The sight that greeted Viyansh shattered his heart into millions of pieces. His mind went blank, and his face was devoid of any expression. He had believed that seeing his Jaan's face would bring him solace, calming his restless heart. But now, the reality before him was too devastating to bear. Vaidehi lay on the ground, her face extremely tired and pale. Each breath seemed to be a struggle. Her hand was pressed against her stomach, trying to stem the flow of blood that was oozing out. The vivid red of the blood starkly contrasted with her pallid skin, creating a scene that was both heartbreaking and horrifying. Viyansh's heart seemed to stop pumping, and his mind struggled to process the scene before him. The love of his life, his Jaan, was in a dire state, and the sight of her suffering left him feeling helpless and overwhelmed with anguish.
Sangeeta stood nearby, paralyzed with shock. Her hand covered her mouth as she stared down at Vaidehi, her eyes wide with horror and disbelief. The scene before her was almost too much to comprehend: her daughter, gravely injured and struggling for every breath, lay on the ground, blood seeping through her fingers as she clutched her stomach.
Ritesh: "Woahhh you treated her so badly and still she took a bullet for you, her stepmother. Waah kya pyaar hai sauteli maa beti me."
(What a love between a stepmother and stepdaughter.)
He laughed, and she looked at him with intense anger, her eyes burning with fury.
Ritesh: "Don't worry, Didi. I'll send you to her."
He pointed the gun at her, but Eklavya was quick, shooting Ritesh in the hand. The gun fell from Ritesh's grasp as he groaned in pain. Sangeeta bent down near Vaidehi and gently caressed her forehead, her touch filled with concern and tenderness.
Sangeeta: "Kyu kiya aisa Meri bachchi??"
(Why did you do this, my child?)
Viyansh snapped out of his trance at the sound of the gunshot and quickly rushed to Vaidehi. He gently lifted her head and placed it on his lap, his face etched with worry.
Viyansh: "Ja...Jaa..jaan"
Viyansh called out with a trembling voice, tears streaming down his face. The sight of her, so fragile and in pain, tore at his heart. He cradled her head gently in his lap, his desperation palpable. As Vikram, Vihaan, Viraj, Virat, and Abhinav arrived, they were greeted by the heart-wrenching scene. Each of them felt a sharp, agonizing pain in their hearts at the sight of Vaidehi lying there, injured and struggling to breathe. Vikram's eyes filled with tears as he approached his daughter. Vihaan clenched his fists, trying to hold back his own tears, while Viraj and Virat stood frozen, their faces pale with shock and fear.
Viyansh: "Jaan, aakhein kholon yaar, you can't do this to me Bachcha."
(open your eyes, please.)
Viyansh gently patted Vaidehi's cheeks, his voice trembling as he tried to keep her conscious. Tears streamed down everyone's faces, the weight of their collective grief heavy in the air. Virat, unable to hold back his emotions, fell to his knees beside Vaidehi. He reached out and held her hand, squeezing it gently.
Virat: "Bhabhi maa, aap aise kyu kar rahe ho humare sath. Aapko pata hai na hum, hum nahi reh sakte aapke bina."
(why are you doing this to us? You know we can't live without you.)
Eklavya's officers arrested Ritesh, but he continued to laugh mockingly at them.
Ritesh: "At least I avenged my daughter."
Viyansh's eyes burned with a fiery anger. Carefully, he placed Vaidehi's head on Virat's lap. As Virat gently supported Vaidehi, Viyansh stood up, his entire body trembling with rage. Without a word, Viyansh turned and advanced towards Ritesh. The moment he reached him, he unleashed his fury, his fists landing blow after blow on Ritesh's face. Each punch was fueled by the pain and desperation he felt for Vaidehi.
Viyansh: "Meri biwi ko kuch bhi hua toh jaan le lunga main teri."
(If anything happens to my wife, I'll kill you.)
Viyansh's relentless assault continued unabated, his fists raining down on Ritesh with unchecked fury. Despite the efforts of the officers and Eklavya to restrain him, Viyansh seemed unstoppable, driven by an overwhelming need for justice. Just as Viyansh was about to deliver another punishing blow, his hand frozen in mid-air by the sound of a voice. It cut through the chaos like a knife, commanding attention and stopping him in his tracks.
Vaidehi: "A..n..Ansh."
