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Aanan's POV
But then, just as I was about to give up hope, her eyes fluttered one last time... and slowly, ever so slowly, they began to open wider.
My heart skipped a beat, and time seemed to freeze.
Her eyes locked onto mine, but something was missing-something I was desperate to see.
The warmth, the familiarity... it wasn't there.
I froze, my chest tightening as her gaze shifted, flickering uncertainly around the room before settling back on me. The weight of that empty look hit me like a sledgehammer.
No... please, no.
"Ashvi..." I whispered, but the crack in my voice made it sound like I was begging.
Her lips parted, but nothing came out. Her brows pinched together slightly, like she was struggling to place me... like I was a stranger standing by her side.
The ache in my chest grew unbearable. My grip on her hand loosened slightly.
Does she... not remember me?
I could feel the panic rising-hot, suffocating, clawing at my throat.
But then-
Her fingers twitched.
A faint, trembling movement that barely brushed against my palm, but I felt it as if she had screamed my name.
My eyes darted to her hand, watching intently as her fingers shifted again, slower this time. She was reaching for something... for me.
I moved closer, wrapping her fragile hand in both of mine, grounding myself in that small touch.
"Ashvi, baby... I'm here. I'm right here," I whispered, brushing my thumb softly over her knuckles. My heart pounded mercilessly, the fear still holding me hostage.
Her eyes flickered back to mine, and I swore I saw something-something flickering beneath the confusion.
Recognition.
Please... just say my name.
She parted her lips, and this time, her voice-soft, broken, but unmistakable-cut through the silence.
"A- Aan..."
I swore the world stopped moving.
Her voice was so faint I could've convinced myself I imagined it... but I hadn't.
I felt the breath I didn't realize I'd been holding leave me in a shaky rush. My forehead dropped against her hand, and a tremor rolled through my body, tearing through the iron-willed restraint I had been holding onto for days.
