Shubman himself didn't  know what he's gonna do if he hears something more against his wife.

He knew perfectly what's right and what's wrong, if they say something more humiliating words to his wife. He was sure they gonna buy one more bed at the hospital now.

"Just because of you Sara, it would have been very better if you were not be in her life-"

The lady was cut down by him.

"Aunty please!",he said coming front where Sara was standing looking down, he came there and held her hand.

"No more words against my wife.",he said dangerously calm.

The man standing next to that women, tried to say something but Shubman again cutted him.

"It's not Sara's fault that Anya's lying on the hospital bed. It's yours, you both's.",he said pointing his finger at them.

"Sara wasn't the one who compared Anya with herself. She wasn't, but you both."

"The only thing you did after birthing her is comparison.",he said, whole corridor was silent hearing his words.

Ishan, Abhay and Aditi nodding behind him. But Sara.. Sara kept her head down, tears rolling from her cheeks down, landing on the white marble floor.

Anya's parents were taken back hearing him, the pale white walls of the hospital tainting his words again and again.

"Arey bachpan se dekhta aa raha hu, kabhi Sara se, kabhi mujhse, kabhi isse, kabhi usse, jab dekho aap dono use compare hi karte rahe ho. Kabhi khush nahi hue ho usse.", they both gulped hearing him their heads hung low in shame, as few nurses, some
acquaintance and some unknown people were looking at them.

"Pata hai maine... humne..hum sab ne.",he said turning slightly back at his group, motioning his hands towards them,"hum sab ne Anya ke aansoo poche hai jab aap dono ke wajah se vo roti thi."

"And now you both are blaming my wife that because of her she committed this, the correct answer is because of you both she's lying on death bed, just because of you both.",Anya's parents head shot up to him, tears glistening in their eyes.

"Jo Anya ne kiya usmein Sara ki galti toh thi hi nahi, balki Anya ki bhi nahi thi, galti thi toh bas aap dono ki thi."

"And I swear, agar meri dost ko kuch hua, toh aap dono ko toh mein jail ke andar dalkar hi rahunga! And don't worry about evidences and all hum sab hai jo aap ke khilaf gawahi dene ke liye kafi hai.",he said looking over his shoulder back, and each and everybody behind him nodded in yes.

He shot one last glare to Anya's parents and turned to Sara, his face softening looking at her, he held her hand and turned for leaving.

Sara absentmindedly just followed him, her mind was somewhere else, repeating the same allegations Anya's parents threw at her.

He stopped at their friends who stood outside the OT, he looked at Ishan and said,"Kuch hua toh mujhe call kar dena.", Ishan nodded understanding the situation.

Shubman turned to Aditi asking her if she's coming with them, she said no she's staying here. He nodded and again turned to Ishan saying him to drop Aditi at home.

They both left from the hospital.In the car as he drove through the half empty roads, it was night around eleven thirty. 

He looked at her, his hands gripping the steering wheel, concern etched on his face as he saw her. She was silent so silent, leaning back to the headrest looking outside the window. She looked paled.

He took a breath and turned his face towards the road but his mind shifted to the flashback.

•
Flashback:

After having dinner as usual with cracking jokes and laughing, the Gills stood and went to their respective rooms after biding goodnight to everyone.

At their room Shubman stood infront of  the mirror doing his night skincare routine using Sara's product.

While Sara laughed folding the pressed clothes reminding him how he was cringing when she was buying it and now he's using it more than her and he rolled his eyes not before saying something sarcastic.

Her phone ranged and she picked it up smiling,"Haan Adi."

Aditi voice ranged in the room as it was on speaker making her stop at her steps.

"Anya..Anya commited suicide.",Aditi said her voice cracking in middle.

"Hello Sara..Hello you there.",she asked Sara was so shocked listening her, she wasn't able to say anything.

Shubman who was himself so shocked hearing Aditi but stepped front seeing Sara. He took her phone in his hand.

"Yes we are listening, where's she now?",he asked his voice filled with concern.

"She's at Deol Hospital, we all are here come soon as possible.",she said and he nodded saying yes before hanging up the call.

They both rushed to the hospital after telling the family.

Anya was their close friend, one of the member of their friendship group, she was always so sweet, so soft-spoken. But her parents, her parents always used to put her down comparing with others, mostly with Sara.

But that never add any kind hindrance in their friendship, they always remained as close friends, they all, they all where in a tight knitted group and now it hurted them to hell that they weren't able to protect their friend.

At the hospital when they entered where everyone were, Anya's mother rushed to Sara saying hurtful things to her.

Shubman was confused first, he didn't said anything controlling his anger/urge, assuming her mother was not in the right condition. But when her parents crossed the limit. He bursted out in anger.

Giving them the reality check that because of them Anya's condition is like this.

Also, because no one, no one can ever raise their voice on his wife.

•

In the room Sara sat on the edge of the bed, her shoulders slumped, her gaze fixed on the floor.

Her fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on the fabric of her dress, though her mind was far away, replaying the harsh accusations thrown at her earlier. Her chest felt heavy, and her throat burned from holding back tears.

Shubman closed the door softly. He watched her in silence for a moment, his heart clenching at her broken posture.

He couldn’t bear to see her like this—she, who was usually so strong-willed, now seemed so fragile. Taking a deep breath, he walked toward her and sat down beside her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Sara," he said softly, his voice full of concern.

She flinched first, then she didn’t respond, her gaze still glued to the floor. A tear slipped down her cheek, and she wiped it away quickly, as though ashamed of being caught crying.

"It’s not your fault," he tried again, his tone firm but gentle.

