrapped up I'd been in my own anger to see the truth.

An hour felt like a year as I waited. Every time the doors swung open, I sat up, praying for good news. I kept thinking back to when I found her, barely holding on, too hurt to even speak. And now all I could do was wait.

Finally, a nurse came out, nodding in my direction. "She's stable," she said, her voice soft but firm. "She'll be okay. You can see her now."

I nodded.

"Actually, she got quite lucky. If the injury had been slightly further back, she might have slipped into a coma or even had serious brain damage."

My eyes widened. "Woh-woh thik toh hai na?"

"Haan, woh thik hai. Aur, uh... Shubman sir... aap mujhe aapki signature doge?"

"Woh bechari ko itni chot lagi hai, aur aapko signature ki padi hai?"

"Sir-"

"Thoda insensitive nahi lagta aapko?"

"So, the rumours are true then?"

"Kya?"

"Sir aap Ishan ko aise kaise kar sakte ho?"

"Aap please jahiye yahan se. Mujhe iss baat ke barein mein nahi bolta hai."

"You're running from the situation. Aap bilkul uske taraf ho. Dhokedaar. Aapki signature nahi chahiye."

I looked at the nurse, shocked. This was extremely unprofessional. I understood that everyone can have opinions, but to be speaking this way about a patient who was clearly in a lot of pain...

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding and stood, feeling a new surge of hope. I walked down the corridor to her room, my footsteps echoing. When I opened the door, I saw her lying there, pale and fragile, but breathing.

Slowly, I made my way to her bedside, pulling a chair close and sitting down, reaching for her hand again. "Vira, I know ki tum bohot dard mein ho, isliye mein zyada vaqt nahi lunga, lekin, I am so so sorry Vira. Ye sab mere wajah se hua hai, na?"

Her eyes met mine, as a tear slipped out, and stained her sundar sa chehera. "Ishan?"

"Kya?"

"Ishan kahan hai...?"

At this, my eyes began to sting, the tears threatening to fall, as the pain of heartbreak hit me. Her thoughts were still stuck on Ishan. I'd saved her life, but there was no room in her life for me.

"Woh match khel raha hai..."

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A/N

ok again, I haven't updated in a while, I'm really sorry guys

I've got some really important exams coming up, and school has just kept me extremely busy, so yeah. Hope you enjoyed this chapter

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