ISHQ-E-MOHABBAT

48. I'm here , with you.

Abhimaan 's pov:

I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on the inferno that was once my car. My mind raced with thoughts of Jaana, my Jaana, trapped inside. How could this be happening? We were supposed to grow old together, not be torn apart by a senseless act of violence.

I felt my knees buckle, and before I knew it, I was on the ground, my eyes streaming with tears. Memories of our time together flooded my mind - our laughter, our arguments, our sweet nothings. I thought I heard her call my name, but it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. Or so I thought.

Then, I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. I looked up, my vision blurry, and that's when I saw her. Jaana. Mayura. My heart skipped a beat as I took in her worried expression, her confusion, her beautiful face.

"Abhimaan," she said softly, her voice like music to my ears. "What's going on? What happened?"

I stared at her, my mouth agape, my mind struggling to process what I was seeing. It was really her. She was really alive.

With a sob, I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly, never wanting to let her go again. "I thought I lost you," I whispered into her hair, my voice shaking with emotion. "I thought you were gone."

Mayura hugged me back, her arms wrapped around me tightly. "I'm here, Abhimaan. I'm here."

As I held her close, the sounds of the chaos around us faded away, and all that mattered was the two of us. I breathed in her scent, felt her warmth, and knew that she was really alive.

Mayura pulled back slightly, her eyes locked on mine, a hint of guilt in their depths. "I just went to meet my college friends at the crossing. I just went there...sorry, I didn't tell you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

My heart still racing, I smiled and shook my head, my fingers tracing her jawline. "Never say sorry, never, Jaana," I said, my voice filled with emotion. "You're alive, that's all that matters. You're alive, and you're with me."

I pulled her close again, feeling her body relax into mine. We stood there for a moment, holding each other, the world around us melting away.

As we pulled back, I gazed into her eyes, searching for any sign of hurt or fear. But all I saw was love and relief.

"Let's go home," Mayura said softly, her eyes filled with concern.

I nodded, still trying to process everything that had happened. We ordered the guards to bring us another car, and we drove to our home, not the office. I wasn't in any condition to face the day, and Mayura knew it.

As we walked into our living room, I collapsed onto the couch, feeling like I'd been punched in the gut. Mayura sat beside me, her hand on my knee, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Abhimaan, talk to me," she said softly. "What's going on in your head?"

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. "I thought I lost you, Jaana," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Mayura's eyes filled with tears, and she leaned into me, her arms wrapping around me tightly. "I'm here . I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

We sat there for a long time, holding each other, trying to process the trauma of the day. But as we held each other, I knew that we would get through this. We would face whatever came our way, as long as we had each other.

Exhaustion finally caught up with me, and I felt my eyelids drooping. Mayura's warmth and comfort enveloped me, and I surrendered to my fatigue. I slept, my arms wrapped around her waist, my head on her lap.