Agastya sat outside the hospital room, his back pressed against the cold wall. The corridor was eerily silent except for the distant hum of machines and the faint echo of footsteps. The faint antiseptic scent burned his nose, making it harder to breathe. His phone rested in his trembling hand Meetakshi's number glowed on the screen.
He stared at it blankly, unable to decide whether to call. How could he possibly say it? How could words carry something so unbearable? His thumb hovered over the call icon, his heartbeat loud in his ears.
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