With a voice choked with emotion, she struggled to form words, her broken voice betraying her pain and exhaustion. Viyansh wasted no time in leaving Ritesh behind, rushing to Vaidehi's side with urgency and concern etched across his features. Gently, he enveloped her in his embrace, cradling her fragile form against his chest. As he gazed down at her, he saw her valiant attempt to open her eyes, though the effort proved to be too much as they fluttered closed once more. Undeterred, Viyansh tenderly placed his hand against her cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring. Despite the gravity of the situation, a faint smile graced Vaidehi's lips at the comforting presence of her beloved husband.
Viyansh: "Tumhe kuch nahi hoga jaana, you'll be alright."
(Nothing will happen)
Vaidehi: "A..nsh, Mu...mumma hugged me. Un...hone mu..jhe gale laga...Aya An..sh."
(She...hugged me)
Sangeeta, who had been standing there in shock, burst into tears when she witnessed the depth of her daughter's love for her. Overwhelmed with emotion, Sangeeta sank to her knees, and Abhinav rushed to her side, offering his support as she cried. For Sangeeta, the realization of her daughter's love was both a source of immense pain and a glimmer of hope in the darkness.
Vihaan: "Bhai, let's get to the hospital quickly."
Viyansh nodded in acknowledgment, his expression reflecting a mixture of emotions.
Vikram: "Viraj, start the car. We're coming."
With a nod and tear-filled eyes, Viraj wasted no time. He sprinted ahead, determined to get help as quickly as possible. Meanwhile, Viyansh gently lifted Vaidehi into his arms, cradling her fragile form as he rushed down to their waiting car. The others followed closely behind, their urgency palpable in the air. As they reached the car, Vihaan took the passenger seat while Viraj swiftly assumed the driver's position. Without wasting a moment, Viyansh settled into the backseat, carefully positioning Vaidehi in his arms to ensure her comfort and safety. The others joined them in their respective vehicles, their hearts heavy with worry but their resolve unwavering. Meanwhile, the officers took charge of Ritesh, leading him away to face the consequences of his actions.
Viyansh: "Drive fast Viraj."
Viraj accelerated the car even further, disregarding the speed limit in his urgency to reach their destination.
Vaidehi: "A..nsh.. dard h..ho raha hai."
(A..nsh.. it hurts so much.)
A single tear escaped from his eyes, betraying the depth of his anguish. Swiftly, he reached for Vaidehi's dupatta, rolling it into a makeshift pillow and placing it gently on her stomach to staunch the bleeding. Her once pristine dress was now stained crimson with blood, and as he observed the color seeping into the fabric of her dupatta, his worry only deepened. Each passing moment heightened his sense of urgency, fueling his determination to get her the help she desperately needed.
Viyansh: "We are going to hospital bachcha abhi thik ho jayega."
(You'll be fine.)
Vihaan received a call from Vikram, and after ending the call, he turned towards Viyansh, his expression serious.
Vihaan: "Bhai, Papa talked to the doctors and he said that dahi ko behosh hone mat dena. Hosh me rakhiye use bhai."
(They said don't let her lose consciousness. Keep her awake.)
Viyansh's gaze fell upon Vaidehi, her eyes struggling to stay open against the weight of exhaustion. Tenderly, he reached out and gently patted her cheeks, coaxing her to stay awake. Despite her efforts, the weariness etched on her face was unmistakable, a testament to the toll her ordeal had taken on her fragile form.
Viyansh: "Aakhein khuli rakho bachcha."
(Keep your eyes open)
Vaidehi: "A..nsh mujhe n...ind aa r..ahi hai."
(I'm so s..sleepy.)
Viyansh: "I know jaana, but please try to stay awake. Please jaan mere liye itna kardo."Â (Do this for me.)
Vihaan: "Dahi, bas thodi der ruk ja hum pohchne Wale hai hospital me, kuch nahi hoga."
(Just a little longer, we're almost at the hospital. You'll be fine.)
Vaidehi: "Bhai m...era sar bhi bahut d..dard ka..kar raha hai."
(my head hurts a lot too.)
Viraj, Vihaan, and Viyansh, all three of them, had tears in their eyes, their emotions running high as they grappled with the gravity of the situation.
Vihaan: "Abhi thik ho jayega bachcha"
(It will be okay soon)
He spoke softly, his voice thick with emotion, before turning his attention back to the road ahead. The sight of his sister in such a vulnerable state was too much for him to bear, and he couldn't bring himself to dwell on it any longer.
Vaidehi: "Hey bh...bhai on...only Ansh c...can call m...me ba...bachcha."
