𝐹𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐷 𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑁𝐴𝐷𝐸 ✅

Chapter 34 : Concious

A few minutes later, Arohi and Vihaan made their way to the doctor’s room, the weight of their worries trailing behind them. Arohi’s steps were slow, but determined, while Vihaan kept a steady pace beside her, glancing at her occasionally as if to gauge her condition.

As they sat down, the doctor looked up from his notes, offering them a small, reassuring smile. "I've been observing Shivay's condition closely," he began, his voice calm. "There’s a slight improvement in his vitals. He’s recovering, slowly but steadily."

Arohi’s breath caught in her throat, and for the first time in days, a flicker of hope surfaced in her heart. "What does that mean, exactly?" she asked, her voice still thick with emotion.

The doctor leaned forward slightly, his expression turning serious. "It means that while he's not out of the woods yet, his body is responding positively. And," he added, looking from Arohi to Vihaan, "I believe that constant interaction—talking to him, reminding him of life outside—could significantly help his recovery. From what I’ve observed, it's almost as if... he wants to live. He needs that connection to the world, especially from those closest to him."

Vihaan nodded thoughtfully, while Arohi remained silent for a moment, processing the doctor's words. The idea that Shivay could hear her, that he wanted to hold on, felt overwhelming. She swallowed hard, fighting back the emotions threatening to rise.

"So... talking to him could make a difference?" she asked, her voice quiet but filled with a mixture of disbelief and hope.

The doctor nodded. "Yes. It may seem small, but it can have a profound impact. It's not just about medical intervention—sometimes, the will to live plays a huge role. Your presence, your words, could be the lifeline he needs."

Arohi looked down, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. She had been by Shivay's side, but hearing that her voice might actually pull him back stirred something deep within her.

Vihaan placed a hand on her shoulder, offering silent support. "You can do this, Arohi," he said gently.

She nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility settle in her chest. "I'll keep talking to him," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else, but with a resolve that hinted she wouldn’t give up on him. Not now.

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Arohi sat beside Shivay, the quiet room filled with the soft hum of machines. Vihaan had stepped out, leaving her alone with him. She held his hand gently, her fingers tracing the familiar warmth she had missed.

"Oh Shivay," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, "I'm so happy you're recovering. I'm sorry for everything I did."

Her lips pressed softly against his hand, a lingering kiss filled with the weight of unspoken apologies and wishes for a future they could reclaim. She admired his still face, hoping he could hear her.

"When you wake up," she murmured, her voice stronger now, "we'll enjoy life like we used to." A small, hopeful smile played on her lips as she clung to the thought of a brighter tomorrow.

Vihaan entered the room, his expression serious as he approached Arohi. She barely looked up, her focus still on Shivay, but the weight of his presence was unmistakable.

"I've got the information," Vihaan said, his voice steady but firm, trying to keep his own anger in check. "That guy who caused all this... his name is Raghu Sharma. A psycho. He's killed before, countless times. And this time, he targeted you."

Arohi finally shifted her gaze, her tired eyes meeting Vihaan’s. "Why?" she whispered, her voice almost trembling. "Why would someone like him come after me? I don't even know him."