Kneeling beside her, his voice cracked and tears streamed down his face; he didn’t care and didn’t wipe them away. "Please, Mama, I beg you, just let me stay with her until I see her wake up, until I’m sure she’s alright. Please, Mama, just this once grant my request."
He was allowed in as he entered the room, the door creaking like a sigh. Her eyes were closed, tubes and wires snaking around her. He moved closer to her, she looks pale, with skin like the sheets—lifeless, as if she were gone. He moved like a ghost, steps quiet, heart pounding, towering and afraid to touch her, his fingers trembling as he whispered, "My love, please wake up. I'm here now," his voice breaking. He brushed her hand and entwined his fingers with hers, holding on like it was a fragile thread, saying, "I'm here now.
He was sitting beside her. Her fingers twitched, a faint movement beneath his touch. His head snapped up, eyes locked on hers. “Baby...?” he whispered, his voice trembling.
My eyes fluttered open, dull and confused, focusing on him. I barely managed a weak smile, my lips curving just slightly, but it was there. “Hi...” I whispered.
Aryan smile. “You’re back,” he says, his voice breaking. He kisses her hand over and over, like a prayer. “I love you,” he says, eyes locked on hers.
I squeeze his hand, a faint pressure, and say, “I love... you...”
He stares at her lovingly, never leaving her gaze.
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