𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝐀 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲

Chapter 28

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N I K S H A N T

It's been four days. Four long, excruciating days since Aaravi closed her eyes and left me in this unbearable limbo. Four days since I last heard her voice, her laughter. It feels like an eternity, and I don't know how much longer I can endure this. Her stillness terrifies me; it gnaws at the edges of my sanity.

I sit beside her hospital bed, my hands trembling as I clutch hers, willing her to wake up. Her fingers are cold, unresponsive, and it's killing me inside. Every breath she takes feels like a miracle, yet every second she remains unconscious feels like a punishment I can't escape.

"My one mistake," I whisper to myself, my voice barely audible over the steady beep of the monitors, "my one assumption has brought her here. To this... this deathbed." The words taste bitter on my tongue, and I hate myself for speaking them aloud. But they're true.

I've always been a man who prided himself on control, on strength. Vulnerability was a weakness I never allowed myself to feel. Yet here I am, stripped bare of every defense, utterly helpless.

"It's been four days, and she hasn't opened her eyes or spoken to me," I murmur, my voice cracking under the weight of my despair. "I long to hear her voice. I hate this feeling-I hate feeling vulnerable."

I bow my head, pressing my forehead to the edge of her bed. "I hate being helpless," I confess, the words spilling out of me like a dam breaking. "I don't know what I'm feeling right now. It's like my life is slipping away, one moment at a time."

Images of her face flash through my mind-her smile, the sparkle in her eyes when she was happy, the way she would look at me like I was her entire world. And now? Now she lies here, lifeless, and it's all my fault.

"I know I've caused her so much pain," I whisper, my chest tightening with the unbearable weight of guilt. "But I never wanted this. I never wanted her to end up like this, lying in this hospital bed, fighting for her life because of me."

Tears blur my vision, and I clutch her hand tighter, as if my grip alone could bring her back to me. "Please, Bhagwan ji," I beg, my voice breaking, "usse utha do. Main usse kabhi bhi koi takleef hone nahi dunga. Bas usse mere paas wapas bhej do. Main maar jaunga uske bina. Please..."

I pause, swallowing the lump in my throat, but the words keep coming. "I realised now that I love her. I love her so damn much, and I can't live without her. I've never asked you for anything, Bhagwan ji. Not once in my entire life. But today, I'm begging you. Please... please send her back to me."

The silence of the room is deafening, save for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. It's a cruel reminder of her fragile state, a sound that should comfort me but only deepens my despair.

The pain I caused her is now tearing me apart, piece by agonizing piece. I see it now-how blind I was, how cruel my words and actions must have felt to her. They say karma hits back, and now it's hit me so hard that I can barely breathe.

I close my eyes, and her face appears in the darkness behind my eyelids. Her smile, her eyes, the way she used to look at me with love and trust-they haunt me. They follow me everywhere, a ghost of what I've lost.

"Please wake up, Cherry," I whisper, my voice shaking. It's the nickname I gave her, back when everything between us was simpler, when I still had the chance to make her happy. "I can't take this anymore. It's tearing me apart. Please wake up and let me fix everything. Let me mend the pieces I broke."