Her Dangerous Obsession

Chap 75 - The Emotional Storm

£ Author’s POV

£ Three Months Later

£ AIIMS, Delhi

The weather outside was merciless that day. The entire sky was buried beneath a heavy blanket of thunderclouds, and rain poured down in relentless sheets.

The long corridors of AIIMS echoed with hurried footsteps, muffled whispers, and the faint beeping of machines from behind closed doors. A strange heaviness lingered in the air — an oppressive silence that made even breathing feel like punishment.

Outside the operation theatre, both the Mishra and Mehrotra families sat together, faces pale and drained of hope.

The news had struck them all like a thunderbolt — Preeti's condition had suddenly worsened that afternoon. Her blood pressure had dropped dangerously low, and the sight of thick blood in her vomit had sent Jeet rushing her to the hospital in a panic.

After a tense and brief discussion, the doctors had announced that, an immediate premature delivery was necessary.

The word ‘difficult’ uttered by the senior surgeon still echoed painfully in everyone's ears.

"Looking at her condition," the doctor had said gravely, "it is extremely difficult for us to save both the mother and the child. We cannot assure you of the safety of either of them."

Jeet sat motionless on the cold steel bench, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped so tightly, that his knuckles turned white — as if holding them together was the only thing keeping him from collapsing.

His face was buried in his palms, but the tremors coursing through his body revealed the storm raging within him.

Beside him sat Kriya, trying to comfort him, whispering small words of strength, she herself could barely believe. Her eyes were swollen, her lips quivering, yet she stayed beside him, refusing to let him break completely.

Anaisha sat silently in a corner, her eyes slightly red, her expression eerily blank.

Her fists clenched the fabric of her dress so tightly that her knuckles turned pale. It was the only way she could stop her emotions from spilling out.

Adhrit sat next to her, his arm protectively around her shoulders. The usual calm confidence on his face was gone, replaced by worry and helplessness. His thumb unconsciously rubbed gentle circles on Anaisha's arm, as though he was reassuring her — or maybe himself.

Barkha and Mamta sat together, heads bowed, praying silently. Gayatri and Ruchi were beside them, their eyes fixed on the operation theatre door, lips trembling with unspoken prayers.

Namish and Arjun stood a few steps away, near Jeet, their faces as pale as the other members of family. Pranay, who had always been the pillar of strength, now looked older, smaller, and utterly defeated.

Everyone knew this day was bound to come. They had all been preparing themselves mentally for it, trying to accept the inevitable. But when the moment actually arrived, reality hit harder than any of them had imagined.

Every passing second felt like a dagger twisting in their hearts. Each tick of the clock echoed in the silent corridor, a cruel reminder that time was slipping away.

Suddenly, the door of the operation theatre swung open, making everyone jolt to their feet.

A nurse stepped out — her cap slightly tilted, her face tense, her eyes flickering between the anxious faces waiting for her words. For a moment, her silence was deafening. It made hearts skip beats, breaths halt midair.