Yuvraj sat by Adhira's bedside in the ICU, his hands clasped tightly with hers. The machines beeped rhythmically in the background, monitoring Adhira's vitals. It had been hours since Adhira had been rushed into the ICU after the operation and Yuvraj had not left her side since. As he sat there, his mind was consumed with worry and fear. The sight of Adhira lying unconscious on the hospital bed had left him feeling helpless and distraught. Yuvraj couldn't help but think about Adhira. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her. The sound of the machine beeped faster, causing Yuvraj's heart to skip a beat. He leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Adhira's face, waiting for her to wake up.
I write because I am passionate about it and this platform will give me the opportunity to express my emotions through the stories. Stories are the best way to pull out your imagination in the characters and plot. For me writing is the medium of escapism and the indulgence into the world of stories and imagination. I am here to provide some good, subtle stories within my capacity and some deep conversations.
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