Viyansh POV,
I woke up at my usual early hour, a time my wife considers to be much too early. She lay peacefully asleep on my chest, a sight that, despite seeing it every morning for the past few months, never ceased to fill me with a profound sense of blessing and an indescribable happiness. It felt like the first time, every time.I couldn't help but reminisce about the early days of our marriage. I still remember what an idiot I was when I first woke up to find her sleeping on me. My initial reaction was to gently move her aside, awkward and unsure. Reflecting on our journey, it's astonishing how far we've come-from me being reluctantly forced into this marriage by my father to now, loving her with every fiber of my being. Our relationship has blossomed into something beautiful, something I cherish deeply. I still find it hard to believe that we have consummated our marriage, our love. Even more surprisingly, she was the one to initiate it. The fact that I was able to make her feel that comfortable fills me with immense joy. She has opened up to me about every aspect of her life, including her deepest fears and the nightmares that used to haunt her. Those nightmares have since ceased, and according to my Jaan, it's because she sleeps beside me and feels protected from everything. While she has shared so much with me, I sometimes grapple with guilt for not telling her the full truth. She remains unaware of the true reasons behind her parents' animosity and the parts of her past that she doesn't remember. Despite this, I've resolved to carry this burden of guilt for the rest of my life. Revealing the truth might lead her to blame herself, and that's a pain I cannot bear to inflict upon her. So, I choose to protect her from that knowledge, even if it means bearing the weight of this secret alone.
Leaving my thoughts behind, I proceeded with my morning routine. The very first thing I did was kiss her forehead-a gesture that, to me, embodies the purest and most beautiful feeling. After that, I carefully tucked her into the duvet, knowing she feels cold due to her sensitive skin. Despite my reluctance to leave her side today, I headed to the gym. An inexplicable sense of unease tugged at me, making it hard to be away from her even for a moment. Unable to shake this feeling, I cut my workout short and returned within half an hour, driven by an unknown fear and an urgent need to be near her.
Relieved to find her safe and sound, sleeping peacefully, my heartbeat gradually returned to its normal rhythm. With a tender smile gracing my lips at the sight of her cute and innocent face, I made my way to the bathroom to attend to my morning chores. Once refreshed, I returned to complete what I considered the most difficult yet satisfying task: waking up my wife, "Mera bachcha." Sitting beside her, I gently ran my fingers through her hair, savoring the softness, and called out to her in a soft, affectionate tone, coaxing her gently from her slumber.
Author,
Viyansh: "Bachcha uth jao ab."
(Wake up)
Vaidehi: "Ummm"
He smiled as she followed her usual routine, settling onto his lap and burying her face in his stomach. Gently, he pressed a kiss to her head, his thumb tracing soothing circles on her cheeks.
Viyansh: "Jaana good morning."
With a smile adorning her face, she directed her gaze towards him, gently grasping his hand that rested on her cheek. Tenderly, she pressed her lips against his hand before responding.
Vaidehi: "Good morning Ansh."
Viyansh: "Chalo, go and freshen up."
She wrinkled her nose before uttering her response.
Vaidehi: "Ansh, you know I hate bathing phir aap Roz subah yahi baat kyu bolte hai?? I want you to say something romantic??"
(so why do you say the same thing every morning?)
As she sat up, he smoothly pulled her onto his lap. Despite her apparent laziness, she nestled her head on his shoulder, evidently seeking more rest. However, he was swift to gently pat her cheeks, perhaps teasingly nudging her to stay awake.
Viyansh: "achcha ji toh aapko subah subah romance karna hai??"
(Oh really? So you want to romance early in the morning?)
Vaidehi: "Kyu ji aapko koi dikkat hai isse???"
(Why, is it a problem for you?)
Arching her eyebrows inquisitively, she posed a question, her playful demeanor evident. In response, he indulged in a playful nibble on her cheeks.
Viyansh: "Nahi ji, hum toh vaise bhi vahi karte hai vo humari biwi kehti hai, hum kaha unke hukum ke khilaaf ja sakte hai."
(No, not at all. I already do what my wife asks for, how can I go against her wishes?)
Vaidehi: "Achcha ji aap patnivrata hai?"
(Oh, so you're devoted to your wife.)
Viyansh: "Ji bilkul biwi ji."
(Yes, absolutely, my dear wife.)
Locking eyes with each other, they both erupted into laughter, sharing a moment of mutual amusement at the lighthearted morning antics they had just engaged in.
Viyansh: "C'mon now go."
