CANVAS OF COURAGE [Ongoing]

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"Family isn't always bound by blood, it's woven from love, loyalty, and the memories that make our hearts feel at home."

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SANVI POV

The hospital corridors were quieter now, bathed in soft, golden sunlight streaming through the high windows. The usual rush of nurses and patients was subdued, the hum of the day just beginning to settle in. The doctor had just finished his last-minute instructions. "You're good to go. Just rest well, and make sure to take care of that arm," he said, nodding at Siddarth's sling. I noticed the faint smirk Siddarth managed, though his posture betrayed weariness.

Beside me, my mother adjusted her dupatta, her expression hovering between relief and worry. Kaira too smiles looking toward me.

We moved together towards the hospital's exit, a loosely knit group converging towards freedom. My steps were steady, but my heart stumbled. Every step felt like shedding the suffocating weight of the hospital.

As we reached the parking area, I found Siddarth's group ahead of ours. His gait was stiff, almost cautious, though his face betrayed none of it. The cool air carried a biting edge, or maybe it was just my nerves. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the slight hitch in his movement, the way his free hand clenched and unclenched absently, his attempt at normalcy almost too practiced.

I feel happy, not because seeing him like that because he did something which i never imagine he will do for me, he freking jump on fire just to save me.

And then it happened—our eyes collided. Just for a brief heartbeat, but it was enough. The world stop, like always does. But in that fleeting connection, his gaze told me what words hadn't. Rest, take care.  A corner of my mouth lifted a reflex more than anything.

My own gaze might've echoed something similar—unspoken care, a tentative reassurance. My pulse quickened, as if my body misread the moment as something bigger than it was. How ridiculous. But still... there was a softness in his dark eyes, or maybe I imagined it.

A loud honk shattered the moment. Eshan called out, half-laughing, "Siddarth! Stop daydreaming, man. Car's this way." He nodded, tearing his eyes away, and they moved towards their vehicle. Arya gave him a light slap on the back of his back for good measure, earning a grimace from him.

My mother suddenly stepped away from us, walking toward Siddarth's car. I froze in place, startled, watching as she bent slightly and spoke through the open car window.

"Take good rest my child, and don't forget to come at evening we celebrate diwali together," she said.

From where I stood, I saw Eshan give an enthusiastic nod "Yes, Aunty we will come."

 Arya, leaning slightly against the car, chimed in with a bright, "Of course."

Siddarth was the last to respond. "Ji, aunty," he said, 

My mother returned to our car, her expression calm but satisfied, and slid into the seat beside me. "They'll come by evening," she said matter-of-factly.

The door shutting with a firm finality. Through the window, I caught a glimpse of their car pulling out in the opposite direction.