Always Yours

Her screams

I don't know about you my cute readers but I was literally crying while typing this chapter....

It takes 2 days for me to write...

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"Mahak's heart rate suddenly skyrocketed, audible to everyone in the room. Dr. Chaudhary, seeing this, quickly told everyone to step outside, saying he needed to recheck Mike. Mike's pulse was dropping rapidly, and the tension was palpable. Rudra grabbed Dr. Chaudhary's collar, his voice thick with urgency, 'I need my wife to be okay, you got that?' Dr. Chaudhary tried to reassure him, but Rudra was inconsolable. Finally, Neil and Shivansh had to gently escort Rudra out of the room, leaving everyone outside with worry etched on their faces."

Rudra watched Mahak through the glass window, his heart pounding as her breathing grew erratic and her pulse plummeted. Dr. Chaudhary wasted no time, calling in his team and administering electric shocks to revive her.

For a few moments, Rudra just stood there, frozen. Then, without a second thought, he stormed into the room.

"Sir, please step outside," one of the doctors urged.

But Rudra wasn’t the kind to listen. He rushed to Mahak’s side, gripping her hand tightly, his voice breaking.

"You can’t leave me like this," he choked out. "Fight for me, baby doll. Come back to me… I won’t survive without you."

And just like that, as if his words had pulled her from the abyss, Mahak’s breathing began to steady.

Mahak’s pulse had finally stabilized. Dr. Chaudhary exhaled in relief, then turned to Rudra. "Saheb, please step outside now. I need to continue her treatment, and you’re in the way."

Rudra’s sharp gaze flickered between the doctor and Mahak. He hesitated, his fingers grazing hers one last time. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Get better soon, babydoll." His voice was barely above a whisper.

Just as he was about to step away, he felt the faintest tug.

Mahak’s little finger had wrapped around his.

The warmth of her touch made him freeze. Slowly, he turned back—his heart hammering against his ribs. His breath hitched.

She was awake.

Her eyelids fluttered open, hazy and heavy with exhaustion. But her gaze—her gaze found him instantly, like he was the only thing in the world she recognized.

Rudra’s entire body tensed, his throat dry. "Mahak…" He stepped closer, his hands instinctively reaching out to touch her. First, her fingers. Then, gently, her cheek. "You’re awake, babydoll… does it hurt? Do you remember me? Should I call the doctor? Do you need something?" His words tumbled out in urgency.

Mahak didn’t answer. Instead, she lifted a weak hand and slowly pulled off her oxygen mask.

"Dad… call my dad… and Mrs. Agnihotri."

Her voice was barely above a whisper—so soft that no one else heard.

But Rudra did.

His breath faltered, his brows pulling together. There was something in her eyes—a quiet storm building, something unresolved. He didn’t question it. Instead, he wiped the moisture from his own lashes, swallowed the lump in his throat, and stepped outside.