Doctor: "We have removed the bullet, but..."
The doctor's hesitant "but" lingered ominously, sending a ripple of unease through the family. Each member of the Singhania family exchanged anxious glances, their hearts sinking with a growing sense of dread.
Viyansh's grip on the gold chain tightened, his knuckles turning white. The uncertainty of the situation weighed heavily on him, making it hard to breathe. His father's comforting hand on his shoulder felt like the only anchor in the turbulent sea of emotions. The room fell silent, the anticipation and fear almost tangible, as they braced themselves for the doctorâs next words, hoping for the best but fearing the worst.
Viyansh: "But what, doctor?"
Doctor: "She experienced significant blood loss. We urgently need blood, and her blood type, AB -ve, is currently unavailable in the hospital."
Suddenly, Sangeeta stepped forward and said.
Sangeeta: "Take my blood. I'll donate to my daughter. My blood group is AB -ve"
"Noooo."
Two voices came from behind, causing everyone to turn and look. It was Viraj and Virat. Both of them stepped forward, moving towards Sangeeta. Their expressions were a mixture of worry and determination, reflecting the gravity of the situation.
Viraj: "Humne ab tak kuch nahi kaha, lekin ab aur nahi, aap humari bhabhi maa ko blood nahi dengi."
(We haven't said anything until now, but this is too much. You will not give blood to our Bhabhi Maa.)
Virat: "Humne suna tha aapne bhabhi maa ke bare me kya kaha tha, and we know how you treated her. There's no way we are letting you give her blood."
(We heard what you said about Bhabhi Maa)
Sangeeta and Abhinav felt a pang of guilt, but they knew Viraj and Virat were right. Their primary concern was Vaidehi's well-being. Abhinav, sensing the need to focus on the present, interrupted gently.
Abhinav: "Kids, this isn't the time for all this. Vaidehi needs blood urgently. Let her..."
Viraj: "No means no. Mrs. Oberoi will not give blood to our Bhabhi Maa."
Doctor: "We need blood immediately."
"Hum denge blood"
(We'll donate.)
Viraj and Virat spoke in unison, their voices steady and determined. Vikram felt a swell of pride for his sons. Despite being the youngest in the family, they displayed a remarkable maturity and strength that belied their years. Their ability to stand firm and support the family in such a crisis was a testament to their character and upbringing. Both brothers, usually seen as the more carefree and lighthearted members of the family, had stepped up in a way that showed their deep love and commitment to Vaidehi and the entire family. Their resolve provided a much-needed anchor in the storm of emotions swirling around them, and their presence offered a sense of unity and hope.
Doctor: "Please come with me."
Viyansh: "Doctor, how is she now?"
Doctor: "I can't say anything for certain right now, Mr. Singhania. Excuse me."
As the doctor led Viraj and Virat away, their footsteps echoed down the sterile hallway, the sound growing fainter with each passing second. Meanwhile, Viyansh collapsed onto the bench with a resounding thud, the noise stark and jarring in the otherwise silent room. Overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions, he buried his face in his palms, his elbows resting heavily on his thighs, supporting the weight of his despair. Despite the reassuring presence of Vihaan and Vikram on either side of him, their closeness offered no solace. Vihaan placed a hand on Viyansh's shoulder, his grip firm yet gentle, trying to convey a sense of support and understanding. Vikram, crouched beside him, murmured words of comfort, though they seemed to dissipate in the air, failing to penetrate the thick fog of Viyansh's distress.
Following some time, Viraj and Virat returned, having completed the process of donating blood. As they reentered the room, a sense of relief washed over Viyansh, and he hurriedly rose from the bench to embrace them both in a tight hug.
Viyansh: "Thank you so much."
Both Viraj and Virat withdrew from the embrace, their expressions stern as they directed their gaze towards their elder brother, Viyansh. It was a rare sight, as they had never before displayed such open disapproval towards him.
Viraj: "Kaisi baatein kar rahe hai aap bhai???"
(What are you talking about)
Virat: "Hum sirf kehne ke liye bhabhi maa ko maa nahi bolte hai, hum mante hai unhe apni maa."
(We don't call sister in law 'Mother' just for the sake of it. We truly see her as our mother.)
