30 chapter 30

The dull dark corridor of the hospital saw a lone figure walking along with swift, hindering steps towards the object of his thoughts. His eye-brows were in a constant frown, his eyes looked tortured and his days-old stubble was rigid yet made his face spunky, as he took long strides to finally face the room of his destination. The reception was made aware of his invasion, the attendants were influenced and ensured to be absent, the lights of the particular corridor remained dim"he looked around the place satisfied with his efforts as he finally stepped into the room of Khushi Kumari Gupta.

He walked towards her bed with slow apprehensive steps, his initial conviction as little as it was, now fading away and he stood rooted to his place observing the petite figure on the bed, looking exquisitely fragile. He closed his eyes for a brief moment to get over the apprehension and stick to his initial decision as he found himself taking another step towards her. He noticed her eyes fixed to the ceiling above, her hair brushing her shoulders, her hands recently toned and were fixed to her sides, her long legs, exposed by the gown ending at her knees, her toes rigid and her stance as close to a dead person as it could get. He then heard the sounds of the machines attached to her"the beep sounds-- indicating her heartbeat and his conviction increased a little as he finally took one last step reaching her.

Reluctantly, he hovered over her as he looked into her eyes which looked past him into the distant. His reluctance increased as he placed his one knee on the bed beside her hand and hovered over her more, his face now straight above hers and inches away. He searched for her eyes as if a reflex action but just as he expected, all in vain. He brought his one hand and supported himself to lean above her completely. He squeezed his eyes shut as he angled his head, leaning over her more and he sucked at the place between her neck and her jaw. Arnav looked up instantly, a sudden wave of pleasure filling his lungs as he inhaled her raw innate cologne and his gut twisted with an unsolicited wave of desire. He looked down, consciously registering the proximity and looked back into her eyes when a torment of guilt hit him while processing her rigid helpless unaffected stance. He observed her face with his angled head still leaning above her petite form that looked straight up ahead of him, rigid and impassive. He roamed his eyes all over her face as a wave of emotions engulfed the place of his chest and he felt himself falling into an unknown pit of tangled uncertainty. Sighing, he rested his head at the tip of her shoulder mould, which more seemed like an involuntary action and as moments passed by-- his ears caught the fluctuating beep-sounds of the machines attached to her.

His determination resumed, his plan of action was recalled as an instant reaction, while he lifted his head in one swift moment to observe her eyes. Blank. His breathing became heavy as an unknown stubborn determination to bring her back overpowered everything else in his mind. He lifted himself to settle above her again supported by his palms on her either side as he just stared at her distant eyes. With his determined gaze, he swooped down again, sucked at her jaw once, bit her neck a little, brushed his stubble all over her tender spot below her neck, pressed his chest to that of hers, as the now familiar aura of her continued to tortured him, evoking his desires in such inexplicable way, his breathing rapidly increased. He never knew a mere almost dead, unaffected, non-reactive person could do this to him and he found himself drowning down, deep into a torturous turmoil.