27. Panic Attack

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~Author's POV~

Shreya stood holding the baby in her hands completely unknown of the gaze fixed at her. The baby was the one she got delivered five months back in her hospital so she remembered the patient, Mrs Verma.

At some distance, stood the owner of the fierce gaze which was not ready to leave the sight.

Observing the scenario, his body first freezed then loosened and he felt a ping in his heart. Keeping his hands on his chest, he tried to breathe.

He felt a choking feeling inside his throat and rubbed his neck with his hand. Then, loosened the knot of his tie and tried to breathe further.

His steps got weaken and he tripped. He fell on his knees and his hands landed on the ground. The phone fell apart. His gaze still fixed on her.

His back stiffened and he bent forward while his hands pressed on the ground for the support. His head bent downwards unable to look further at the scene in front of him.

His eyes closed with tears griming in them. The white sclera turning red with the rage inside him but only to get converted into an emotion so deep that could be the cause of his own destruction.

His body shaking with anxiety and goosebumps arousing all over his arms. His hands not ready to respond to his nerve commands.

He tried calming down himself taking deep breaths. His chest moving in and out with frequent rhythms as his breathing got quicker.

All his efforts to not let his emotions overtake him failed and he ended up with tears falling down his eyes and reaching the ground.

The tear drops spread all across drawing the disgraceful lines of his destiny. Patterns showing his ill fate and the continuous flow of tears representing the flow of misery in his life.

He started sobbing but then realizing the environment around, he tried to stop. He again failed.

Unable to control himself, he crawled towards the right on his knees and sat behind a car making sure to break his view from her.

Tears were falling down his eyes continuously and soundly wails coming out from his vocal cord. He pressed his palm on his mouth to not let his voice catch anyone's attention.

His body still shaking with anxiety, unable to balance the disdain scenario.

He squeezed his eyes and made a fist with the other hand. He pressed his fingers on his palm as hard as he could.

Still being caught by the storms inside him, he hit his fist on the ground. Once, twice, thrice and he went on.

The ground being filled with pebbles caused enormous pain to him but at least, this pain was better than the one he was feeling inside his heart.

His hand was shoved with the sharp edges of the pebbles and his skin worn out at places. Blood started coming out but still he didn't discontinue his action.

He kept his head on the car with a thud almost hitting his head from behind after placing his blood pooled fist on his knees.

Something was killing him from inside; an emotion which he could not control and did not had space to interpret. At the moment, the reaction felt like a sudden attack on his soul which he could not prevent.

It was not just this scene which made his body react like this. This situation arose out of all those inputs put into his life in the last two years. This was just a compilation of the shattered pieces of his heart.

While he was sitting there in such situation, Maheer came out finding him. He went around the parking area trying to locate him when his eyes fell on Shreya who was driving out of the institution.

His mind clicked and he understood what could have happened. He didn't know about Shreya visiting the event but he was sure Vedant must have seen her. He called out his name louder now.

"Vedant" he shouted as he found him almost fainted. Hearing his voice, the former got back his conscience while Maheer came and sat on his knees near him.

"What's all this?" he asked impatiently as he saw his injured hand but realizing Vedant's condition, he left the question and took him in a hug while Vedant rested his head on his shoulder closing his eyes.

~Vedant's POV~

My head felt heavy when I woke up. As I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on a bed. I furrowed my eyebrows at the uncertainty of the location. As I looked around, I saw Maheer sitting on the desk in his room.

I tried to get up but he stopped me and came near me to give support to my back, then helped me sit placing some pillows behind. He sat in front of me with eyes yearning for an explanation as I could observe his determined gaze on me.

"Yaar woh bus-" I started speaking and raised my right hand as I have a habit of moving my hands while speaking. But, then I felt extreme pain and my eyes went towards it which was covered in bandages.

"What's this?" I exclaimed looking at it and received a smack from the person sitting in front.

"Mai batau?" he said in his angry voice.

"Maheer yaar kuch nahi bus woh"

"Yeah go on. Give explanation. What is there to speak for it? Tell another lie. Come on." He crossed his hands passing me a glare.

"Bro I am not lying. Listen." I said blinking my eyes in the slowest pace trying to convince him but he didn't let me speak further. "You saw her?"

I could not look at him at this and my eyes went downwards. "Answer me" I slowly nodded agreeing to his knowledge.

"So, this?" He lifted my wounded palm and left it mid-air. It landed on the bed in a jerk and I almost shouted in pain. "Aaaaa"

"Abey o nautanki tera aisa haal karunga chillane ke layak bhi nahi bachega" he said in a warning tone while I gave him an annoyed look. Too mean!!! He is scolding me even when I am injured. Ouch!!! It's actually paining now.

"So you were this affected that you went on to kill yourself?" I looked at him in awe. When I didn't reply, he slammed his hand on the side table hard enough to make me flinch and close my eyes in reflex.

"Maheer listen I- I was just"

"Just? Oh yeah you were just lying on the ground with your blood pooled hand. Half of your clothes were covered with the blood drops and you were looking like an abandoned dead body. That's it.

At least after all this, think about your decision. Think about her."

"What? Bro, I think you don't know about her."

I was going to explain further but Atharva came into the room and the conversation was left on a cliffhanger. I think he doesn't know about her. But, how man? Myra and he are still together. How come he doesn't know about her moving on?

I was lost in my thoughts when Atharva called me in a worried tone. "Bhai" I hummed looking at him whose gaze was fixed at my injured hand. "What is this bhai? And how the hell your hand slammed on the wall that it caused this much wound?"

I raised my eyebrows and looked at Maheer. He blinked assuring me that he hasn't told him the truth. sigh thank god. I mean, yeah fine. Thanks to this idiot.

"Don't worry, it's nothing much" "Bhai it must be paining a lot" "Relax. I am fine." I passed him a smile which he finally reciprocated removing the wrinkles formed on his forehead due to the tension.