*I'm really free today so I wanted to post, now it's your hands I'll write according to your votes and comments*
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The IV's beeped in the room, A man was lying, he had his overgrown beard, hairs while a little boy came, lays over him and hugs him as he sniffed a bit.
"Papa!" He said in a small voice as tears automatically flow through his eyes, he didn't know whether that's the guilt or his love which made him speak this, the last 6 months were the hardest months for the young boy, from having his both the parents to live alone without them could've the worst situation he was actually struck in, he barely could spend his life easily but if he'd really thank to someone for the last 6 months was none else than Dr. Harshvardhan Birla. At the time of the landslide, Harsh was dealing in Ranikhet when he helped in many cases when he found a surprising look of his son and grandson.
"Abhir beta come and have your lunch!" Harsh said to Abhir as he takes his grandson in his embrace
"Dadu, when will papa be fine? I want to talk to him, then we'll have to find Mumma also" Abhir said as tears flowed down his cheeks. Harsh looked at the young boy, and felt so guilty, he promised himself to be the grandfather when he can't become a good husband or a father, he wanted to hug the young boy and sob and to tell him that he didn't know when his son will be all fine; he'd be alright or not.
"Abhir baba, I've your favourite nuggets for you!" A house help came, she was nearly in her late 40's, caresses Abhir's cheeks as he nods negatively, he didn't wanted to leave his father and go anywhere.
"Papa...." Abhir said in a slow voice, as he intertwined his fingers around his father's fingers "I'm not! Please find my mumma! And I want to live with both of them" he said remembering his moments with Abhi
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"Betu! Papa needs alone time! I'll come in a few minutes, can you please go out??" Harsh asks as Abhir reluctantly moves out
Harsh sat next to Abhi, holding his hand, tears freely flowed down his eyes, he was never able to be a good father and that's what hurts him the most.
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"I'm the worst! The worst father, who cared about the PR of his hospital more than his broken family! I just hate myself Abhi!" He said in a slow voice, it's true he was regretting, the regret slowly killing the man inside him, he broke the ties with Birla's specially Abhi when they decided that Akshara can never come back. Instead of talking even once about this matter again he chose to leave the Birla's, he can't see at his son turning the way he actually was. "Wish I could've slapped you instead of leaving you!"
His voice was having pain visible in it, watching kids in so much pain could be the worst feeling a father could see.
For Harsh, he's literally lost everything he loved, he lost love of his life, Dr. Avni Rathod, then he lost the kids love due to his anger issues, he couldn't love his kids his whole life and when he got a chance so one of his son died and another is lying in a miserable condition.
"I really want to say it to you beta, your father really loves you! And more than anything else in this world, I'm proud of you! You're the best son, father, husband, brother and doctor! And we all need you beta!" Harsh said.....