Vaidehi: "Urgghhh"
With a playful whine, she reluctantly acquiesced and finally made her way.
After finishing his task of arranging all his files in his bag, Viyansh made his way into their walk-in closet to retrieve his laptop from the mini cabinet designated for all his office essentials. Upon entering, he was greeted by the sight of Vaidehi, who was dressed in a lovely light peach-colored dress. Her dupatta was elegantly draped over her left shoulder, adding a touch of grace to her attire. He observed her delicate task of trying to secure her waist chain around her waist, the dress revealing a subtle slit down the middle. Admiring her beauty and attention to detail, Viyansh couldn't help but pause for a moment, struck by the sight of his beloved wife's effortless charm.
She locked the waist chain and bends to take the comb but halts when two hands sneaked from behind of her waist and got wrapped around her tummy. A soft smile graced her lips as she leaned back into the warmth of his chest, her head finding a comfortable spot against his solid frame. Viyansh's chin gently rested on her shoulder, his hands tenderly positioned just above her waist chain, creating a sense of intimacy and security.
Viyansh: "Kya aap mujhe seduce karne ki koshish kar rahin hai biwi??"
(Are you trying to seduce me, dear wife?)
Nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, he posed a question, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. In response, she widened her eyes.
Vaidehi: "What??? No Ansh."
He began peppering her neck with featherlight kisses, each one sending a ripple of sensation through her body. Gradually, her breathing grew heavier, her senses heightened by the tender display of affection.
Viyansh: "Then why are you wearing this waist chain, knowing that it's my weakness?"
She instinctively clasped his hand, which lay gently on her stomach.
Vaidehi: "It was you who got me so many waist chains, I'm just making use of them. Anyways I'm a very shy person main kyu aapko seduce karungi."
(why would I try to seduce you?)
Despite her attempts at verbal resistance, her actions spoke volumes as she surrendered to the intoxicating embrace, her eyes closed in blissful surrender, melting into his arms. A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he relished the evident effect he had on her, prompting him to indulge further in teasing her.
Viyansh: "Oh yeah, by the way, who was mentioning that night about doing some lovey-dovey hanky-panky?"
Swiftly, she turned, burying her face into his chest, eliciting a chuckle from him.
Vaidehi: "Ansh, you're not allowed to tease me."
Viyansh: "And you are allowed to seduce me, right?"
Her gaze bore into him with a glare.
Vaidehi: "Bahaut besharam ho gaye hai aap."
(You've become very shameless.)
Viyansh: "Vo bhi toh tumne hi banaya hai na jaan."
(you're the one who made me like this)
He uttered his words and winked at her as she pushed him.
Vaidehi: "Hatiye, baal banane dijiye mujhe, tang mat kijiye."
(Move aside, let me do my hair, stop bothering me.)
He chuckled as she turned away and settled onto the Ottoman. Taking hold of her hair, he picked up the comb.
Viyansh: "Lao tumhari braids bana deta hu."
(Alright, I'll braid your hair for you.)
A smile graced her lips as she admired his skillful hands, reflecting on how he had taken the time to learn various hairstyles simply because of his love for her waist-length hair. He began combing and braiding her locks with tender care.
Vaidehi: "Ansh suniya na mujhe kuch kehna hai aapse."
(Ansh, listen, I want to tell you something.)
Viyansh: "hmm bolo bachcha sun raha hu."
(go ahead, dear, I'm listening.)
Despite the endearing distractions and the butterflies he was causing in her stomach by addressing her with the term of endearment "bachcha," she made a concerted effort to set aside her thoughts and initiate a serious conversation.
Vaidehi: "Ansh, you suggested to me that I should restart Dadi's music academy."
Viyansh: "Haa"
(yeah)
Vaidehi: "I've thought a lot about it, and I think I'm ready for it."
As he caught her gaze through the mirror, a mixture of surprise and unbridled happiness lit up his features. It was evident that her decision to prioritize her own happiness and pursue her passion as her profession filled him with joy.
Viyansh: "What? Really?"
She couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm and nodded in agreement. He gently tied her braid, then planted a tender kiss on the crown of her head, his hands resting on her shoulders as he leaned down towards her.
Viyansh: "I'm so, so, so happy, love."
She smiled and rose to her feet.
Vaidehi: "So, that's why I'm thinking of going to meet dadu today."
His smile vanished suddenly, causing her to furrow her brow in confusion.
Vaidehi: "What happened??"
He took hold of her hands, gently stroking her knuckles.
