Ankita Singh Rawat sat on the cold leather chair in the corner of the VIP floor, her legs tucked under her, arms wrapped tightly around herself. The world around her was a blur—voices muffled, movements frantic. Her father, Virendra Singh Rawat, a man she’d always seen as invincible, was now lying somewhere beyond that heavy door, fighting for his life.
Her fingers trembled as she gripped the edge of her phone, the screen dark but still clutched in her hand like it might anchor her to reality. She had heard the news over the phone, her heart lurching violently, but it wasn’t until she saw her family in the hospital, their grief raw and unfiltered, that the weight of it all began to crush her.
She glanced at Roshni, standing rigid and composed, as though the announcement of her new position as CEO earlier that morning demanded her strength now. Ankita admired her sister’s resilience, but it made her feel even smaller, weaker. Her gaze shifted to Ragini, whose son Rahul had just arrived in tears. Ankita watched as her elder sister soothed him, a mother’s instinct taking over even amidst the chaos.
Ankita Singh Rawat
***i feel weak***
How do they all stay so strong? Ankita thought bitterly.
The tears she had been holding back blurred her vision as a lump rose in her throat. She wanted to scream, to cry, to demand answers. But she didn’t. Instead, she stayed curled up, quiet and invisible, unsure of where she fit into this overwhelming storm.
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Thushu
here the one who suffering is Roshini really its unfair for her
2024-12-03
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