Avneil:Jail Track FF [✓]

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I'm crossing two months for the update.. really sorry guys..
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Neil's smile faded as she gave her entire weight onto him, her arms dangled loosely in the air. He wasn't prepared for this collapse, so ended up dropping to the floor. Her eyes were closed hopelessly and that was one next to impossible thing.

He patted her cheeks go get no response. He played her behaviour in his mind a few times until he clarified what was happening to her: panic attacks. He didn't waste time on emotional turmoil, carried her in his arms, took the car keys. He laid her on the backseat of the car and drove off hastily to the hospital from where they got her treated previously.

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"What happened to her?" He asked once the doctor came out after a short inspection. "Breathlessness again. We're going to look for some internal permanent damage after that incident. Earlier she went on fine so we didn't consider for a citation. I think we need to take one now." He informed. The seriousness in his voice scared him.

"Internal permanent damage? I don't care as long as it doesn't define her life expectancy. " He spoke.

"I'm afraid it will."

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I didn't know which problems they were fixing in her. But I knew I was the root cause. We thought it was the panic attacks that caused breathlessness. We let it go that way. We swore not to give her any stress so she wouldn't have those attacks only to derive a worse conclusion: It had nothing to do with the attacks. There was a breathing abnormality that had to be cured. Or maybe it couldn't be.

I had left her to bear the beatings and inhumane behaviour in the jail. Because of me she was nearly buried alive. Nearly dead. And if there was a disorder now, it was me to take the entire blame.

Stay positive Neil. I said myself, formed an air bubble in the inside of my cheek and blew it out, venting my anxiety. "An oxygen therapy might cure it." I mumbled to myself. That would be best.

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"Pulmonary fibrosis." The doctor informed us, looking disappointed. My granddaughter in law couldn't have it. She just couldn't. I saw Neil contract in his seat, broken. My Tillu loved her the most in this world, it would obviously pierce him to know her condition.

"That was supposed to be cured!" Neela shrieked all of a sudden. We looked at her confused. "She was diagnosed of it when she was shot by Dayawanti. It depletes the lungs slowly. It was a damage. I.. thought.." Neela broke into sobs. She had seen Avni going through it, she Did Not want to see it again.

"Bache, chup karja. Theek hai vo." I went towards her, pulling her into a consoling hug. "Bebe.." she hugged me back. "That wall incident triggered it. I'm glad you've bought her on time. Could have been a nuisance though." He spoke, doing no good.

They were about to get married again, leaving all worries.

"Doctor sir, please do-s somethings." Shweta spoke, worried. If it wouldn't have been the conditions, her English would have been murdered by me today.

"Arrey doctor speaks something." She urged him to speak.
"Tu chup karja Shweta!" I blasted her and she shut herself.

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After the doctor said that she shall be receiving oxygen therapy for some time and then see further, Avni was taken to Khanna Mansion, the acting had been put off for a while.

Their room was cleaned thoroughly, made devoid of all dust so that it was healthy for her. She was then shifted and lay silently on the bed.

Only Neil knew how much he hated the nasal cannula around her.

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Night time♥

Neil gently roamed his hand around Avni's head, massaging it slowly, straightening the knots that must have formed, and looked at her sadly.

I know you'll say 'Neil you can't do anything about my past scars. They cannot be cured by you no matter what.' But Avni, I can't help but think about it. Feels like, I'm at fault. I want to give us a normal life, I don't know why am I failing to do it. Don't know where I'm going wrong. Don't know what I should do and what I shouldn't.
Our ship isn't moving to its destination. We're failing to live normally.
Kehte hain safar Khoobsurat hai Manzil se bhi. Par iss safar mei Avni, tumhe dukh mila hai. Kaash Manzil bhi mil jaaye.

"I can never give you a normal life and a normal child Neil." Came a faint whisper as someone tugged more closer to him.

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tuhi1109 buddy I had not opened WhatsApp as well since 31st I guess..So no replies (agar kuch message kiya tha to)
And I'm not going back there before October..

This is the last update of this month from my side to any other story. Literally.
(Go and rant about it)

See you in October after it.. Maybe after that as well??