❝Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.❞
───※ ·❆· ※───
Kabir and Meher
Two polar opposites; or that's what they think they are. They are both burnin...
"Tu hai toh dil dhadakta hai, tu hai toh saans aati hai"
~ kabir raizada
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~ Kabir ~
Mumbai, India
The world was a thick fog, a heavy curtain I couldn't quite pull back.
I was floating weightless, painless, but somehow aware that I wasn't gone. Not yet. Not completely. There were voices in the distance, some urgent, some muffled. The rhythmic beeping of a monitor anchored me. Something tugged at my chest, a dull pain that pulsed with my heartbeat. But none of it mattered.
Where was she?
Even before my eyes opened, even before my mind could piece together the chaos of memory— the car, the crash, the blood, I felt the emptiness where her presence should be.
Meher.
That name. That word. That woman who was my wife.
It wrapped itself around my bruised ribs and broken soul like a second heartbeat. My fingers twitched, fumbling against the sheets. Cold. Crisp. Hospital.
I forced my eyes open, the light stinging like knives. Everything was white. Sterile. Too quiet.
I hated it.
Where was she?
"Meh..." My voice cracked, no louder than a whisper. It hurt, everything hurt, but my throat, my chest, my soul, they burned with a different kind of pain.
The nurse beside me turned sharply. I didn't even realize someone was in the room.
"You're awake," she said softly, kindly. "Take it easy. You've had surgery. Two ribs fractured, internal bleeding—"
"Where is Meher?" I croaked. "The girl with me... the accident..."
The nurse hesitated. Just for a second. But I saw it. The flicker of uncertainty. My heart clenched.
"She— she wasn't with you when the ambulance reached," the nurse finally said, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "But she's alive. They found her. She's in the hospital."
Alive.
The word hit me like a gasp of air after drowning.
A sob tore through my chest, not loud, not sharp, but a quiet, aching crack that broke something inside me.
She was alive.
That was enough. That was everything.
But was she okay? Really okay?
My memories were blurry. I remembered the moment the car spinned, the way her body flung beside me, how her scream cut into the air before I hit my head on the steering wheel. I remembered blood. Her blood.
