𝐹𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐷 𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑁𝐴𝐷𝐸 ✅

Chapter 33 : Divorce

The next day felt unbearably long for everyone. Vihaan had stayed with Arohi the entire night, and as morning arrived, they sat near Shivay's hospital bed, weary but silent. Arohi, who hadn’t slept at all, sat on a chair beside the bed, her eyes swollen from crying, never leaving Shivay's still face.

Sneha, emotionally exhausted, had fallen asleep on the sofa. Vihaan, too, was lying on the other end of the couch, finally succumbing to the fatigue. The air was heavy with tension and the quiet sounds of the hospital machinery.

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the window, the doctor entered to check on Shivay. Arohi quickly stood up, her body tense, bracing herself for any news.

The doctor conducted his routine checks, his expression serious. After a few moments, he turned towards Arohi.

“We’re doing everything we can,” he said softly. “But… his condition hasn’t changed much. He’s still in a coma, and we’re monitoring him closely. It’s crucial that he finds the will to fight.”

Arohi swallowed hard, fighting the lump in her throat. "What else can we do?" she asked, her voice shaky but determined.

The doctor gave her a sympathetic look. "Just be here. Talk to him. Sometimes, patients in this state can hear things. Familiar voices can make a difference."

Arohi nodded, though her heart felt as heavy as ever. She glanced at Shivay's still figure, her emotions torn between hope and despair.

Vihaan, who had woken up during the doctor’s visit, looked at her with concern, but remained quiet, sensing the weight of her thoughts. Arohi’s gaze lingered on Shivay’s face as she silently willed him to come back. She had already lost too much.

After an hour, Sneha slowly woke up, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She sat up on the sofa and took a long look at Shivay, lying unconscious on the hospital bed.

Vihaan noticed her stirring and stood up. "Sneha, you should go home," he said gently. "Get changed, have some breakfast. I know this is hard, but you need to take care of yourself too."

Sneha didn’t respond immediately, her gaze fixed on Shivay’s still figure. After a moment, she stood up without saying a word, her expression tired and drained. She glanced at her husband one more time before quietly leaving the room.

Once she was gone, the silence in the room felt even heavier. Arohi was still sitting by Shivay's side, her hand wrapped around his, her thumb gently brushing over his knuckles as if it could somehow bring him back to her. The dark circles under her eyes made it clear she hadn’t slept at all.

Vihaan watched her for a moment before speaking softly, "Arohi... you should go home too. Get changed, freshen up a little."

Arohi didn't respond at first. Her eyes remained fixed on Shivay’s hand, her grip tightening slightly. After a few seconds, she shook her head. "I can't leave him like this, Vihaan. What if he wakes up?" Her voice was low, barely above a whisper, but filled with the pain she was holding back.

Vihaan sighed, sitting down beside her. "I understand... but you need to take care of yourself too. You’ll be no help to him if you’re completely exhausted."

She didn’t answer, but the struggle in her eyes was clear. She couldn't bear to leave him, not now, not like this.

Vihaan, seeing how drained Arohi was, stood up and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. "Arohi, you need to rest, even if just for a bit. Please," he whispered, his voice calm but firm.

Arohi shook her head, still unwilling to leave Shivay's side. "I can't, Vihaan. What if something happens while I'm gone?" she muttered, her voice breaking with the weight of her emotions.