The memory swept over Ragini like a sudden wave, the emotions as raw and vivid as the day it happened. Sitting by the window of their new house, her gaze lingered on the distant horizon, but her heart pulled her back to that moment in the hospital—a moment etched forever in her soul.
Flashback
The sterile smell of antiseptic had filled the small hospital room. Virendra Singh Rawat lay on the hospital bed, pale and weak, his bandages stark against his skin. The sound of the heart monitor beeped softly, each beat a reassurance that he was still holding on.
Ragini had entered the room hesitantly, her heart thundering in her chest. For a moment, she just stood at the doorway, her breath shaky, her vision blurred with tears that threatened to spill over. Seeing her father—her strong, unyielding father—reduced to such vulnerability broke her in ways she hadn’t known were possible.
Gathering her courage, she stepped closer. Her hands trembled as she reached out, gently taking both of his rough, calloused hands in hers. The warmth of his skin sent a rush of emotions through her—a flood of memories, a lifetime of words left unsaid.
Ragini Singh Rawat/ Asher
Babasa...
Her voice cracked, barely a whisper as her tears finally fell.
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