The quiet hum of the hospital machines filled the room as Arjun lay on the bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. His body felt heavy, and his mind, even heavier. The memories of his choices, his mistakes, and the lives he hurt played over and over like a haunting melody. He couldn’t escape it, even in his weakened state.
A knock on the door broke his thoughts. Shiva walked in, his expression a mixture of concern and frustration. He pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down, his eyes searching Arjun’s face.
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