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Avantika Pov
I sat quietly, staring out the window as the car started moving. My thoughts twisted in a loop, replaying everything that had happened, every silent second of abandonment from my own family.
I scoffed bitterly, "My own"-what a joke. Not a single one of them had come, not even for the sake of formality. I was teetering on the edge between life and death, and they still couldn't be bothered.
I tried to shake off the ache in my chest, to ignore the sting of that reality. Instead, I focused on Pakhi Maa sitting beside me, her gentle hand resting on mine.
She hadn't left my side since I woke up, her presence both comforting and unfamiliar. Dev ji sat up front, casually chatting with him about the hospital paperwork, throwing in a joke here and there, like he was trying to lift the mood.
They were doing everything they could to make sure I felt safe, cared for. It was more than I'd ever felt with my own family.
Avyansh ji though... he was different. He didn't talk much, just asked if I was okay, if I needed anything, a glass of water, an extra blanket. His words were brief, but his actions spoke louder.
The way he checked on me every hour, the way he sat outside my room, as if silently keeping vigil-it confused me. I couldn't tell what he felt, if he was just doing this out of responsibility or if there was something more.
The road stretched ahead as I sank deeper into my thoughts. His family... they treated me with a kindness I wasn't used to. Pakhi Maa's warm hugs, Anjali Choti Maa's laughter, Devika's endless stories to distract me, Dev's lighthearted teasing.
And even Dadi Maa, who'd held my hand so gently, reassuring me that everything would be okay. It felt... strange. Like I had somehow stumbled into a different world where people didn't keep their love hidden behind sharp words or judgmental looks.
But Avyansh ji, he was a puzzle. I glanced at him, his hands steady on the wheel, his face unreadable. He had seen me at my most vulnerable, had witnessed the scars I'd tried so hard to hide. Yet he hadn't asked, hadn't pried. Just offered quiet comfort and presence.
As we drove, I couldn't help but wonder if this was what it felt like to have a family, to feel like someone genuinely cared. It was terrifying and beautiful all at once, and a part of me wanted to pull back, to shield myself before I got too used to it.
We reached home, and as the car pulled up, Dev hopped out, ready to open the door for me with his usual playful grin. I managed a small smile, reaching for his hand, but before I could grab it, it was replaced by a different hand-his hand.
I glanced up at him, momentarily startled, but his gaze was gentle, steady. Slowly, I took his hand, letting him guide me out. Just as I shifted my weight, a sharp pain flared up in my stomach, making me wince and bite back a hiss.
