With Them..💟✨️ (Completed)

Chapter 45

It was almost midnight the darkness reigns, a somber silence. The sky is a deep, foreboding black, with clouds that obscure the stars.

The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Shadows dance upon the walls, as darkness reigns supreme.

The only sound is the distant hum of a lonely engine, or the creaking of trees swaying in the wind. The night's somber hue, a reflection of the heart's despair.

Angad was still awake lying on the bed besides aashi as she was holding him tightly.

Angad looked at her face and a his heart clenched looking at her pale and lifeless face.

As midnight's darkness wrapped around her, Aashi's restless sleep was punctuated by soft, incoherent murmurs.

She was blabbering in her sleep, her words a jumbled mix of sorrow and longing. Angad's eyes, watchful and caring, never left her face, his heart aching with every whispered word.

Angad hold tightens on her he pulls her more closer to him closing all distances but Aashi's eyes snapped open, her body drenched in sweat.

She had just relived the horror of losing their unborn child in a vivid nightmare. The memories of the hospital, the doctor's words, and the crushing grief came flooding back. Aashi's breaths came in short gasps as she struggled to calm herself.

"Aashi, what's wrong?" Angad asked, his voice laced with concern, as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I...I lost the baby again," Aashi stammered, her voice trembling.

Angad pulled her closer, holding her tight. "You're safe, bachha. I'm here. That was just a nightmare."

Aashi buried her face in Angad's chest, tears streaming down her face. "I feel like I'm losing my mind, Angad. The pain won't go away."

Angad stroked her hair, his touch gentle. "I know it hurts, bachha. But we'll get through this together. We'll heal together."

As Angad's soothing words washed over her, Aashi felt her racing heart slow, and her tears slowly dry. She clung to Angad, grateful for his unwavering support and love.

Angad's eyes burned with a fierce determination as he held Aashi close. The miscarriage had shaken him to his core, and he was resolute in his pursuit of answers.

He would leave no stone unturned, no question unasked, until he uncovered the reason behind their loss.

His mind racing with possibilities, Angad vowed to find the truth, to identify the person or circumstance responsible, and to ensure that Aashi never had to endure such pain again.

His love for her had become a beacon of strength, driving him forward with unwavering commitment.

Whereas Aashi's heart felt like a fragile, shattered mirror, each shard reflecting a different emotion.

Grief, guilt, and anguish swirled within her, a maelstrom of pain that threatened to consume her. She felt lost and alone, as if she was wandering through a dense forest without a map or a compass.

The miscarriage had stolen not only her child but also her sense of identity and purpose.

Aashi's eyes, once bright and sparkling, now seemed dull and lifeless, a testament to the overwhelming sorrow that had taken up residence within her.

Within few seconds Aashi's exhausted body finally succumbed to sleep, her head nestled in the crook of Angad's shoulder.

Angad's arms wrapped protectively around her, holding her close as he, too, drifted off into a fitful slumber. Their bodies entwined, they slept, their chests rising and falling in tandem, their breathing a synchronized rhythm.