A melancholic smile tugged at his lips as he observed Vaidehi's condition, a mixture of sorrow and love evident in his expression. Despite the gravity of the situation, Viraj remained steadfast in his task, his entire focus dedicated to navigating the streets and reaching the hospital with all haste. Occasionally, he would pause to wipe away his own tears, a silent acknowledgment of the pain and anguish that weighed heavily on his heart.
Vaidehi: "Aaanhhh"
As Vaidehi winced in pain, Viyansh's heart shattered into pieces. Tears streamed down his cheeks uncontrollably as he gazed upon her, his love and anguish pouring out in silent torrents. With a trembling hand, he reached out to brush away her tears, his own mingling with hers as they fell upon her face. In that tender moment, Vaidehi struggled to open her eyes, her vision blurred by tears and exhaustion. She blinked slowly, willing her heavy eyelids to lift, desperate to see Viyansh's face once more.
Vaidehi: "A..nsh please a..aap ro...roiye mat."
(please don't cr...cry.)
Viyansh: "Shut up, stop being so selfless all the time."
Vaidehi: "a...aap dant r..rahe hai m..ujhe"
(A...are you scolding m..me?)
With each agonizing moment, Vaidehi's grip tightened on Viyansh's shirt, her fingers digging into the fabric as she fought to endure the pain. Despite her valiant efforts to conceal her suffering, Viyansh could see through her facade, the anguish etched in every line of her face. Their connection transcended mere physical presence; it was a bond of souls, allowing Viyansh to feel her pain as keenly as if it were his own. Refusing to let despair overwhelm them, Viyansh continued to speak soothingly to Vaidehi, his words a lifeline anchoring her to consciousness amidst the turmoil.
Viyansh: "Tum thik ho jao, tumhari is harkat ke liye achche se class lunga tumhari, idiot biwi."
(You get better and I'll give you a proper scolding for this, you idiot wife.)
Vaidehi: "What if I...."
Viyansh: "Don't you dare to utter anything nonsense Jaan. Tum thik ho jao tumhe batata hu main."
(You get better and then we'll talk.)
He scolded her sternly for even considering the idea of leaving him alone, emphasizing how unthinkable it was for him. Soon, the car came to a halt, bringing their journey to an end.
Viraj: "Bhai, we're at the hospital."
Viraj and Vihaan swiftly exited the car, ready to assist Viyansh in his urgent mission. With Vihaan opening the door for him, Viyansh wasted no time in scooping Vaidehi into his arms, cradling her gently as he descended from the vehicle. Together, they hurried towards the entrance, their footsteps echoing with urgency. Inside, Vikram had already coordinated arrangements, ensuring that everything was in place for Vaidehi's arrival. As they entered, wardboys promptly appeared with a stretcher, ready to assist. With tender care, Viyansh laid Vaidehi upon it, holding her hand tightly as they began the journey into the medical facility. Each step forward was fraught with tension, yet fueled by a shared determination to see Vaidehi through this crisis.
Vaidehi: "A..Ansh I lo..."
Viyansh: "Finish it when you come back to me."
Before the doctors whisked her away, Vaidehi managed to muster a faint smile for Viyansh, a silent reassurance of her enduring love and faith in him. As their hands reluctantly parted, a pang of separation tugged at Viyansh's heartstrings, a poignant reminder of the gravity of their situation. He watched helplessly as she disappeared from view, his soul tethered to hers even in her absence.
As the heavy doors of the operation theatre sealed shut, sealing Vaidehi away from his sight, Viyansh's facade of courage crumbled like a fragile facade. The weight of his helplessness bore down on him with crushing force, and tears streamed unbidden down his cheeks, staining his once fiery eyes with the marks of his grief. No longer able to contain his anguish, he surrendered to the overwhelming tide of emotion that threatened to consume him. In that moment of despair, Vihaan and Viraj, his steadfast pillars of support, knelt beside him, enfolding him in their embrace. Their hearts ached in unison with his, their own tears mingling with his as they shared in his pain. Though their relationships with Vaidehi differed, their love for her was unwavering, and they too felt the sting of her absence keenly. Vihaan and Viraj understood the depth of Viyansh's pain, for their own hearts were heavy with worry and grief. Each of them shared a unique bond with Vaidehi â to Vihaan, she was a cherished sister, while to Viraj, she was a beloved mother figure. Despite their different roles in her life, their love for her was equally profound. Together, they allowed themselves to grieve, finding solace in each other's arms amidst the turmoil that surrounded them. In their shared sorrow, they found strength, drawing comfort from the unbreakable bond that bound them together as brothers.
