Chapter 5: Unaccepted Truth

Mon, 28 Oct 2024 10:14:13 +0000

Nyrah lay in the hospital bed, the sterile smell of antiseptic mingling with the faint scent of jasmine from the flowers Vishal had brought. The pale walls felt like a cocoon, enclosing her in a bubble of confusion and vulnerability. She could hear the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor, a steady reminder that she was still alive, still fighting her battles. A soft knock broke her reverie, and her eyes fluttered open to see Vishal standing there, his eyes reflecting concern and warmth.