Her shoulders trembled as she let out a shaky breath. "It is," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Everything they said… it’s all true. If I hadn’t been there, Anya wouldn’t have felt the need to… to do this."

Shubman clenched his jaw, his frustration rising—not at her, but at the self-blame she was inflicting upon herself. He moved closer "Sara, look at me," he urged gently.

She hesitated but eventually turned her head, her tear-filled eyes meeting his. The raw pain in her gaze almost undid him.

"This is not your fault," he said, enunciating each word. "Anya ye tumhare wajah se nahi kiya. Tum toh uski dost thi, sabse achi wali, you both were always together, she didn't do this because of you."

"But—" she began, her voice breaking, but he cut her off.

"No buts," he said firmly, his hands moving to cup her face. His thumbs gently wiped away her tears as he continued,

"You were the one who wiped her tears when they hurt her. You were the one who made her smile despite everything. Don’t you dare take the blame for something that wasn’t your doing."

His touch was warm and steady, grounding her in the moment. Despite her inner turmoil, she felt a flicker of comfort. Her lips trembled as more tears spilled over, and she finally let herself cry, the sobs wracking her small frame.

Shubman pulled her into his arms without hesitation, holding her close as she wept. He didn’t say anything, just stroked her hair and let her pour out her emotions. "It’s okay," he murmured softly. "Let it out. I’m here."

As she clung to him, her tears soaking his shirt, her breathing began to slow. Exhaustion crept over her, her body growing limp in his arms. Her sobs quieted into soft hiccups, and her eyes fluttered shut, her grip on his shirt loosening.

Shubman noticed her breath evening out and realized she was drifting into sleep. Carefully, he lay her down on the bed, her head resting on his arm as a makeshift pillow. Her face was still damp with tears, her features etched with the vulnerability she rarely showed.

He stayed still for a moment, watching her. When he was sure she was asleep, he began to carefully slide his arm out to move toward the couch. But just as he started to shift, her hand reached out and clutched his sleeve.

“Don’t leave,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. Her eyes remained closed, but the soft plea in her tone was unmistakable.

Shubman froze, his heart skipping a beat. He swallowed hard and nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring.

Gently, he reached over and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. He settled beside her on the bed, maintaining a small distance between them. His eyes adjusted to the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, and his gaze lingered on her peaceful face.

For a while, he simply watched her, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. Her vulnerability had stirred something deep within him—an overwhelming need to protect her, to be her anchor in this storm.

As he lay there, lost in thought, Sara shifted in her sleep. She turned toward him, her body inching closer until her head rested on his chest. Her hand slid across his torso, loosely draping over him.

Shubman’s breath hitched, his body tensing at the unexpected closeness. Her warmth seeped into him, and her soft breaths tickled his neck. He glanced down at her, his heart thundering in his chest.

In that moment, instinct took over. Slowly, he let his arm drape around her waist, pulling her a fraction closer. His chin rested lightly against the top of her head, her hair brushing against his skin. A strange sense of calm washed over him, as though her presence had silenced all the noise in his mind.

For the first time since their marriage, they slept in the same bed, their bodies entwined in an unspoken bond.

•
The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. Shubman stirred, his senses slowly awakening. The first thing he noticed was warmth—a soft, comforting weight against his chest.

His eyes fluttered open, and his breath caught at the sight before him. Sara lay nestled against him, her face mere inches from his. Her expression was relaxed, her lips slightly parted as she slept. Stray strands of hair framed her face, and the golden light seemed to highlight her delicate features.

His heart thudded in his chest, and an unfamiliar emotion surged within him—something warm, tender, and achingly protective. There was a peace he couldn’t explain, a sense of rightness that came from having her so close.

He stayed still, unwilling to disturb her. But as he stared, she began to stir. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes fluttered open.

For a moment, she seemed disoriented, her gaze darting around before landing on him, and the realization of their closeness hit her instantly. Her breath caught, and her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink.

"I…" she began, but words failed her as she quickly pulled back, creating some distance between them.

Shubman cleared his throat, trying to mask his own embarrassment. "Good morning," he said, his voice gentle.

"Good morning," she replied softly, avoiding his gaze.

An awkward silence settled between them until he decided to break it. "Are you feeling better now?" he asked, his tone laced with genuine concern.

She finally looked up at him, a small smile gracing her lips. "Yes, I am. Thank you… for everything."

He smiled back, relief washing over him. "You said that day to take it as a loan, right?" he teased lightly, trying to ease the tension. "Consider the loan paid back."

Her soft chuckle filled the room, and he felt his chest lighten at the sound. It was the first time in a while that he had seen her smile, and it made him happier than he cared to admit.

Just then, his phone rang, breaking the moment. He reached for it on the nightstand and saw Ishan’s name flashing on the screen. Answering quickly, he listened as Ishan delivered the news.

"She’s out of danger," Ishan said, relief evident in his voice.

Shubman let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. "Thank God," he muttered. "I’ll be there in an hour."

As he hung up, Sara’s brows furrowed in concern. "What happened?"

"Anya is out of danger," he said, his lips curving into a smile.

She let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing. 'Thank god." she said softly, gratitude shining in her eyes.

He watched her for a moment, the weight of the past night lifting from his chest. In that moment, he realized something: no matter what challenges lay ahead, he would always stand by her.

I hope you liked it.

ignore the grammatical mistakes or any errors in the lines. Actually I am not feeling well, I was laying on the bed only from two days as I was feeling like if I will stood up I might fall so. (Feeling little better rn tho)

Also I am not that happy with this, I think there's lots of mistakes that I am not able to find so, I thought to publish it

I hope you understand.

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