Viraj: "We barely remember our own Mumma, but bhabhi maa gave us the love of a mother."
Virat: "Unke liye Jaan bhi de sakte hai, so dare you said Thank you again bhai."
(We would even give our lives for her, so don't you dare thank us again, Bhai.)
Tears glistened in the eyes of everyone present as they witnessed the depth of love and compassion shared among the younger members of the family towards their sister-in-law. Overwhelmed by emotion, Viyansh once again enveloped his family in a heartfelt embrace, his arms serving as a comforting sanctuary amidst the turmoil of their collective grief. Gradually, the initial flurry of emotion subsided, and the family members found themselves settling onto the nearby bench, a silent yet powerful testament to their unity and resilience in the face of adversity. Side by side, they sat, each lost in their own thoughts, yet bound together by a shared sense of hope and determination.
After an agonizing hour of waiting, the tension in the air reached its peak as the door of the operation theatre swung open once more. The familiar figure of the doctor emerged, and this time, a collective sigh of relief swept through the gathered family members as they observed the red light above the theatre extinguish, signaling the conclusion of the medical procedure. Without delay, Viyansh sprang into action, his sense of urgency propelling him forward towards the doctor, his steps quickened by a potent mix of hope and apprehension. The rest of the family followed closely behind, their hearts pounding with anticipation as they awaited news of their loved one's fate.
Viyansh: "Doctor how's she?? Kaisi hai meri biwi???"
(How's my wife?)
Anticipation crackled in the air as the family members awaited the doctor's response, their expressions a mixture of hope and apprehension. Eyes fixed intently on the physician, they hung on to every word, their collective curiosity palpable. In that charged moment, the doctor's gaze softened as it met Viyansh's, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. With a gentle yet reassuring tone, he delivered his verdict, his words carrying the weight of both relief and optimism.
Doctor: "Don't worry. She's out of danger now."
As the doctor's words sank in, a radiant glow of happiness washed over the faces of the gathered family members, their expressions transforming from tense anticipation to unbridled joy. Smiles spread like wildfire, illuminating the room with a warmth that transcended the shadows of worry and fear. Yet amidst the jubilation, Viyansh stood apart, his eyes glistening with tears of happiness. Emotions overwhelmed him, a tidal wave of relief and gratitude crashing over him in a torrent of unfiltered emotion. In that moment of profound gratitude, his tears became a testament to the depth of his love and concern for his wife, as well as his overwhelming sense of relief at her newfound safety and well-being.
Doctor: "We'll shift her to a normal ward soon, and you'll be able to see her. She'll regain consciousness after a while, so don't stress about that."
Viyansh: "Thank you. Thank you so much, doctor."
Overflowing with gratitude, Viyansh was unable to contain his emotions any longer. With a heart full of thanks, he wrapped the doctor in a tight embrace, his gesture a wordless expression of appreciation for the life-changing care and expertise the physician had provided. The doctor, taken aback by the sudden display of gratitude, couldn't help but chuckle at Viyansh's heartfelt gesture. Returning the embrace, he patted Viyansh on the back in a reassuring manner.
Doctor: "It's my duty, young man. Your wife is going to be fine, but I need to discuss some precautions. Please accompany me to my cabin."
Viyansh nodded silently and followed the doctor, his heart pounding with anxiety yet hopeful for any news about Vaidehi's condition. Upon seeing Viyansh leave with the doctor, Virat immediately enveloped Viraj in a tight hug, seeking comfort and reassurance in their sibling bond. The embrace conveyed their shared concern for Vaidehi and their determination to stay strong for her. Meanwhile, Vihaan embraced Vikram, expressing gratitude for his father's unwavering support and guidance during this challenging time.
Virat: "Sweetiepie bilkul thik hai Viraj."
(Sweetiepie is perfectly fine, Viraj.)
Viraj: "Haa Virat, We'll take even better care of her now."
Vihaan: "Papa, Dahi bilkul thik ho gayi. Ab phirse vo mujhe pareshan karegi."
(Dahi is perfectly fine now. She'll start troubling me again.)
Vikram chuckled at his words and patted him on the back in a gesture of camaraderie.
Viraj, Virat, and Vihaan looked at each other and shouted together.
