Suman winced as she looked at her elbow, noticing the blood trickling down.
Shravan hurriedly stepped forward. "Oh, Suman, it's bleeding. Come on, let me help you. Lets get you first aid."
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Aanchal sat there, tears streaking down her face as she whispered to herself, "Oh my god... I want to forget my past... those painful memories. I don't want to remember them again. Please... make me forget..."
Unaware of the tall man watching her from a distance, Aanchal continued to cry quietly, consumed by the weight of her emotions.
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The next morning, the sun's rays pierced through the curtains, gently warming Aanchal's face. She squinted, rubbing her eyes as she woke up to the bright light. Her wristwatch blinked 6:45 AM, and she quickly scrambled out of bed, heading straight to the ICU.
Inside, Siddarth lay unconscious, his body still, a stark contrast to the rhythmic beeping of the machines around him. Aanchal walked over to the window, pulling the screens aside. The light poured in, and she couldn’t help but watch him for a moment.
"Doctor!" she called, her voice wavering with anxiety.
The doctor arrived swiftly. "Mr. Siddarth, open your eyes," he instructed.
Slowly, Siddarth’s eyelids fluttered open, his gaze unfocused at first.
The doctor checked his vitals and gave Aanchal a reassuring smile. "He’s perfectly fine now."
Aanchal let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. "Thank God," she whispered, relief flooding her.
The doctor smiled warmly. "We’ll discharge him today."
Aanchal nodded. "Thank you so much, Doctor."
"You're welcome. Take good care of him, Aanchal."
Siddarth stirred, turning his head toward her. "Sure, Doctor."
Aanchal began to walk away, but a faint voice called out from behind.
"Aanchal..."
She turned around. Siddarth was attempting to sit up but struggled. She quickly moved to his side, supporting him by the shoulders as she helped him sit up. As their eyes met, she felt an unexpected jolt of something she couldn’t place. He was so close.
Meanwhile, the tall man, standing at a distance, clenched his fist, his jaw tightening in visible anger.
Aanchal instinctively stepped back, putting some distance between herself and Siddarth, feeling an odd tension rise in the room.
"Thanks, Aanchal," Siddarth said, a smile forming on his lips.
Aanchal returned the smile, albeit a little nervously, before excusing herself and leaving the room.
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When Aanchal returned home, she was met by Tanuja, who was visibly relieved to see her. Without a word, Tanuja enveloped her in a tight hug.
"Where were you last night?" Tanuja asked, her voice laced with concern.
Aanchal hesitated, unsure of how to explain the events of the previous night. She couldn’t bring herself to share the details of the terrifying incident. "I was in an accident," she said simply, leaving out the darker parts of her story, the parts she feared no one would believe.
Tanuja’s eyes widened with shock. "How is he now?"
"He's fine," Aanchal reassured her. "No problem."
Tanuja, still shaken, nodded. "Okay, get ready now, we’re leaving soon."
Aanchal agreed, heading to the bathroom to freshen up. She stepped out of the shower, feeling the warmth of the water on her skin. As she dried off, she went to her wardrobe and pulled out her favorite white gown, a sentimental gift from her mother during her college days.
She slipped it on, sitting in front of the mirror as she applied eyeliner. Her thoughts drifted back to those college days, a time of hopes and dreams.
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Flashback - The First Day of College
Aanchal entered the college with a heart full of ambition. As she walked through the crowded hall, her notes slipped from her hands and scattered across the floor. She bent down to gather them, but as she reached for one, a hand appeared beside hers.
"Can I help you?" the voice asked.
Aanchal looked up. He was tall, handsome, and she noticed his warm smile as he offered his assistance.
"Thanks," she replied, a little flustered.
"You're new here, right?" he asked, studying her.
"Yeah," she nodded. "It's my first day."
He smiled again. "I’m in my last year here."
They exchanged a brief handshake, and as he walked away, Aanchal couldn’t help but feel something stir inside her. She didn’t know it yet, but this chance meeting would leave a mark on her.
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Reality - Aanchal’s Present Day
As Aanchal applied mascara, her mind wandered back to another memory from college.
She was chatting with a friend when she suddenly heard a familiar voice from behind.
"Are you Suman Tiwari?"
She turned, surprised to see the same boy from her first day of college standing there.
"Yeah, we’ve met before, right?" she asked, recognizing him immediately.
He smiled. "Yeah."
She smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "I’m Suman Tiwari," she said, extending her hand.
He took it with a firm grip. "I’m Shravan Malhotra."
They shared a handshake, and in that brief exchange, something unspoken passed between them.
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bhula dena mujhe (Make Me Forget)
Horrorit is a story about aanchal, an advocate, is forced to found a mystery in shravan malhothra's death after she is haunted by a ghost.
