𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 | Preeran ✓

The hospital | chapter twenty-three

➳ C H A P T E R T W E N T Y - T H R E E
the hospital.
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HE WAS GUNSHOT.

Everything seemed blurring. It was two of us in the airport. Karan was sprawled across the road - coughing hard. His cough was the only sound which brought me out of my trance and I quickly pulled out my phone with my shaking hands and dialed to the ambulance.

Karan was coughing so hard that his eyes lids were rapidly blinking and started to fall and I roughly shook his body. "Karan, no, you can't die on me. Look at me, please! Stay awake-the ambulance is on the way," I hugged him, his body clinging hard on to me.

"P-Preeta, P-Promise me one thing," he coughed blood this time, my eyes widened. Tears started pooling in my eyes and I nodded my head. "Promise m-me that you will look after our daughter and Ayaan."

Tears dropped to my own cheeks and he wiped it off, "Karan, no, you won't-"

He laughed. "P-Preeta you're not fooling anyone. I-I know you looked after Amyra for seven years and all, but, still. Even if I die, remember I'll always be there for you, no matter what."

I slapped him. "Shut up, Karan-please don't talk anything for fucks sake!"

He laughed once again, "its okay, Preeta Arora, its okay. It's okay to let go. There will be someone else for you, you know? Who will not fight with you every day, who will listen to all the time and-" he yelled in pain and I gasped, gripping his arm tighter. "-who will love you, well, not more than me though, but will love you endlessly," he kissed my forehead and I cried harder.

"WILL YOU FUCKING SHUT UP, YOU ASSHOLE? YOU WON'T DIE. I PROMISE AND NOW-YOU SHUT YOUR TRASH!" I yelled back and he smirked as he laughed once again.

Before he could speak, the ambulance's siren erupted the surroundings and the doctor and few nurses got down from the van - got Karan up and put him on the stretcher - his hand still holding on to me. Along with him, I sat in the ambulance. They put the oxygen mask and the doctor checking on him. Tears were still falling on my cheeks and I was wiping my tears. My dress was soaked in the blood and my hands were shaking.

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We reached the hospital in ten minutes and thankfully, the doctors were on time and they were taking him inside. Before they could take him in, his hand stuck up, gripping on my arm. "Remember me in your prayers."

He left my arm and they took him in. I fall on the ground - leaning on the wall and my palm covering my mouth. Tears were continuously rolling down my cheek and I sat there. Many thoughts were running through my mind and only one of those thoughts affected me - Karan's death.

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"Excuse me, miss?" I looked up to the owner of the voice - to find someone familiar. His eyes widened and smiled at me.

"Preeta?"

I squinted and he gave me his hand; I stood up from the ground and arranged my crumbled frock.

"I'm sorry, but, who are you?" I asked, while he smiled again.

"Preeta, I'm Suhail-we attended the same university-Karan's best friend. Remember me?"

And that's when I realized. Suhail Malik. I give him a tight smile and he nodded his head.

"Yeah, I remember you, Malik. We met few-sorry many times-at my dorm and few parties, right? I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you earlier," I told him and he smiled, yet again. What is it with him and his smiles?