The next chapter is out on Scrollstack and the next updates will be after 3 oct .
I have exam "padha ni ja raha alag baat h " but whatever if you'll engage properly with this chapter and complete the target then I might think about updating next chapter . Which I know wouldn't happen so ....
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Shreyas pov :-
“You’ll leave me just like everyone…”
Her words kept echoing in my mind on a continuous loop, even as the doctor injected the medicine that calmed her, making her slip back into sleep.
Those words pierced something deep inside me.
Her cracked voice.
The fear in her eyes.
Her disheveled state.
Just how much… and what exactly had happened to break her like this?
“Bhai, you’re crying.” Avyansh’s voice pulled me back, and that’s when I realized—the tears had slipped down my face without me even noticing. Tears for her pain, for her suffering.
I quickly raised a hand to wipe them away, but the more I wiped, the more they kept flowing.
“Is she fine?” I asked, my voice low, cracked, betraying how hard I was trying to hold myself together.
I needed to be strong.
Not for me—but for her.
For my love.
For Nayan.
I swear to you, baby… I’ll fight every one of your demons for you.
“She is stable. It was just a sudden trauma that got triggered. Mr. Rathore, I’d like to speak to you in my cabin,” the doctor said. I gave him a brief nod, not bothering to look in his direction.
My eyes refused to leave her. The pale, almost lifeless figure on the hospital bed.
Avyansh tapped my shoulder, pulling me out of my trance.
“We’re here. Go talk to the doctor,” he said, glancing at Mehek, who was silently crying as she looked at Nayan.
“Take care of her too,” I murmured, shifting my gaze between Nayan and Mehek before finally turning away.
But just as I walked out of the room, someone tugged at the back of my shirt, making me stop mid-step. I turned, only to find Mehek standing there, her head lowered like a guilty child bracing herself for scolding.
I faced her fully as she quickly let go of my shirt and clasped her hands together, fidgeting nervously with her fingers.