Viyansh: "Jaana, I'm very happy for you, but I know I might sound silly, but I'm not getting good vibes today. So, can you stay at home today, please? Or else I'll take a leave and accompany you."
Vaidehi: "Ji nahi aap koi leave nahi le rahe hai aapki important meeting hai na pichle do dino se itni mehnat ki hai aapne presentation pe. Koi baat nahi hai Ansh main aaj ki jagah kal chali jaungi, ya jab bhi aap free rahenge, thik hai???"
(No, you're not taking a leave. You have an important meeting, right? You've been working so hard on your presentation for the past two days. It's okay, Ansh, I'll go tomorrow instead, or whenever you're free, okay?)
He tenderly cupped her face in his hands.
Viyansh: "Why are you so understanding?"
She reciprocated by holding onto his hands.
Vaidehi: "Hadd hai ek toh aap mujhe bachcha kehte hai aur ab jab main maturely behave Karu toh aapko ye bhi manzur nahi main karu toh karu kya??"
(It's too much, first you call me "child," and now when I behave maturely, you don't like it. What should I do then?)
He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Viyansh: "Tum bas mere sath raho baaki main sambhal lunga."
(Just stay with me, I'll manage everything else.)
She returned the affection by planting a kiss on his cheek.
Vaidehi: "Okay, aur ab zara aap sindhoor laga denge Mr. Singhania?"
(Okay, and now will you put on vermillion)
Viyansh: "Zarur Mrs. Singhania."
(Of course)
He winked playfully before filling her hairline, a routine that brought them a sense of deep connection each day.
Viyansh: "Aur koi hukum Mrs. Viyansh??"
(Any other orders, Mrs. Viyansh?)
Vaidehi: "Ji nahi Mr. Singhania, but ab hatiye ab main free hu toh aaj breakfast bana deti hu main."
(No, Mr. Singhania, but now move aside, I'm free, so I'll make breakfast today.)
Viyansh: "No need, servants hai na vo bana denge."
(we have servants, they'll do it.)
She rested her hands on her waist.
Vaidehi: "Ansh, aaj main hi banaungi breakfast samjhe aap???"
(today I'll make breakfast, understand?)
He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
Viyansh: "Jaisa aap kahe."
(As you say.)
Vaidehi: "Ok toh kya khayenge aaj aap?? Vahi aapka ghaas phus??"
(Okay, so what would you like to have today? The same old stuff?)
Viyansh: "Nahi aaj jo tum banaogi pyaar se vo kha lunga."
(No, today I'll eat whatever you make with love.)
She became excited.
Vaidehi: "Sachchi??"
(Really?)
Viyansh: "Hanji sachchi, aur ab chaliye aapki madat kar deta hu."
(Yes, really, and now come I'll help you.)
He turned her by the shoulders and began gently guiding her out of the room with him.
Vaidehi: "No way, aap help kum aur mujhe tang zyada karte hai, main khud kar lungi sab."
(No way, you help less and bother me more. I'll do everything myself.)
Viyansh: "Bhalai ka zamana hi nahi Raha."
(Goodness is rare nowadays.)
Together, they began descending the stairs.
Vaidehi: "Ha aisa hi samajh lijiye aap."
(Yes, consider it that way.)
He pouted, but she quickly kissed his pout and dashed towards their home temple.
Viyansh: "Heyyy araam jaan. Ruko tum."
(carefull love, wait)
Giggling, she darted away from him, and he playfully chased after her. After their morning prayer, she headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast while Viyansh became engrossed in a phone call, momentarily occupied with other matters.
Vaidehi skillfully prepared aloo paratha for everyone, filling the kitchen with the tantalizing aroma of freshly cooked delights. As she brought the steaming parathas to the dining table, Vikram and Viyansh eagerly settled in their seats, ready to indulge in the delicious meal she had lovingly prepared.
Just as Vikram reached out to grab a paratha, Vaidehi's voice rang out in a warning tone, causing him to pause in surprise.
Vaidehi: "Popsyyy."
Vikram closed his eyes and murmured softly.
Vikram: "Aa gayi meri maa."
(Here comes my mom.)
Viyansh overheard and let out a chuckle.
Viyansh: "Kya papa kitna darte hai aap Jaan se."
(What dad, you get so scared of her)
Vikram: "Tu nahi darta kya beta??"
(Aren't you scared too son?)
Viyansh opened his mouth, perhaps intending to speak, but thought better of it and promptly closed it again. He recognized the unspoken rule: when Vaidehi was angry, it was best to remain silent and avoid any further escalation.
