THE IMPERFECT PERFECTIONS

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Today, Taniya had to leave for the hospital to perform a critical surgery.

But she was concerned about Aditya’s well-being so she arranged  a professional nurse to stay with him at all times.

Despite having family members or household staff present at the house at all times, they decided it was best to have someone trained, given the severity of his injuries.

The nurse, aiming to lift Aditya's spirits, suggested taking him to the balcony for some fresh air.

As they stepped out, Aditya dismissed her with a firm, “Leave me alone.” She hesitated but eventually obliged, leaving him to his solitude.

Aditya gazed at the plants lining the balcony, a faint smile crossing his face as memories of planting them resurfaced. He remembered how full of life he had felt back then but the smile faded quickly.

Determined to return to his room, Aditya wheeled his chair forward.

As he reached the threshold separating the balcony from the room, the slight elevation of the beam halted his progress.

He pushed harder, his hands gripping the wheels tightly but the chair refused to budge.

Frustration surged through him like a storm. Just days ago, he was able to walk, drive and move freely.

Now, this—this was his reality. A sudden anger engulfed his senses.

“Damn it!” he spat under his breath, his teeth clenched. In a final burst of determination, he thrust himself forward.

The chair tilted as his hand slipped. And then a loud thud echoed as he crashed onto the floor.

Pain shot through him like lightning and he let out a scream.

The nurse came rushing in, her face pale with panic. “Sir, are you okay? Let me help you—”

“Don’t!” Aditya barked, his voice sharp. “Just leave me alone! What good am I if I can’t even stand on my own feet?”

The nurse froze, guilt flickering in her expression.

Before she could respond Kavya appeared in the doorway and looked at Aditya.

For days, she had watched her son’s silent battles. Each moment had chipped away at her heart, leaving it in shards.

“Aditya…” she said softly, stepping closer.

Aditya stayed where he was, his body tense and his gaze distant. “Ma, I don’t want to talk right now.”

Her chest constricted at his detached tone, but she pressed on and kept taking slow and hesitant steps towards him. “You’ve always been so strong, Aditya. Even as a child. But strength doesn’t mean carrying the weight of the world alone. Sometimes… sometimes, we need help. Watching you like this, shutting me out—it’s breaking me.”

His jaw clenched tighter, his fists balled so hard his knuckles turned white.

“So? What do you want me to do?what do you want me to say? That I’m fine? That this doesn’t feel like hell every second of the day?” His voice cracked, anger lacing every word.

Finally, he turned toward her. His eyes, blazing with frustration, met hers. Kavya gasped, her own tears spilling over as she saw the raw and unfiltered pain in his expression.

“I don’t need you to pretend, Aditya,” she said, her voice trembling. “I just need you to let me be there for you.”

Aditya looked away, his throat tightening as he fought to suppress the wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm him.