"humari Princess bilkul thik hai"
(Our princess is completely fine.)
As they shared a lighthearted moment, their laughter echoed softly in the hospital hallway until a nurse approached and gently reminded them to keep the noise down. Taking heed of her warning, they quieted down, though their smiles lingered. Vikram noticed Eklavya standing alone in a corner and made his way over to him. Eklavya quickly brushed away his tears upon seeing Vikram approaching, attempting to compose himself in front of the elder statesman of the family.
Vikram: "I know Siya ki situation yaad aa gayi thi na??"
(It reminded you of Siya, didn't it?)
Eklavya gave a faint smile, his expression reflecting a mix of relief and exhaustion.
Vikram: "Don't worry. Your little bunny will soon hop around her tall giraffe again."
Eklavya chuckled warmly and pulled Vikram into a hug, a gesture of gratitude and camaraderie between the two.
Eklavya: "And she'll scold you for your carelessness."
Vikram chuckled in response, sharing a moment of lightheartedness amidst the tension and worry.
Vikram: "Jaan kha jayegi meri vo."
(Sheâll eat my head for sure.)
Even Abhinav and Sangeeta couldn't help but feel a sense of relief upon hearing that Vaidehi was out of danger. Smiles formed on their faces, though underneath their joy, there lingered a tension about how they would face Vaidehi after all that had transpired. Harshvardhan, on the other hand, simply longed to embrace his granddaughter, his heart brimming with love and concern for her well-being.
Inside doctor's cabin,
The doctor settled into his chair, his expression reassuring as Viyansh took the seat opposite him, eager to hear the details of Vaidehi's condition and the plan moving forward.
Viyansh: "Yes, doctor, is there anything to worry about?"
Doctor: "Oh no, Viyansh, there's nothing to worry about."
Viyansh: "Then?"
Doctor: "Besides the bullet wound in her stomach, she also had a head injury."
Viyansh: "Yes, she was in an accident yesterday. The rest of the details, Papa must have told you."
Doctor: "Yes, I know. She wouldn't have lost so much blood if that wound had been treated earlier, but there's no need to worry now."
Viyansh: "She also has a sprain in her foot. Is there anything serious?"
Doctor: Yes, the sprain. Her foot was twisted badly, and there are marks indicating she was tied with a rope. Not only her legs but her hands as well.
Clenching his fists tightly, Viyansh felt a surge of anger coursing through him, directed at every individual responsible for Vaidehi's suffering.
Doctor: "The stitches on her stomach will take some time to heal, but the head injury is minor and should heal in two days. As for her foot, she shouldn't walk or put any stress on it for 5-6 days. She'll recover significantly by then. So no walking for at least 5-6 days. Or else we have to plaster her leg"
Viyansh: "Okay, doctor. Anything else?"
Doctor: "It seems she hasn't eaten anything for over 24 hours. She should have only light food and mostly liquids for now. That's it."
Viyansh: "Actually, doctor, she has a history of panic attacks, and she suffered memory loss when she was ten. Will this affect her health?"
Doctor: "Vikram informed me about this. I don't think it will affect her, but try to prevent any more panic attacks."
Viyansh: "Thank you, doctor."
Doctor: "Now go and meet your wife. It'll help get your heartbeat and blood pressure back to normal."
With a smile from the doctor, Viyansh left the room, his heart lighter with hope.
As they waited anxiously outside Vaidehi's ward, she had been transferred to a regular ward. Peering through the small window, they could see her lying unconscious, connected to various machines and with an oxygen mask covering her face. Each of their hearts ached at the sight of her pale form.
Viyansh arrived, and they immediately bombarded him with questions about what the doctor had said. With a heavy heart, he informed them of everything he had learned.
Viraj: "No worries bhai, cupcake ko hum farsh pe Pau tak rakhne nahi denge."
(We won't let Cupcake touch the floor.)
Viyansh offered a gentle smile to his younger brother and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
Viyansh: "Also, can I meet her now, Papa?"
Vikram: "Why are you even asking, Viyansh? Of course, she'll need you once she regains consciousness. Go now."
