Agastya’s heart squeezed painfully in his chest. For the first time, he was scared—truly terrified—that he might lose someone who had carved her way into his life, quietly, but permanently. He hadn’t even realized when it had happened, when she had become this important to him.
His free hand gently brushed against her cheek, his thumb caressing her skin as though trying to keep her anchored to him, to the world. His eyes scanned her face desperately, memorizing every little detail—her lashes, damp with tears; her lips, barely curved into that knowing smile; and the way her gaze never wavered from his, even in pain.
The car jolted slightly as it hit a bump in the road, and Agastya’s entire body tensed. He held her tighter against him, instinctively shielding her even though there was nothing to protect her from now except the pain.
Agastya Kapoor
Bas thoda aur Ankita... please. Hospital bas aa raha hai. Tumhe kuch nahi hoga. Tumhe theek hona hi padega...
Just a little more Ankita... please. The hospital is coming. Nothing will happen to you. You have to get well...
Agastya Kapoor
*brokenly*
He hated how helpless he sounded. He hated that for all his power, his influence, his wealth—he couldn’t do a damn thing to stop her from hurting.
Ankita’s eyelids drooped slightly, exhaustion pulling at her, but her smile never faded. She gazed at him like he was the only person in the world.
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