Vaidehi approached Vikram and shot him a glare.
Vikram: "Kya hua ladoo??"
(What happened)
She extended her hand, revealing Vikram's medicine box clasped within it.
Vaidehi: "Ye kya hai?? Aaj phir se, breakfast ke pehle ki medicine lena bhul gaye aap??"
(What's this? Did you forget to take your medicine again today before breakfast?)
Vikram gulped nervously before speaking.
Vikram: "I didn't fo...forget ladoo, I wa..was about to take it. "
She maintained her glare at him as she handed over his medicine, while Viyansh amusedly observed his father receiving a scolding from his wife.
Vaidehi: "Why are you so careless Popsy? Bilkul dhyaan nahi dete hai aap apna."
(You don't pay attention to yourself at all.)
Viyansh: "Look who's talking papa."
As he began to serve himself a paratha, he attempted to utter a word, only to be met with a withering glare from his wife. The intensity of her gaze was enough to make him quickly abandon any further attempts at conversation, opting instead to focus on his meal in silence.
Vaidehi meticulously served tea to Vikram and coffee to Viyansh, ensuring their morning beverages were just as they liked them. Viyansh, displaying his affection, insisted that she take the first bite before he resumed his breakfast. Just then, Virat made his entrance, clad in his gym attire, adding a new dynamic to the morning scene.
Virat: "Sweetiepie my protein shake??"
Vaidehi: "Oh yeah."
She handed him his protein shake, and he noticed that breakfast consisted of parathas.
Virat: "Wow, sweetiepie, parathas!"
Viyansh: "Firstly, it's "bhabhi maa" for you, and who eats a paratha after a protein shake?"
Vaidehi and Vikram shared a giggle at Viyansh's jealousy.
Virat approached with a mischievous grin, ready to hug Viyansh, but Viyansh stopped him in his tracks.
Viyansh: "Dare you hug me, go and take a bath first Virat."
Virat pouted playfully in response to Viyansh's refusal.
Vaidehi: "Awww my Veer bechara."
(my poor Veer.)
Viyansh: "Ha tumhe toh sab bechare lagte hai bas mujhe chod ke."
(everyone seems poor to you except me.)
Virat, Vikram, and Vaidehi erupted into laughter together.
Virat: "Don't be jealous, bhai, it doesn't suit you, right, sweetiepie?"
Viyansh shot another glare in Virat's direction.
Virat: "I mean bhabhi maa."
Vaidehi affectionately pulled Viyansh's cheeks, eliciting a playful protest from him.
Vaidehi: "Ansh aap kitne cute hai ekdum kuchii puchii jaise."
(you're so cute, just like a little kid.)
Viyansh: "What nonsense biwi yaar."
The joyful atmosphere in the dining area was suddenly punctuated by the sound of laughter, echoing the warmth and camaraderie of the family's time together. However, the laughter tapered off into uneasy silence as two distinct voices from upstairs caught their attention.
Vihaan: "I said it's mine."
Viraj: "Bhai, just give it to me, it's mine."
They turned their gaze towards the staircase and watched as Vihaan and Viraj descended, their presence drawing the family's focus.
Vikram: "What's happening? Why are you both fighting?"
Viraj: "Papa dekho na vihu bhai meri shirt nahi de rahe hai."
(Dad look, Vihu bro won't give me my shirt.)
Vihaan: "Papa ye meri shirt hai, he stole it from my cupboard."
(Dad this is my shirt)
And here comes the savior of her monkeys. Vaidehi stood in front of Vihaan, her hands resting on her waist.
Vaidehi: "Ahaan bhai, don't blame my Raj. This must be his shirt. If you want it, just ask him, why blame him?"
Viraj: "Oh my cupcake you are the best."
Viraj playfully held Vaidehi's shoulders from behind, then peeked around her to Vihaan and stuck out his tongue in a playful gesture.
Vihaan: "Stop defending him dahi, or else, or else."
Vaidehi: "Or else what bhai??"
She teased Vihaan, reminding him that he had nothing to threaten her with.
Vihaan: "You..."
Vihaan shot Vaidehi a playful glare in response to her teasing.
Vaidehi: "Popsy see bhai Dara rahe hai mujhe."
(look, he's scaring me.)
Viyansh: "Haa jaise tum toh bahaut bholi ho na biwi."
(Yeah, as if you're so innocent, dear wife.)
