"तेरी बाहों में हर दर्द भूल जाता हूँ,
तेरी नजरों में एक नई दुनिया पाता हूँ।
तेरा साथ पाकर ऐसा लगता है,
जैसे खुदा ने मुझे कुछ खास दे दिया।"
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Avyansh Pov
Papa placed a hand on my shoulder, his gaze steady, yet filled with the same quiet grief. "You have to be strong, Avyansh," he said softly. "For her, for all of us." His voice was steady, but I could sense the weight he was carrying beneath it.
I nodded, though inside I felt anything but strong.
"And your grandmother she's worried sick," he continued, mentioning Dadi. "She wanted to be here.
"How... how is she?" I asked about Maa trying to sound calm but feeling the words catch in my throat.
"She's managing. You know her, always trying to hold everyone together. But she wants to see Avantika as soon as she's stable."
My gaze shifted to the door of the ICU. She was still there, fighting her own battle, and I felt completely helpless. I didn't know what to do-my mind kept replaying every moment, every second where I wished I could've done something different.
Chote Papa placed a hand on my back, his tone gentle but firm. "Go home, change, and freshen up. You need a moment to regroup. We'll stay here with her, Avyansh."
For a moment, I considered it. My clothes were still stained, my face hollow from the lack of sleep, but leaving felt impossible. Yet, Papa's eyes held a silent reassurance.
"Alright," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Author Pov
Avyansh arrived home, feeling a weariness deeper than any physical fatigue he'd ever known. He stepped inside, and the house, usually echoing with silence, felt almost suffocating tonight.
His clothes were crumpled, and his face looked almost ghostly, his usual calm expression lost to exhaustion and something darker-a hollow ache he didn't know how to fill.
As he moved through the hall, his eyes scanned the familiar surroundings-paintings on the walls, expensive furniture, everything that should have felt like home.
But now, it was all empty. These walls couldn't offer the comfort he needed, not with the images of Avantika flashing through his mind, her fragile form lying in that hospital bed.
Without a word, without bothering to turn on the lights, he walked directly to his room. Each step felt heavy, as if his legs barely had the strength to carry him. He wanted nothing more than to escape, to shut himself off from everything-yet his mind refused to give him peace.
Reaching his room, he closed the door softly behind him and slumped against it, his head tipping back as he closed his eyes. Memories of their past flooded him, every cold remark he'd made, every moment he'd ignored her silent pleas, building up like walls around him.
He ran a hand over his face, feeling the roughness of his unshaven skin, the exhaustion seeping into his bones.
There was no one here to see him, no one to notice how broken he felt, no one to offer him comfort.
And in that moment, he realized that was exactly how Avantika must have felt all this time-alone, abandoned, her pain invisible to everyone around her, especially to him.
