Snippets of Love - Multicouple OS/TS/SS

OS-1 : Abhimanyu~Akshara

As the days turned into weeks, Abhimanyu and Akshara's connection deepened. They surrendered to the sweetness of each other's company, their moments together weaving a vibrant fabric of laughter, music, and adventure. With each passing day, Abhimanyu's guarded heart opened. Akshara's radiant smile and infectious laughter chipped away at his defenses. He found himself falling deeply in love. Akshara, too, felt an unshakeable connection. Abhimanyu's kindness, intelligence, and passion for music resonated within her. She admired his dedication to his work and his patients. Unknown to them their bond was soon to be tested by destiny.
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One morning, Akshara woke up feeling off. A dull fatigue had settled in her chest, like a weight pressing against her heart. She brushed it off as exhaustion from the previous night's performance. As the day progressed, the sensation intensified. Simple tasks left her breathless. Her usually vibrant energy dwindled.

Abhimanyu noticed the change. "You okay, Akshu? You seem tired," he asked, concern etched on his face.

Akshara hesitated, downplaying her symptoms. "Ya Abhi! Just a long night, that's all."

But Abhimanyu's medical instincts kicked in. He cradled her face and pressed for more information. "Tell me exactly how you're feeling."

Akshara described the fatigue, the heaviness, and the shortness of breath. His expression turned grave, he insisted on taking her to his hospital. Dr. Jain, a renowned cardiologist and Abhimanyu's colleague, agreed to see her immediately. The examination room felt cold and sterile. Akshara's anxiety grew as Dr. Jain listened to her heartbeat, her eyes scanning the ECG monitor.

"What is it, Doctor?" Abhimanyu asked, his voice laced with worry.

Dr. Jain's expression confirmed Akshara's worst fears. "Akshara, your heart is showing signs of strain. We need to run some tests."

The tests revealed the unthinkable: Akshara had a chronic heart disease. Her heart was weakening, struggling to pump blood efficiently. Abhimanyu's world crumbled. He felt like he'd been stabbed in his heart. His mind raced with terrifying thoughts. Fear gripped his heart, threatening to suffocate him. His usual calm and composed demeanor shattered.
Abhimanyu's eyes locked onto Akshara's, filled with desperation and anguish. He felt like he was drowning in his own helplessness. His thoughts swirled with memories of their laughter, their music, and their late-night conversations. The possibility of losing those moments forever was unbearable. Abhimanyu's hands trembled as he held Akshara's.

'Mai apni Akshu ko nahi kho sakta, kisibhi halat me nahi. Apni saansein deke mai Akshu ko bachaunga' (I cannot loose my Akshu, not under any circumstances. I will save her at any cost) he thought, his emotional state emerging out. But this wasn't just any patient. This was Akshara, the love of his life. His heart ached with a mix of fear, anxiety, and desperation.

Dr. Jain explained that the condition could be managed with medication, lifestyle changes, and possibly surgery.

"I'll be fine, Abhi." she whispered, trying to reassure him. But Abhimanyu knew better. He saw the fear etched in her eyes, the vulnerability she tried to hide desperately.

"I'll take care of you," he promised, his voice trembling. "We'll get through this together."

Abhimanyu left no stone unturned in his quest to save Akshara. He consulted top cardiologists, tried experimental treatments, and spent countless hours researching. Despite his efforts, Akshara's health continued to deteriorate. Days blurred into nights as Abhimanyu cared for her, his exhaustion evident, his shoulder heavy with the feeling of failure. But her fragile body struggled to respond.

One fateful evening, as dusk fell, Akshara lay fragile on her bed while Abhimanyu sat on his desk, his desperate struggle to save her continued. Her eyelids fluttered open, meeting Abhimanyu's stressed laden face. A solitary tear escaped, rolling down her cheek. Akshara's heart swelled with gratitude. She never imagined someone would love her so deeply. But a haunting thought gripped her; what would happen to Abhimanyu after she was gone? Who would care for him, nurse his wounds, and soothe his soul?