YOU NEVER WALK ALONE

43- Pichu

Happy New Year, my lovely readers!

I hope this year brings immense happiness and joy to you and your family. Let's make 2025 a year to cherish forever-a year that everyone will look back on with fondness.

2024 was undoubtedly a tough year for my personal life, but it was also the most beautiful one online. Finding all of you was the highlight of my year-you were the reason I smiled every single day, no matter what was happening around me.

Here's to making more wonderful memories together this year! 🤍🧿

Sorry for the emotional chapter on the very first day of the new year:(

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AUTHOR'S POV-

The sight in front of him froze Rashvik in place. His eyes widened, and all the air seemed to leave his body. His heart pounded in his chest, shock coursing through him.

"P-Pichu," Rashvik whispered, his voice breaking. His body felt numb, refusing to believe what he was seeing. The last thing he expected was to find his son lying unconscious, covered in blood.

With his body trembling, Rashvik ran toward the stairs where Pichu lay motionless. Rakshit and Reyansh followed close behind, their faces pale with fear. The three brothers knelt around Pichu, forming a desperate circle.

Rashvik's hands shook as he gently touched Pichu's face. "Pichu... wake up," he pleaded, his voice cracking. His fingers brushed against his son's bloodied cheek, desperate to feel any sign of life. "Betu, o-open your eyes, please," he begged.

"Pichu," both Reyansh and Rakshit called, shaking him gently in an attempt to wake him.

"Bhai, it looks like he fell down the stairs," Rakshit observed, glancing at the blood on the last few steps.

Rashvik cradled Pichu in his lap, his white shirt quickly soaking up his son's blood. His mind stopped working-he was completely blank. His lips quivered as his gaze landed on the deep wound on Pichu's forehead and the scratches on his knees and elbows.

"Why... why isn't he opening his eyes?" Rashvik whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Bhai, nothing will happen to him," Reyansh said, trying to reassure him. But Rashvik looked at him, his eyes dull and void of hope. "Bhai, we can't waste any more time. We need to take him to the hospital," Reyansh urged, grabbing Rashvik's arm.

The words snapped Rashvik back to reality. He shook his head, as if clearing the haze from his thoughts. He had to take his son to the hospital-he couldn't afford to be weak now.

He gathered Pichu in his arms, his legs trembling as he tried to stand. He continuously whispered "Pichu" in hopes that his son would open his eyes, just once. The blood continued to flow, staining Rashvik's shirt even more.

He turned, ready to leave, when they saw Sarakshi entering the house.

She had stayed back at the college for some work, but as soon as Rashvik left with Reyansh and Rakshit, she found out the work was already done. Wasting no time, she returned home.

She entered the house with a smile, happy to be home early. But her smile vanished as soon as she saw Rashvik holding Pichu and the blood-soaked floor. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open as she stared at the horrifying scene.

She ran to them, her heart pounding, her head spinning. It was the worst sight she had ever seen-something she couldn't have even imagined.

"Mr. Singh ye sab kya hai? Kya hua Pichu ko?" she asked, her voice trembling as she gently touched the child, slightly shaking him.