Viyansh nodded silently as he entered the ward, his footsteps light with a mixture of relief and concern. Taking a seat beside her, he found a measure of solace in the knowledge that she was safe, yet the sight of her lying unconscious on the hospital bed weighed heavily on his heart. With gentle care, he reached out and clasped her hand, mindful of the drip delivering the vital medications that sustained her. Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss to her hand, a gesture of affection and reassurance in the face of uncertainty. Time seemed to lose its meaning as he remained by her side, his gaze never straying from her peaceful yet fragile form. Though weariness etched lines of fatigue upon his face, the thought of rest eluded him, his focus wholly consumed by her well-being. Despite the passage of more than a day without sustenance, hunger failed to register within him, his concern for her eclipsing all other sensations. In this quiet sanctuary of the hospital room, surrounded by the hum of medical equipment and the soft rhythm of her breathing, Viyansh remained steadfast in his vigil, his love a steadfast beacon in the darkness of uncertainty.
Vihaan's insistence that everyone go home and take care of themselves fell on deaf ears as each person remained steadfast in their commitment to staying by Vaidehi's side. However, it was only when the doctor explained that Vaidehi's recovery would take some time that they reluctantly acquiesced, leaving the hospital with heavy hearts, their thoughts never straying far from their loved one. In the quiet of the hospital room, Viyansh remained, a solitary figure amidst the beeping monitors and hushed whispers of medical staff. His determination to stay by Vaidehi's side unwavering, he braced himself for the long hours ahead. As they returned later, Vikram approached Viyansh, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He gently reminded him to change out of his blood-stained clothes, understanding that Viyansh wouldn't want to leave Vaidehi's side. To accommodate his son's reluctance to leave the hospital, Vikram had brought fresh clothes for Viyansh to change into right there at the hospital.
Vikram: "Go change your clothes. She won't appreciate seeing you in this attire."
Viyansh: "Papa aap please yahi jaan ke pass baithna main bas 2 min me aaya."
(Dad, please stay here with Jaan. I'll be back in just 2 minutes.)
Vikram: 'Don't worry."
In the exclusive VIP ward reserved for Vaidehi, Viyansh excused himself to use the attached washroom. He efficiently showered, opting for comfort in a sweat pant before proceeding to dress in his shirt. However, his routine was abruptly interrupted by the sound of Vaidehi's distressed cries echoing through the room.
Alarmed, Viyansh rushed out of the washroom to find Vaidehi, now conscious but overcome with tears, while Vikram attempted to soothe her tumultuous emotions.
Vaidehi: "Mumma.... Mum...mummaa, mumma ko bulao."
(call Mumma.)
Vaidehi sat on the edge of the bed, her distress palpable in the way her shoulders shook with each sob. Viyansh sprinted to her side, gently gripping her shoulders with careful consideration for her injuries, ensuring not to exacerbate her pain.
Viyansh: "Shhh bachcha shant ho jao."
(Baby calm down.)
Vaidehi: "Mumma ch... chahiye, mu..mumma ko bulao."
(I want Mumma, call Mumma.)
Amidst her tearful sobs, Vaidehi managed to express herself, her words laden with distress. Viyansh and Vikram exchanged concerned glances, their worry deepening as they observed her condition. Sensing the urgency, Vihaan, Viraj, and Virat, who were waiting outside the room, rushed inside upon hearing her voice. Witnessing Vaidehi's distressed state, Virat swiftly dashed out to summon the doctor, understanding the gravity of the situation.
As the rest of them stood rooted to their spots, their gazes fixed on Vaidehi's vulnerable state, she continued to cry uncontrollably, each sob a testament to her agony. The pain etched across her face was unmistakable, a stark reminder of the suffering she endured. In that moment, the room seemed to hang heavy with helplessness, each person grappling with their own emotions as they witnessed her anguish.
Vaidehi: "Ahhhh...aannhh, Mum...mumma"
Viyansh: "Stop crying Jaan. It'll hurt you."
Even Viyansh, despite his efforts to remain composed, couldn't suppress the tears that welled up in his eyes as he beheld Vaidehi's distress. The arrival of the doctor brought a glimmer of hope, and with him came Abhinav and Sangeeta, returning from a brief absence. Vaidehi's gaze fell upon Sangeeta, and her tears intensified, a floodgate of emotions unleashed at the sight of her. The depth of her anguish seemed to deepen as she sought solace in Sangeeta's presence, her cries echoing the depths of her pain and longing.
