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Rudaraksh held Aarohi tightly in his arms, her sobs subsiding into faint hiccups. He felt the tension in her body slowly dissipate, but something about her silence began to worry him.

"Ruhhi?" he whispered, gently pulling back to look at her face. Her eyes fluttered weakly before closing entirely, her body going limp against him.

"Ruhi!" Panic surged through him as he shook her lightly, but she didn’t respond. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow.

"No, no, no," he muttered, his voice trembling as fear clawed at his chest. Gathering her in his arms, he carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. Her head lolled to the side, her hair fanning across the pillow.

"Jaan, wake up!" he called, cupping her face. Her skin felt cold under his touch. "Jaan, please! Open your eyes!"

When she didn’t stir, his heart raced wildly. He pressed his ear to her chest, relieved to hear her faint heartbeat, but it wasn’t enough to calm him.

Rudaraksh bolted upright, his desperation mounting. He ran to the bedroom door, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Aarav! Aarushi! Call the doctor! Now!"

His voice echoed through the house, sending Aarav and Aarushi rushing toward the bedroom. Their father followed closely behind, alarmed by the urgency in Rudaraksh’s tone.

When they entered the room, they found Rudaraksh kneeling by the bed, clutching Aarohi’s hand tightly. His eyes were wild with fear, his normally composed demeanor shattered.

"She fainted," he said, his voice cracking. "She won’t wake up. Call the doctor!"

Aarav immediately pulled out his phone, dialing their family doctor while Aarushi moved closer to check on Aarohi.

"She’s breathing," Aarushi said softly, trying to reassure her brother. "But she’s so pale. We need to calm down."

"Calm down?" Rudaraksh snapped, his voice rising. "How can I calm down when she’s like this? She was crying so much, and now—" His words broke off as he turned back to Aarohi, brushing his fingers against her cheek.

"Bas thori  der aur bachha," he whispered, his voice trembling. "The doctor’s coming. Just… just hold on for me."

The minutes stretched endlessly as they waited for the doctor to arrive. Rudaraksh paced the room, running his hands through his hair in agitation. His father placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to offer support, but Rudaraksh shrugged it off, his attention entirely on Aarohi.

"Why didn’t I notice earlier?" he muttered to himself. "I should’ve stopped her from crying so much. I should’ve..." His voice faltered as guilt consumed him.

Aarav entered the room, his phone pressed to his ear. "The doctor is on his way," he announced, trying to sound reassuring. "He said to keep her lying down and make sure she’s breathing steadily."

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway as the family doctor entered the room, carrying his medical bag.

"What happened?" the doctor asked briskly, setting the bag down and moving to Aarohi’s side.

"She fainted," Rudaraksh said quickly, stepping back to give him space. "She was crying a lot—too much—and then she just… she didn’t respond." His voice cracked as he spoke.



The doctor nodded, checking Aarohi’s pulse and examining her closely. After a few moments, he spoke, his tone calm. "She’s exhausted, physically and emotionally. Her body couldn’t handle the stress, which is why she fainted."

"Will she be okay?" Rudaraksh asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"She’ll be fine," the doctor assured him. "She just needs rest. But you need to keep her calm for the next few days. Any more emotional strain could worsen her condition."

Rudaraksh nodded quickly. "I’ll do whatever it takes."

The doctor turned to Aarav. "Prepare some glucose water for her when she wakes up. She’s dehydrated and needs nourishment."

Aarav and Aarushi left to handle the task while Rudaraksh sat by Aarohi’s side, his hand never leaving hers.

Rudaraksh nodded absentmindedly, his focus never leaving Aarohi. He knelt by the bed again, holding her hand to his lips. "I’m sorry," he murmured. "I should’ve been stronger for you."

Aarushi placed a glass of water on the bedside table, her face etched with worry. Bhabhi maa will be fine, bhai. She  is strong."

"She shouldn’t have to be strong," Rudaraksh replied bitterly, his voice low. "She’s been through enough."

After the doctor left, Rudaraksh remained by Aarohi’s side, his eyes fixed on her pale face. He stroked her hand gently, his mind replaying the morning’s events.

"I won’t let anything happen to you," he whispered. "You’re too important to me."

A faint stir broke through his thoughts as Aarohi’s eyelids fluttered open. She blinked slowly, her gaze unfocused. Relief flooded his features as he saw her awake. "You scared me, Biwi."

She tried to sit up, but he stopped her gently. "No, don’t. Just rest. The doctor said you need to stay calm.

“First, they kept her away from me… now they’ve killed her!” she cried out, her sobs echoing in the room.