Vaidehi: "Kya Ansh aap aise kaise meri taareef kar rahe hai par thank you."
(What, Ansh, are you praising me? But thank you.)
He glared at her, playfully taunting her, while Vaidehi indulged in some self-praise. Virat and Viraj chuckled at the banter, while Vihaan gently smacked Vaidehi's head in jest.
Vaidehi: "Popsy dekho na."
(Dad look)
She whined, rubbing her head where Vihaan had gently smacked her.
Vikram: "Sabki pitayi hogi agar kisi ne meri ladoo ko kuch kaha toh."
(If anyone says anything to my child, they'll get a beating.)
Viyansh: "Hadd hai yaha ab ise koi kuch keh bhi nahi sakta."
(It's ridiculous that nobody can say anything to her here.)
Vihaan: "Bhai aap toh rehne hi do, sabse pehle aap hi aage aate ho apni biwi ki tarafdari karne."
(Bro, forget it, you're always the first to come forward to support your wife.)
Viyansh stood up and approached Vaidehi, wrapping his arms around her from behind in a warm hug.
Viyansh: "Obviously ab meri biwi hai hi itni masoom aur cute si."
(Obviously, she's my wife, so innocent and cute.)
He spoke softly as he pulled her cheeks affectionately.
Vaidehi: "Ahh Ansh mat kijiye."
(Don't)
She rubbed her cheeks tenderly.
Vihaan: "Aur nazuk bhi." (And delicate too.)
Vihaan, Viraj, Virat, and Vikram all chuckled at the scene, joining Viyansh, who had fallen silent under just one glare of his wife.
Vaidehi: "Bhai ruko apne biceps dikhaungi na aab dar jaoge."
(Brother, wait, I'll show you my biceps, then you'll be scared.)
She playfully lifted her left hand and flexed her biceps, although there wasn't much to see, eliciting laughter from everyone.
Virat: "Sorry sweeti..."
Viyansh shot a glare at Virat, prompting him to quickly correct his words.
Virat: "I mean bhabhi maa but aap itni choti si toh hai, aur Vihu Bhai ko dekho ye toh gym jaate hi biceps banane ke liye hai."
(But you're so tiny, and look at Vihu Bhai, he goes to the gym just to build biceps.)
Viraj: "Ha par mere zyada better hai."
(Yeah, but mine are better.)
Viraj proudly showed off his biceps, only for Vihaan to playfully snatch his shirt away, revealing his own biceps in turn.
Viraj: "Bhai shirt dedo yaar."
(Bro, give me the shirt, please.)
Virat: "Areh koi meri biceps bhi toh dekho."
(Hey, look at my biceps too.)
Virat also joined in, showing off his own biceps with a proud grin.
Vaidehi: "Kya fayda aap logo ke biceps ka jab sabko Sunni toh meri hi hai."
(What's the use of your biceps when everyone listens to me only.)
She couldn't help but giggle.
Vihaan: "Dahi, hum teri sunte hai because ab itni choti si bachchi rote huye achchi nahi lagegi na."
(Dear, we listen to you because a little girl crying won't look good.)
Vaidehi: "Ahhh, Ansh dekhiye Bhai mujhe tang kar rahe hai."
(Look, Brother is teasing me.)
She pleaded with him, grasping his biceps and looking up at him with pleading eyes.
Viyansh: "Jaana, he's not wrong, by the way."
She shrugged off his hand and moved towards Vikram, flashing him her best puppy eyes in an attempt to win him over.
Vikram: "Abhi ke abhi sab ke sab ne meri ladoo ko sorry nahi kaha toh mujhe apne biceps dikhane padenge."
(If nobody apologizes to my ladoo right now, I'll have to show off my biceps.)
He spoke, pulling her into a side hug. Both Vikram and Vaidehi laughed, appreciating the lightheartedness of the moment. As the others bowed playfully in deference to her, the atmosphere lightened, and each family member retreated to their respective rooms, content with the warmth and camaraderie of their shared time together.
As everyone wrapped up their breakfast and prepared to head off to their respective workplaces, Viyansh, who was already at the door, paused and turned back. With a heartfelt gesture, he walked over to Vaidehi and enveloped her in a warm hug.
Viyansh: "I don't feel like leaving you alone."
Vaidehi: "Ansh, aise kya karte hai? Go attend your meeting and come back soon."
(what's this?)
She gently insisted that he leave, and he ultimately agreed. Before departing for his office, he placed his lips on her forehead, holding the kiss for a good 10-20 seconds, savoring the deep bond they shared.