Vaidehi: "Mummaaaa."
Sangeeta's heart broke at the sight of her daughter's anguish, and without hesitation, she rushed to Vaidehi's side. With open arms, she enveloped her in a tight embrace, holding her close as if to shield her from the pain and sorrow that threatened to engulf her.
Sangeeta: "Kya hua meri bachchi??"
(What's wrong, my child?)
As tears filled the eyes of both Abhinav and Sangeeta, their hearts heavy with the weight of seeing their daughter in such anguish, they couldn't help but be consumed by their own sense of remorse and sorrow.
Meanwhile, Viraj and Virat's expressions darkened with anger and resentment as they observed Abhinav and Sangeeta. The wounds inflicted upon their beloved bhabhi maa were still fresh, and the betrayal they felt was a raw, pulsating emotion. Forgiveness seemed like an impossible feat in that moment, as the pain of their family's fractured bonds echoed in the tense atmosphere of the room.
In the midst of her turmoil, Vaidehi sought refuge in her mother's embrace, clinging to her tightly as if seeking solace from the storm raging within her. As Sangeeta held her daughter close, offering silent comfort and reassurance, the doctor focused on the task at hand. With Vikram having provided the necessary reports detailing Vaidehi's medical history, the doctor meticulously reviewed them, recognizing the significance of her past in understanding her current state of distress. With a sense of urgency, the doctor prepared an injection, understanding that Vaidehi's breakdown needed immediate intervention to prevent further escalation. It became evident that Vaidehi's mind had been triggered by memories of her past, plunging her into a state of panic. As the doctor approached to administer the injection, there was a collective sense of hope that this intervention would offer her the relief and stability she desperately needed.
Vaidehi: "Mum..ma, I didn't kill...killed ahaan bhaiyu, it..it was ma...mamu."
Sangeeta: "I know, beta. Please stop crying. It's not good for you."
Sangeeta gently pulled back, her hands cradling Vaidehi's face with tender care, while Vaidehi reciprocated by holding her mother's hand firmly. With her other hand, Vaidehi reached out and clasped Abhinav's hand, seeking comfort and reassurance from both her parents in that moment of vulnerability.
Vaidehi: "Ple...ase, believe me po..Popsy, I didn't kill...killed bhaiyu."
As Vaidehi's sobs intensified, filling the room with a palpable sense of distress, everyone present shared in her anguish, their concern deepening with each passing moment. Viyansh, in particular, was overcome with shock as he witnessed his wife in such a vulnerable state. While he had previously witnessed her struggle with panic attacks, the severity of her current episode surpassed anything he had seen before. The sight of her suffering pierced his heart, leaving him feeling helpless and desperate to provide her with comfort and support.
Abhinav: "We believe you, beta. Now stop crying."
As Abhinav tenderly caressed her head, Vaidehi gazed up at him with eyes that held a childlike vulnerability, seeking solace and reassurance in his comforting presence. Her expression mirrored that of a trusting toddler, drawing upon the familiar comfort and security of her Parents's affection.
Vaidehi: "Pl.. please don't lo...lock me... Don't pu...punish me please po..popsy."
Feeling the weight of their past actions, both Sangeeta and Abhinav couldn't help but confront the consequences of their decisions. Seeing Vaidehi in such a vulnerable state, they were filled with regret and remorse, realizing the extent of the damage their past behaviors had inflicted on their daughter. Their hearts ached with the awareness of the pain she had endured, and they were overwhelmed with guilt for their roles in contributing to her suffering. In that moment, they wished they could turn back time and undo the mistakes that had led to this heartbreaking situation.
Vaidehi: "Mum..ma, Mamu said yo...you are n..not my re...al mum..ma, this is n...not tr...true right mumma?? Aap hi me..meri mum..ma ho na???"
(You are my real Mumma, right?)
Sangeeta was taken aback by Vaidehi's revelation. She was stunned because she had never disclosed this truth to Vaidehi. Despite the traumatic incident that had occurred years ago, Sangeeta had chosen to keep the truth about Vaidehi's biological mother hidden, shielding her from the painful reality. Now, faced with Vaidehi's unexpected knowledge, Sangeeta grappled with the realization that her daughter had somehow uncovered the secret she had worked so hard to conceal. The weight of this discovery added to the complexity of their relationship, leaving Sangeeta at a loss for words.
