The hospital room felt like a suffocating cage. The sterile, cold air seemed to weigh heavily on Rudaraksh as he stood frozen at the doorway. His eyes locked on Aarohi, the woman he adored, now lying motionless in bed. The multiple wires connected to her body, the monitors beeping in the background—all of it felt like a cruel reminder of how fragile life truly was. He could barely breathe.

He remembered the times when Aarohi used to say, “I don’t want to go to any hospital, Rudaraksh. If I ever get sick, I’ll just stay at home and rest.” How could she be the same person now, so still, so fragile? “Don’t leave me, Aarohi…” he whispered, his heart shattering.