Soon, Vikram, Virat, Abhinav, Sangeeta, and Eklavya arrived at the scene. Vihaan stood up and approached Vikram, while Viraj assisted Viyansh, guiding him to a nearby bench to sit down.
Vikram: "How is she?"
Vihaan: "The doctors took her inside."
Virat's composure finally shattered under the weight of his emotions, and with a heart heavy with sorrow, he sought refuge in the sanctuary of the hospital temple. There, amidst flickering candlelight and the scent of incense, he poured out his prayers with fervent intensity, seeking solace and divine intervention in their time of need. Meanwhile, Vikram approached Viyansh, whose once steady hands now trembled with an uncontrollable tremor. The sight of his blood-stained hands and the crimson hue that tainted his pristine shirt served as a stark reminder of the gravity of their situation.
Vikram, understanding the silent turmoil raging within his son, offered a small act of solace. With a gentle touch, he wiped away the traces of blood from Viyansh's hands, silently acknowledging the emotional battle that raged within him. As the last traces of crimson faded from his hands, Vikram placed a reassuring hand on Viyansh's head, a silent reassurance of his unwavering support and love. In that moment of vulnerability, Viyansh sought solace in his father's embrace, his tears flowing freely as he released the pent-up anguish that had been building inside him.
Vikram: "Shhh beta, nothing will happen to her. You know she's very strong."
As Viyansh lifted his tear-stained gaze to meet his father's, Vikram couldn't help but be struck by the raw vulnerability etched into his son's features. It was a sight that pierced through Vikram's heart, revealing a depth of pain and anguish that echoed the darkest moments of their past. In that moment of shared understanding, Vikram recognized the profound contrast between the stoic facade Viyansh had once worn during their family's previous ordeal and the unguarded vulnerability he now displayed. Nine years ago, when Viyansh had faced betrayal at the hands of Shruti and her mother, he had hidden his pain behind a mask of strength and resilience, shielding his loved ones from the full extent of his suffering. But now, as he stood on the precipice of losing his beloved Vaidehi, Viyansh's defenses had crumbled, revealing the depth of his heartache in its rawest form. It was a stark reminder of the fragility of human emotion, and Vikram could only marvel at the strength it took for his son to bear such a heavy burden. As Vikram observed the shattered state of his son, he couldn't help but marvel at the stark contrast between the formidable CEO of Singhania & Co. and the broken man before him. Viyansh, who had always prided himself on his independence and self-reliance, now stood before his father in a state of profound vulnerability, his facade of strength shattered by the weight of his love for Vaidehi. In that moment of clarity, Vikram realized that Vaidehi wasn't just Viyansh's beloved wife; she was the very essence of his existence. The depth of Viyansh's love for her transcended mere affection; it was a bond so profound that it defined his very being. Vikram could see it reflected in his son's eyes, in the raw anguish that gripped his soul at the thought of losing her.
Viyansh: "Itni nanhi si toh hai meri jaan papa, uske sath hi aisa kyu??? Aur kitna dard sahegi vo??"
(She's so tiny, Papa, why does this have to happen to her? How much pain will she endure?)
Vikram: "Kuch nahi hoga use beta, hum paancho ko apne aage piche ghumati hai vo, phir ye toh choti si goli hai usse thodi na haar manegi meri ladoo."
(Nothing will happen to her, son. She's the one who keeps us all together. This is just a little bullet; she won't give up, my sweet girl.)
Viyansh: "Uska kitna khoon beh Gaya papa, vo meri ja...Jaan vo.."
(She's lost so much blood, Dad, my li... Life, she...)
Vikram couldn't bring himself to finish his sentence as Viyansh buried his face in his father's stomach, clinging tightly to his waist. Tears welled up in Vikram's eyes too, but seeing Viyansh in such a state, he knew he had to remain strong. Glancing to the side, he saw Virat, overwhelmed with emotion, crying uncontrollably as he knelt before the deity, his hands folded in prayer. Feeling a surge of anguish in his chest at the sight of his children's distress, Vikram signaled to Viraj to go and comfort Virat. Viraj, being 12 minutes older than Virat, had always teased him about it, but he was also the one who understood him the best. It was as if they shared a special connection, perhaps attributed to their twin telepathy.
Vikram: "Dekhna meri ladoo abhi kuch der me bahar aayegi aur bolegi Popsy aapse baat nahi karungi, aapne mere Ansh ko rone kaise Diya??"