Vaidehi's POV,
I had to forcefully convince Ansh to go to work today, but deep down, I couldn't shake an uneasy feeling that had been growing inside me. An unknown fear was taking hold, and I couldn't pinpoint why. Suddenly, the events of the morning replayed in my mind, each moment vividly clear. First, I recalled how Ansh woke me up, as he does every day, gently coaxing me to take a bath. As usual, I playfully refused, enjoying the light-hearted banter that has become a cherished part of our daily routine. Though it may seem childish, these moments are precious to me. They add a touch of sweetness to our relationship that I know I'll cherish forever. I know that no matter how silly my actions might be, this wonderful man of mine will always stand by my side, offering unwavering support. I trust him completely. The way he pampers me and cares for me fills my heart with immense love. His gestures, both big and small, constantly remind me of how fortunate I am to have him. Because he is the most special person in my life, I often find myself thinking of various ways to make him feel just as cherished. Whether it's through small surprises or grand gestures, I always strive to show him how deeply I appreciate and love him. His presence brings so much joy to my life, and I want to ensure he knows how much he means to me. He gave me the love I was deprived of during my childhood. While he can't replace my parents, he has given me a new family and, most importantly, his heart. For that, I will be forever grateful. Today, I had planned to visit Dadu to inquire about the music academy, but Ansh asked me to wait, so I will honor his request. With nothing else pressing on my agenda, I decided to channel my energy into preparing lunch for everyone. Cooking for them is a small way to show my love and appreciation for the family Ansh has brought into my life.
I headed to the kitchen and, after two hours of hard work, finally completed preparing lunch. I made a healthy meal for Popsy, some rice and gravy for my monkeys and Ahaan Bhai, and a variety of salads and other healthy items for my fitness-freak husband. Once the meals were ready, I sent them off with the driver. Feeling satisfied, I returned to my room to change. As I removed my jewelry and picked out a cotton kurti and leggings, my phone suddenly rang. I answered it, only to be shocked by the news on the other end. It was Dadu's nurse calling to inform me that he had been admitted to the hospital after suffering a heart attack. Feeling a surge of panic, tears welled up in my eyes as I hastily grabbed my purse and began descending the stairs, my mind racing with worry. With each step, I attempted to reach Ansh, but his phone remained unreachable, adding to my distress.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my leg as my foot twisted awkwardly, causing me to wince in agony. Unable to bear the pain, I sank onto the stairs, my heart heavy with the urgency of seeing Dadu. It felt as though every obstacle was conspiring to keep me from leaving the house-first, Ansh's refusal in the morning, and now this sprained ankle. Yet, despite the setback, I couldn't allow anything to deter me from reaching Dadu's side. Thankfully, Sushma Kaki, one of our house helps, spotted me and rushed to my aid, concern etched across her face.
Sushma: "Beta aapka pair laal ho gaya hai, moch aa gayi hai, aao main doctor ko bulati hu."
(your foot is swollen and red, it seems you've sprained it. Let me call the doctor.)
Vaidehi: "Nahi kaki main abhi jaldi me hu please meri madat kar dijiye."
(No, aunty, I'm in a hurry, please help me out quickly.)
With Sushma Kaki's help, I managed to stand up and began to make my way towards the door, determined to reach the hospital as quickly as possible. Despite her attempts to stop me, I insisted that Dadu's health was my top priority, and I urged her to inform Ansh of the situation.
Limping slightly, I made my way to the car and began driving myself, as Shankar Bhaiya, our driver, was away delivering lunch. As I exited the Singhania mansion premises, I noticed several black cars following behind me. A sense of unease washed over me, but I pushed the feeling aside, focusing instead on reaching the hospital as swiftly as I could. My sprained ankle only added to the challenge, but I refused to let it deter me from being by Dadu's side.
As I continued driving, focused solely on reaching the hospital, a sudden jolt of terror shook me to the core. Without warning, another car careened in front of mine at full speed, leaving me no time to react. Desperately, I swerved the steering wheel, but it was too late. The sickening crunch of metal against wood reverberated through the air as my car collided with a nearby tree. The impact threw me forward, and my head struck the unforgiving surface of the steering wheel. Pain flared through my skull, and I could feel warm blood trickling down my face. A strange fog seemed to descend upon me, enveloping my senses in a hazy blur. It was the last thing I saw before darkness overtook me, my eyelids closing involuntarily as unconsciousness claimed me.
Vaidehi: "A....n..sh"
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