The rhythmic beep of machines echoed faintly in the sterile white corridor of CityCare Hospital, their monotonous sound eerily comforting and haunting at once. Aarav sat outside the ICU room, his fingers interlocked tightly, knuckles white, jaw clenched as if holding back a tidal wave of emotions that threatened to drown him. It had been fifteen days since Raavi slipped into a coma. Fifteen days since the world had changed.

Fifteen days since she was in coma