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The sterile, antiseptic scent of the hospital room was suffocating, clinging to every corner like a silent, unrelenting reminder of the fragility of life.
The hum of machines filled the air, their steady rhythm a cruel mockery of the chaos that roared within him.
But for Anuruddha, all of it—the smell, the sound, the sterile stillness—was insignificant. He sat frozen in the chair by her side, his body motionless yet his mind in turmoil, his eyes locked on the pale figure lying on the hospital bed.
Indrani.
Her name echoed endlessly in his mind, a mantra, a plea, a desperate prayer to the heavens he had long stopped believing in.
She was his love, his torment, his salvation—and now, his greatest fear.
Her face, once radiant with life, was now a ghostly shadow of its usual brilliance. The sparkle that defined her spirit was absent, as though the world had cruelly stripped her of every ounce of vitality, leaving behind a fragile, flickering ember.
Anuruddha leaned forward, his knuckles white as his trembling hands gripped the cold steel railing of her bed.
His jaw tightened, his teeth grinding as he fought against the tide of emotions surging within him.
Helplessness was foreign to him, a feeling he had spent his entire life avoiding. He was a man of control, dominance, power—yet here he was, brought to his knees by the fragility of the one person who mattered most.
He stared at her still form, willing her to stir, to move, to give him even the smallest sign of life. His desperation clung to him like a shroud, suffocating and inescapable. And then, through the oppressive silence, he heard it—a sound so faint, so fragile, that it was almost imperceptible. But it was enough.
“Anuru…”
The soft murmur barely reached his ears, but it struck him with the force of a thunderbolt.
He froze for a split second before straightening instinctively, his breath hitching as his gaze snapped to her face.
Her eyelids fluttered—so faintly that he might have missed it if he wasn’t watching her so intently.
Her lips parted, her voice barely audible, like a whisper carried on the frailest of breezes.
“Anuru…” she repeated.
The sound weak yet devastatingly familiar.
Anuruddha’s heart clenched so tightly he thought it might stop. He stumbled to her side, his legs betraying his usual strength, his vision swimming with unshed tears.
Emotion he had ruthlessly buried for years surged to the surface, threatening to drown him.
“In-- Indrani,” he croaked.
His voice breaking under the weight of relief and anguish.
Her delicate fingers twitched against the crisp bedsheet, moving ever so slightly as though searching for something.
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