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69. Dreams and Discoveries

Sumedh's pov:
I clenched my fists, anger boiling in my veins. The image of Abhinav’s smug face flashed in my mind, and before I could stop myself, I grabbed my keys and stormed out of the house.

Abhinav was slumped in the chair, his wrists raw from the ropes cutting into his skin. His head lifted weakly as I approached, his eyes bloodshot but still defiant.

"You’re back,"
he muttered, his voice hoarse.

"What now, Sumedh? Another round of your amateur torture?"
I didn’t respond. My hands were already reaching for the hammer and the long needle I’d brought with me.

"Do you know what it feels like to watch someone you love waste away in front of you?"
I asked coldly, gripping the hammer tightly.
He smirked, even in his pathetic state.

"Still crying over your wife? Pathetic."
My rage exploded. I slammed the needle into his shoulder, the sharp point sinking into flesh. He screamed, his body jerking against the ropes, but I didn’t stop.

"You injected her with that virus,"
I snarled, driving the hammer down to push the needle deeper.

"You ripped our baby away. You’ve destroyed her, and now she’s dying!"
I leaned in close, my voice shaking with fury.

"But you won’t die, Abhinav. Not yet. You’ll feel every ounce of pain you’ve caused her. Every second of it."
He whimpered, tears streaming down his face, but I felt no mercy. Each scream from him was a balm for the agony burning inside me.

When I returned home, the sound of Aarohi’s laughter greeted me again, but this time, it didn’t bring comfort. It brought guilt.

I stepped into the living room quietly, leaning against the doorway. Aarohi was sitting on the floor, her little doll clutched in her hand as she talked animatedly to Mallika, who was lying on the couch, her face pale but smiling softly.

"Mumma, when you get better, will you help me make a new dress for Dolly?"
Aarohi asked, her wide eyes filled with innocence.

"Of course, Aru"
Mallika said, her voice weak but filled with love.

"We’ll make the prettiest dress together."
Aarohi beamed, crawling onto the couch to cuddle next to her.

"You’ll get better soon, right, Mumma?"
Mallika kissed the top of her head, tears glistening in her eyes.

"I promise, Aru. I’ll do my best."
I swallowed hard, my throat tightening painfully. Watching them together felt like a knife twisting in my chest. They didn’t know. They didn’t know what was coming.

What will happen to Aarohi when we’re gone?

The thought hit me like a thunderclap. I imagined her small figure wandering through an empty house, calling for parents who would never answer. Alone in a world too cruel for someone so innocent.

I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to steady my breathing, but the pain only deepened. I couldn’t let this happen. I couldn’t leave her like this.
Mallika looked up then, her tired eyes meeting mine.

"Sumedh… come sit with us."
I forced a smile, walking over and sitting beside them. Aarohi immediately climbed into my lap, giggling as she played with my fingers.

"Papa, you’ll stay with us forever, right?"
she asked, her question innocent but devastating.

I hugged her tightly, burying my face in her hair to hide the tears that spilled down my cheeks.