(See, my dear, she'll be out in a little while and scold me for making you cry. She'll say, Popsy, I won't talk to you; how could you let my Ansh cry?)
He attempted to soothe Viyansh, but when he felt no response, he gently pulled back and noticed that Viyansh himself was on the brink of losing consciousness.
Vikram: "Viyanshhh"
Vikram called out his name a bit loudly, gaining everyone's attention. They all gathered around him, and Vikram gently patted Viyansh's cheeks to rouse him. Viyansh opened his tired eyes, and Viraj quickly fetched a water bottle. Vikram held it and helped Viyansh drink some water.
Vikram: "Are you okay?"
Viyansh nodded and sat there silently. His tears had dried up, but his heart was racing at double the normal speed. He didn't know when he would find the peace he was craving for at that moment.
Eklavya had been the epitome of patience and composure throughout the ordeal. From the moment he received the distressing news of Vaidehi's kidnapping, he had steeled himself to convey the tragic information to the Singhania family, especially Viyansh. Despite the weight of the responsibility resting heavily on his shoulders, he had maintained a facade of calmness and collectedness. However, the sight of Vaidehi lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood shattered the carefully constructed walls of his composure. In that moment, all semblance of control slipped away, and his heart clenched with an indescribable agony. Though he concealed his turmoil from those around him, inside, he felt as if he were reliving the worst nightmare of his life. The parallels between Vaidehi's condition and that of his beloved sister, Siya, who had lain on her deathbed, were painfully evident to Eklavya. He had embraced Vaidehi as more than just a friend's wife; she had become like a sister to him, a cherished part of his family. Seeing her in such a state stirred within him a deep well of sorrow and despair, as if the universe were cruelly repeating the same tragedy he had endured before. Vihaan, standing beside Eklavya, could sense and empathize with his distress. Aware of Siya's incident, he could understand what Eklavya might be going through. However, he himself wasn't in a state to console Eklavya. He was grappling with his own emotions. Since their college days, when he first met Vaidehi and she teased him, he had regarded her as his sister. Although he never explicitly mentioned it, he was aware of Vaidehi beforehand, knowing she was the one his mother had chosen for Viyansh. He had always shielded her from any misfortune, fostering a strong brother-sister bond between them. Despite holding back his tears, he hugged Eklavya tightly, offering silent support without uttering a single word.
Viraj and Virat stood together in a secluded corner, their bond as twins offering a silent refuge amidst the chaos. While Virat's emotions ran deep, often hidden beneath a facade of strength, Viraj understood his brother's heart like no other. They shared a connection that transcended mere siblinghood, an unspoken pact to always be there for each other through thick and thin. As they witnessed Viyansh's anguish and the harrowing sight of Vaidehi's condition, Virat's heart threatened to overflow with emotion. Yet, for the sake of his brother, he willed himself to remain composed, drawing upon the unwavering support of Viraj. With a quiet understanding born of years of shared experiences, they leaned on each other for strength, offering silent comfort in the embrace of their brotherly bond.
Abhinav sat on the floor beside Sangeeta, his heart heavy with grief but his focus entirely on comforting his distraught wife. Despite his own pain, he remained strong for her, knowing that she needed him now more than ever. Sangeeta's tears flowed freely, her anguish palpable as she blamed herself for Vaidehi's condition. Her guilt weighed heavily on her heart, compounded by the knowledge that her daughter had sacrificed herself to protect her. The memory of Vaidehi's words, spoken with a smile despite her pain, haunted her: "A..nsh, Mu...mumma hugged me. Un...hone mu..jhe gale laga...Aya An..sh."Â (She hugged me). These words reverberated in Sangeeta's mind, intensifying her anguish. Abhinav embraced Sangeeta, attempting to offer solace, but he too was consumed by grief. Flashes of memories flooded his mind: moments when his daughter would approach him with her infectious smile, recounting her day in vivid detail, and he would listen attentively to her every word. As these thoughts flooded his mind, Abhinav couldn't escape the guilt that consumed him. Recollections of his actions after Vaidehi's accident haunted himâthe times he had locked her away in a misguided attempt to shield her from his anger. He had never realized the toll this would take on her. The day he witnessed her panic attack at the mere thought of staying with him for a few days, he was overwhelmed with self-loathing, retreating to his room for an entire day. But no amount of remorse could undo the damage that had been done. Sangeeta was fortunate that, even in her unconscious state, Vaidehi had called out to her as "Mumma." Yet, for Abhinav, it had been 14 years since he had heard her call him "Popsy." Although she had once affectionately referred to him as such, her memory loss had erased that, and they had refrained from reminding her. Now, hearing her call his father-in-law "Popsy" only added to the ache in his heartâan unfamiliar pain born from the realization of his daughter's innocence, and the knowledge that her childhood had been marred by her own parents.