Vaidehi's heart sank as she received no response from Sangeeta. The lack of acknowledgment shattered her, causing her grip on Sangeeta and Abhinav's hands to weaken. Black dots began to cloud her vision once more, signaling the onset of another wave of distress. Sensing her worsening condition, the doctor administered the injection to help alleviate her trauma-induced attack. Viyansh gently supported her and carefully guided her back onto the bed, his heart heavy with concern for his beloved wife.
Viyansh turned to the doctor, who requested everyone to leave the room and allow Vaidehi to rest. Reluctantly, they all exited, leaving Viyansh alone with her. He gazed at her tenderly for a few moments, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead before quietly departing, not wanting to disturb her fragile state. After some time, the doctor received a nod from the nurses who had been attending to Vaidehi inside the room.
Viyansh: "Doctor, what was that?"
Doctor: "I was afraid her stitches might open, but thankfully, they didn't."
Vihaan: "Doctor, why did she react like that?"
Doctor: "As you mentioned, Mr. Singhania, about her memory loss, I believe something either triggered her memory by reminding her of things or she regained her memory, leading to a panic attack."
Abhinav: "But doctor, it's been 14 years since that incident. How is that possible?"
Doctor: "I understand. Someone must have triggered her memory."
Sangeeta: "It's Ritesh."
As the attention turned to Sangeeta, she stood in a corner, her head bowed low, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her heart weighed heavy with guilt and remorse, knowing that her past actions had contributed to Vaidehi's current suffering.
Sangeeta: "Ritesh told her everything before I arrived."
Viraj: "But Bhabhi Maa's condition is because of you both. How could you treat her like that?"
Virat: "She's still afraid you'll punish her. What kind of parents are you?"
Vihaan: "Correction, Virat. Stepmom. And you, Mr. Oberoi, as her biological father, treated her worse than a stepfather."
Vikram: "Enough, all three of you."
Virat: "But, Papa..."
Vikram: "I said enough, Virat."
Vihaan, Virat, and Viraj remained silent at that moment. While their observations were accurate, Vikram didn't want them to express any disrespect towards Vaidehi's parents. He believed it should be Vaidehi's choice whether she wanted to reconcile with her parents or not. As Vikram glanced at Abhinav and Sangeeta, he could see nothing but guilt reflected in their eyes.
Viyansh: "Doctor, this panic attack?"
Doctor: "Don't worry, we've administered the medication on time. Just wait for her to regain consciousness, and she'll be fine. But make sure she remains happy. Stress or crying can put pressure on her stomach, and the stitches are fresh, so we can't afford that."
Viyansh: "What if she reacts the same way after regaining consciousness?"
Doctor: "Don't worry. Since Mrs. Oberoi mentioned she knows everything about her past, I don't think it will affect her the same way. But mentally and emotionally, she might be weak. She just needs love, and she'll be alright."
Viyansh: "Thank you, doctor."
As Viyansh grappled with a tumultuous array of emotions, a complex tapestry of happiness, sadness, and anger wove its way through his heart. Relief washed over him like a soothing wave as he witnessed his wife's physical well-being, grateful that she had emerged from the depths of her distress. Yet, beneath the surface, a profound sadness gnawed at him, knowing that the newfound knowledge she carried would undoubtedly inflict its own wounds, challenging her mental and emotional resilience in ways he couldn't fully comprehend. Anger simmered just beneath the surface, a fiery ember ignited by the betrayal inflicted upon his beloved wife by her own parents. Yet, he recognized the delicate balance of agency and autonomy, understanding that it was Vaidehi's prerogative to confront her parents in her own time and manner. In that moment of restraint, Viyansh chose to channel his emotions into silent vigilance, his presence a steadfast beacon of support and solidarity by Vaidehi's side. Quietly, he retreated back to Vaidehi's side, settling beside her as he had before. Holding her hand gently, he couldn't shake the ache in his heart at the sight of her lying so still, surrounded by the beeping machines that monitored her condition. Each beep seemed to echo the intensity of his worry and the complexity of his emotions.
