𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐇 : The Second Chance Of Love

chapter 7♡

Rahul's POV :

I've never felt this way before. My heart is full, overflowing with happiness and relief. Today, I finally told Inu how I feel. She's always been my best friend, the one I could share everything with, but now, she's more than that-she's my girlfriend. The love of my life.

Why didn't I realize this sooner? Did it really take this accident, this terrifying fear of losing her, to make me understand how much she means to me? I don't know. All I know is that I've never been this happy. I've got my girl back, and nothing else matters.

When I stepped out of the ICU, I saw Vihaan and Anya rushing toward me. I couldn't find the words to speak. My chest was tight, my mind still tangled in the chaos of emotions, and all I wanted was to be with her. Instead, I quietly walked to a chair and collapsed into it, trying to breathe, to process.

"How's Ruhi? Is she okay?" Anya's voice sliced through the fog in my brain.

"She's fine," I said softly, a wave of relief washing over me again. "But she needs rest."

For a long moment, I just sat there, letting it all sink in. She was safe. She was mine. And soon, I'd see her smile again-the smile that had always felt like home. That thought alone gave me all the peace I needed.

"I wish I could see her now," I heard Anya whisper to Vihaan.

"We'll visit later. She needs rest," Vihaan said gently, trying to make her understand.

Suddenly, a thought hit me like a punch in the gut-Inu's parents. Did they know? Were they told about her accident?

I quickly stood up, walking over to Vihaan and Anya.

"Anya, what about Ruhi's parents? Did you tell them?" I asked, my voice tense with worry.

"No, Rahul," she replied, her voice softer than usual. "They're out of state for a wedding. Rooh didn't go because of the farewell function. I thought it was better not to tell them without asking her first."

I nodded. "Yeah, that sounds better. We'll wait for her to decide."

It was getting dark outside, and I felt an overwhelming heaviness in my chest. Rooh was still in ICU. She was fine, but part of me couldn't shake the fear, the worry, the need to be there with her. I wanted to talk to my love. To hear her voice.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Rahul," Vihaan's voice cut through the fog. He sat beside me, his tone concerned. "You should go home. You're exhausted. You haven't eaten, you haven't drunk anything. Let me stay here overnight. I've already dropped Anya home."

But I couldn't leave. Not yet.

"No, Vicky," I said, shaking my head. "I'm fine. Go home, it's getting late. I'll stay here with Rooh. What if she needs me?"

Vihaan didn't argue. He just patted me on the back, his understanding clear. "Call me if you need anything. Rest up, okay?"

I gave him a small nod, and he left, leaving me alone in the quiet hospital room.
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The sound of a nurse's voice startled me awake.

"Sir, the patient has been shifted to Room 350. You can visit her now," the nurse said, a gentle smile on her face.

Before she even finished speaking, I was on my feet, moving so quickly my heart pounded in my chest. My feet carried me down the corridor, my mind focused only on one thing: her.

Finally, I found the room. I hesitated for a moment, hand on the door, holding my breath. And then, I pushed it open.

There she was. Lying in the bed, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. A wave of relief washed over me, but also something deeper-something that made my chest tighten.