Raghav, Aarav, and Aarushi rushed to her side. Aarushi held Aarohi tightly, tears streaming down her own face. Aarav clenched his fists, his anger and helplessness clear. “Bhabhi Maa, please don’t do this to yourself,” Aarav begged. “We need you.”

But Aarohi didn’t respond. Her vacant gaze seemed fixed on something far away, the pain too overwhelming to process.

Later, in Aarohi’s room, the family gathered around her. She sat on the bed, staring at the floor, her body rigid and unmoving. Aarushi knelt beside her. “Bhabhi Maa,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “You’ve always been our strength. Don’t leave us like this. We’re all here for you.”

Aarav sat on the other side, holding Aarohi’s hand tightly. “You’re our mother, Bhabhi maa. You’re the glue that holds this family together. Please, say something… anything.”

But Aarohi shook her head slowly, her voice barely audible. “I just need to be alone.”

“No!” Aarushi cried, gripping Aarohi’s hands. “We can’t leave you like this. You need us!”

Raghav stepped forward, his voice calm yet firm. “Let her be,” he said softly. “Sometimes, silence is the only way to grieve.”

The siblings looked at each other, reluctant but obedient. They stood and began to leave, their hearts heavy.

As the others left, Rudaraksh stayed behind. He couldn’t move; his feet felt glued to the floor. Watching Aarohi like this was unbearable. The woman he loved more than life itself was slipping away into her grief, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“I’m not leaving you,” he said firmly, his voice breaking. Aarohi didn’t respond, her silence piercing through him.

Rudaraksh knelt in front of her, taking her cold hands in his. “Ruhi,” he whispered, his voice desperate. “You are my life. I can’t watch you suffer like this. Please, don’t push me away.”

Aarohi: "Rudar, please… just leave me alone. I need to be by myself."

Rudaraksh: "No, Aarohi. I can’t leave you like this. Not when you’re hurting."

Aarohi: "You don’t understand… the pain is unbearable. I don’t want to talk. Just go."

Rudaraksh: "I do understand. And that’s why I won’t go. I’m not here to talk—I’m here to hold you, to stay with you, even in your silence."

Aarohi: "Rudar… I feel like I’m falling apart. I don’t know how to get through this."

Rudaraksh: "Then fall, Aarohi. And I’ll catch you. I’ll hold you through every moment, every tear. You don’t have to do this alone."

(Aarohi breaks down, and Rudaraksh pulls her into his arms.)

Rudaraksh (whispering): "I’m here, Aarohi. Always."



Her lips trembled, but she didn’t look at him. “I need to be alone, Rudar,” she whispered, her voice fragile.

He shook his head, tears streaming down his face. “No. You don’t need to be alone. You need me. I’m your husband, Aarohi. Your pain is my pain. Let me share it with you.”

For a moment, her eyes flickered to his, and he saw the depths of her sorrow. It broke him. “I’ve lost my sister,” she said, her voice cracking. “I feel… empty.”

“And I’ve lost a part of you,” Rudaraksh said, his voice trembling. “But I’ll wait. I’ll sit here as long as you need, but I’m not leaving you, Aarohi. Not now, not ever.”

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. Aarohi didn’t resist, but neither did she reciprocate. She simply let herself be held, the weight of her sorrow pulling her deeper into silence.

As the night stretched on, Rudaraksh stayed by her side, silently praying for the woman he loved to find her way back to him.



The dim light of the room softened as the hours passed, and Rudaraksh remained at Aarohi’s side, watching over her. Her silence cut through him like a blade, but he refused to leave.

After a while, Aarohi leaned back against the bedpost, her tear-streaked face pale and fragile. Rudaraksh gently cupped her face, his voice soft but firm. “You haven’t eaten anything, Aarohi. You need to eat.”

She shook her head weakly. “I can’t, Rudar. I feel... hollow.”

But Rudaraksh wouldn’t take no for an answer. He stood up, walked to the small table nearby, and brought back a plate of food he had prepared earlier. “You don’t have to feel strong right now,” he said, sitting beside her. “But you need your strength. For me. For us.”

When she didn’t respond, he sighed and gently took a spoonful of food. “If you won’t eat by yourself, I’ll make you eat.” He pressed the spoon to her lips. Aarohi resisted at first, turning her head away, but his determined gaze didn’t falter. “Please, Aarohi. If not for you, then for me.”

Tears welled up in her eyes again as she reluctantly opened her mouth. Bite by bite, he fed her, his patience unyielding despite his own exhaustion. The warmth of his care

began to chip away at her numbness.

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