The concern for Viyansh within the Singhania family was palpable, their worry extending beyond just Vaidehi's well-being to encompass his own state of mind. They were keenly aware of his previous struggles with his temper, a trait that had softened considerably since Vaidehi had entered his life. Her presence seemed to have a calming effect on him, serving as a beacon of light that guided him away from the shadows of his past. However, with Vaidehi now in critical condition, their worries deepened, especially for Viyansh. Despite the family's insistence that he take breaks to rest and refresh himself, he remained steadfastly by Vaidehi's side, refusing to leave her even for a moment. This unwavering dedication surprised and concerned them all. They marveled at his resilience, watching as he remained awake and vigilant for over 30 hours, his endurance a testament to his love and concern for his wife.
The anger among the rest of the Singhania men towards Mr. and Mrs. Oberoi was palpable, fueled by the events that had transpired. However, thanks to Vikram's wisdom and leadership, Vihaan, Viraj, and Virat refrained from expressing their anger openly.
Vikram recognized the magnitude of the Oberois' loss, but he also understood that blaming a mere 10-year-old child was unjust. Despite his own frustration, he couldn't condone the idea of holding such a young child responsible for the situation. Furthermore, he felt conflicted about Vaidehi's actionsâwhile he admired her courage and selflessness in taking the bullet to protect her mother, he couldn't help but feel a pang of worry and concern for her wellbeing.
Vikram, Vihaan, Viraj, Virat, and Viyansh, the five pillars of the Singhania family, were undoubtedly dismayed by Vaidehi's sacrificial act. While they empathized with her love for her parents, they couldn't help but feel a tinge of selfishness creeping in. They questioned whether their own feelings and needs were being considered in the midst of Vaidehi's selfless actions.
For Vikram, the feeling of selfishness stemmed from a deep-seated desire that he and Vidya had harbored for yearsâa longing to have a daughter of their own. Despite being blessed with four wonderful sons, they couldn't shake off the yearning for a little girl to complete their family. Their sons were undoubtedly treasures to them, and they had never expressed any discontent about their all-male brood. However, the desire for a daughter lingered quietly in their hearts. Even during Vaidehi's childhood, Vidya had formed a special bond with her, seeing in her the daughter she had always wished for. She felt a sense of responsibility to care for her, knowing that her best friend would have wanted her to look after her daughter in her absence. When Sangeeta entered Vaidehi's life, Vidya found solace, believing that her daughter was in good hands. Little did she know that her attachment to Vaidehi had already solidified, and she had come to see her as her own daughter, a sentiment that Vikram shared. So, when Vikram witnessed Vaidehi lying in a pool of blood, his heart shattered into a million pieces. The realization that his daughter was in danger overwhelmed him with a sense of helplessness and anguish. The depth of his emotions was a testament to the love and affection he held for Vaidehi, his daughter in all but blood.
For Vihaan, the desire for a sister had always been a longing in his heart. He yearned for someone with whom he could share his secrets, spoil with affection, and form an unbreakable bond. Vaidehi came into his life as the embodiment of that wish, and she quickly carved out a special place in his heart. Losing her now was unthinkable for him, as she had become an integral part of the Singhania family, filling a void he didn't even realize existed.
As for Viraj and Virat, their childhood had been marked by the absence of their mother, leaving them craving maternal love and affection. When Vaidehi entered their lives, she brought with her a warmth and tenderness that filled the void left by their mother's absence. They cherished her like a precious jewel, secretly vowing to protect and care for her no matter what.
As for Viyansh, Vaidehi was his everything. From the moment she entered his life, she had become his reason for living, his source of happiness and fulfillment., his life revolved around Vaidehi. From their earliest days together, he had been both exasperated by her clumsiness and deeply devoted to her well-being. He was her protector, her confidant, and her source of unwavering support. But her actions today had left him stunned and deeply troubled. The thought of scolding her, of confronting her about her reckless behavior, weighed heavily on his heart, knowing that it would be a difficult conversation for both of them. But he couldn't ignore the gravity of what she had done, and he knew that alongside him, Vikram, Vihaan, Viraj, and Virat would all have their own words to say to her.
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