RAWAL HAVELI
The sharp chirp of the alarm echoed in the quiet room. Abhimanyu, blindly patting around until his fingers found the phone to switch it off. He sighed and snuggled deeper into the crook of Aarohi’s neck, wrapping his arms more tightly around her waist. In a soft, husky morning voice, he whispered, “Aarohi… wake up.”
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With trembling legs, Atharv climbed into the ambulance. The air inside was colder, suffocating. His whole body shook with anxiety. His breath came uneven, his vision blurred with tears, but still he forced himself to blink' to clear it. The white sheet lay still, cruelly silent. His fingers shook violently as he reached fot it. the world slowed. With a desperate breath, he pulled the sheet back. and then...silence. Atharv's body locked in place. His slin turned pale, his lips trembled uncontrollablu. The ground beneath him slipped, his mind went numb, his heart stopped. A whisper escaped him, raw and lifeless: "....Mahi." There she was.
This story is for all of them, whose heart broken once in the life.🩷❤️🩹
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