The atmosphere was heavy with worry and tension, palpable on the faces of everyone present. In such a moment, the challenge lay in finding solace amidst their shared concerns. Each individual grappled with their own fears and anxieties, unsure of how to offer comfort while grappling with their own worries. Viyansh sought solace by leaning against his father, the weight of his concerns evident in his posture.
With Harshvardhan's arrival, the tension only heightened. Abhinav initially hesitated to share the grim news with his father, mindful of Harshvardhan's delicate health. However, in the face of Harshvardhan's persistence, Abhinav found himself unable to conceal the truth any longer. Rushing forward, he enveloped his father in a tight embrace, the need for familial support outweighing his reservations.
Harshvardhan: "Meri Vaidehi kaha hai???"
(Where is my Vaidehi?)
Abhinav, still holding onto his father, gestured toward the operation theatre, his heart heavy with the weight of the situation. Sensing a shift in his father's demeanor, Abhinav slowly withdrew from the embrace, concern etched into his features. He observed Harshvardhan's shock, a rare sight that transported Abhinav back to a time of profound lossâthe passing of his mother, before Vaidehi's birth. Guiding his father to a nearby bench, Abhinav offered him some water, a small gesture of comfort amidst the overwhelming turmoil.
Harshvardhan: "Nahiii, kuch nahi hoga meri bachchi ko, bahaut strong hai vo."
(No, nothing will happen to my daughter. She's very strong.)
Amidst his own turmoil, Abhinav noticed his father's distress and began to speak words of reassurance, partly to console himself. He wished he hadn't divulged Vaidehi's condition to Harshvardhan, feeling guilty for adding to his father's burden. However, Abhinav recognized that Harshvardhan's persistence left him with little choice in the matter.
Abhinav: "Haa papa, kuch nahi hoga Meri beti ko, thik ho jayega vo."
(Yes, Dad, nothing will happen to my daughter. She'll be fine.)
Both of them drew strength from each other's presence, silently offering support and comfort in the face of adversity.
When Ashwit and Ashwini, Eklavya's parents, arrived at the hospital, they were alarmed by the chaos they found. Concerned for Eklavya's well-being, they had been calling him incessantly, especially Naina, who was six months pregnant and particularly sensitive to stress. Eklavya had confided in his father about the situation, urging him not to burden Naina with the news as it might exacerbate her anxiety. Knowing he couldn't reveal his vulnerable state to his wife, Eklavya found solace in the comforting embrace of his parents. Though their presence eased his tears, his worries for Vaidehi persisted. Ashwit and Ashwini understood the depth of Eklavya's bond with Vaidehi, knowing that she held a special place in his heart. They remained by his side, offering silent strength and unwavering support as he navigated through the storm of emotions raging within him.
As the hours ticked by, each moment seemed to stretch on indefinitely for Viyansh. Despite his efforts to remain optimistic, the weight of uncertainty bore down heavily on his heart. The hospital corridors echoed with the rhythmic cadence of his footsteps as he paced back and forth, his mind consumed by a tumultuous whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. As hours passed by, each moment seemed to only intensify Viyansh's anxiety. Despite his efforts to stave off negative thoughts, his mind couldn't help but entertain the possibility of worst-case scenarios. Yet, he steadfastly clung to hope and faith, finding solace in prayer. In moments of quiet desperation, Viyansh found solace in prayer, clutching the gold chain adorned with the symbol of "à¥" (Om) that Vaidehi had gifted him. With closed eyes and a fervent heart, Viyansh whispered silent prayers, his words a plea for the safety and well-being of his beloved wife. Each syllable reverberated with the intensity of his emotions, a testament to the depth of his devotion and the strength of his faith.
After some time, the doctor emerged from the operation theatre, and Viyansh wasted no time in rushing towards him.
Viyansh: "Doctor how's she?? vo thik hai na?? Use kuch nahi hua na??"
(how is she? Is she okay? Nothing happened to her, right?)
He bombarded the doctor with numerous questions, but the doctor remained silent.
Viyansh: "Answer me, doctor!"
This time, he shouted, demanding answers, and finally, the doctor spoke.
Doctor: "We have removed the bullet, but..."
(This one is for the previous chapter)
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