Varun's heart plummeted as he read the note, his mind reeling with fear and uncertainty. Without a second thought, he dashed out of the house, his feet pounding against the pavement as he raced towards the hospital.
Each step felt like an eternity, the minutes stretching into hours as Varun's thoughts spiraled into a whirlwind of despair. Images of Ananya flashed before his eyes—her laughter, her smile, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her.
Finally, Varun arrived at the hospital, his chest heaving with exertion as he burst through the doors. Frantic and disoriented, he scanned the crowded waiting room, his eyes searching for any sign of his parents.
And then he saw them—huddled together in a corner, their faces etched with worry and grief. Relief flooded through Varun as he rushed to their side, his voice trembling with emotion.
"Amma, Appa, what's happened to Anu?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mr. and Mrs. Sharma turned to face their son, their eyes filled with tears. "It's Ananya, Varun," Mrs. Sharma said, her voice choked with emotion. "Her blood sugar levels spiked suddenly, and she collapsed at school. They're doing everything they can to stabilize her, but..."
Her words trailed off, the unspoken fear hanging heavy in the air. Varun felt as though the ground had been ripped out from beneath him, his world shattering into a million jagged pieces.
Gathering his parents in a tight embrace, Varun allowed himself a moment of vulnerability, his tears mingling with theirs as they clung to one another for support. In that moment of shared grief, the walls that had divided them crumbled away, leaving behind a raw and unfiltered bond forged in the crucible of suffering.
Hours passed in agonizing silence as the Sharma family waited for news of Ananya's condition. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on them like a suffocating blanket.
And then, finally, the moment they had been dreading arrived—a doctor emerged from the operating room, his expression grave and somber. With bated breath, the Sharma family listened as he delivered the news they had been dreading.
"I'm sorry," the doctor said, his voice heavy with sorrow. "We did everything we could, but... we were unable to save her."
The words hung in the air like a death knell, the sound of their finality echoing through the hospital corridor. Varun felt as though he had been punched in the gut, his world crumbling into darkness as the reality of his sister's death washed over him like a tidal wave.
In that moment of crushing despair, Varun felt as though he had lost not only his sister, but a part of himself as well. The darkness within him threatened to consume him whole, its tendrils reaching out to drag him down into the abyss of despair.
But amidst the darkness, a faint glimmer of hope flickered in the depths of Varun's soul—a spark of resilience and determination that refused to be extinguished. With a newfound sense of purpose, Varun vowed to honor his sister's memory by fighting to overcome the darkness that threatened to engulf him, one step at a time.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Shattered Reflections
Acak"Fractured Reflections" follows Varun, a once-promising prodigy whose life unravels after the tragic loss of his sister. Plagued by grief and guilt, Varun discovers he has developed multiple personalities, each embodying different facets of his psyc...
