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A beauty with brains and has a sassy attitude with a sunshine personality. At just the age of 21, she achieved success in the business field. Princess of Agarwals and...
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The corridors of the hospital felt too quiet for my liking, even with the occasional murmur of a nurse passing by or the distant sound of beeping monitors.
That silence wasn’t peaceful.
It was the kind of quiet that seeps into your bones and makes you question everything around you.
Ruvit was alright as his injury was nothing vital. But the vulnerable image of him had gnawed at me.
The doctor said he was stable and should be kept under observation for the next five days.
But being stable wasn’t enough to make me less worried or something.
Not when he’d taken a bullet meant for me.
Not when he bled all over my arms whispering my name like a prayer he didn’t want to stop repeating.
I stood near the window of his room, staring out at the dim skyline of the morning view.
My arms folded tightly across my chest, like they were holding me together. I might shatter otherwise.
The sound of hurried footsteps pulled my attention, and when I turned to look at the approaching people, there they were.
Ruvit’s family.
Ritu aunty looked like she was about to fall down. Her eyes were dull as they landed on her son.
“Ruvit!” She gasped, rushing to the side of his bed. The tears followed their path down her cheeks.
Manoj uncle followed his wife. His eyes brimmed with pain as he placed a trembling hand on Ruvit’s shoulder.
Behind them came Manish bhaiya—composed but worried, followed by Ridhima whose face was almost pale.
She engulfed me in a hug as soon as she entered inside the room.
“Are you okay?” Her voice was soft, filled with concern. “Yes, I am fine.” I smiled faintly, when we pulled away.
And finally, Ruvit’s grandmother stepped inside.
Her eyes met mine for just a second, and I saw in them the gratitude, fear, and trust, all at the same time.
“Thank god, he is fine.” Ritu aunty whispered, brushing her fingers across his hair. “I was so scared after watching the news.”
She sniffed beside her husband as he wiped the tears from her face with his handkerchief.
“Where is Rishika?” I directed my question to Ridhima, who stood beside me, arms crossed.
“She wanted to come but she had exams. So, maa left her with Abhir.” Ridhima replied softly to which I nodded.
A few minutes later, Manish bhaiya looked at me. “Why did this happen, any clues?”
