Swara's eyes fluttered open, disoriented.
Her gaze quickly locked onto Kunal's worried eyes, and panic surged through her veins.
Her thoughts raced to her daughter, Vanshi, who was in the middle of a crucial surgery.
She struggled to sit up, her breath coming in rapid bursts.
Kunal, sensing her distress, moved closer, his hand gently settling on her trembling neck.
He pulled her close, their foreheads touching, noses brushing ever so slightly.
"She's fine," he whispered, his voice filled with reassurance.
"Just one last stage is remaining. She'll be fine. She's a warrior just like you. She cooperated so well during the surgery."
Swara laughed through her tears, a mixture of relief and fear washing over her.
"I'm right here," he assured her once more. In her vulnerability, Swara pulled Kunal even closer, burying her head in his chest.
She sobbed uncontrollably, her tears flowing freely, like a child seeking comfort.
Kunal was taken aback; he had never seen Swara so vulnerable before.
It was as if all her strength and defenses had crumbled, leaving behind a raw, emotional core.
He tightened his grip around her, his longing to comfort her intensifying.
As he looked into her eyes, an invisible force seemed to draw them together, their lips mere centimeters apart.
Their hearts beat in unison, a mix of love and betrayal.
But above all, there was an overpowering sense of longing, a desire for happiness and peace, and a burning need to protect their children.
Their lips grazed against each other, aching for connection.
A sense of urgency and longing filled the space between them.
Swara cupped Kunal's cheeks, her touch conveying her acceptance and desire.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, a surge of emotions and longing fueling the intensity.
It seemed as if, this kiss was a boost to both their courage.
Kunal's hand moved from her neck, sliding sensuously around her waist.
He pulled her on top of him without breaking the kiss, a silent acknowledgment of their shared desire.
In that moment, they forgot the pain of the past and the world around them.
It was their moment, a getaway from the chaos of their lives.
Swara's hands slipped under Kunal's t-shirt, her nails grazing his back, sending shivers through him.
His free hand explored her waist, and he felt her shiver under his touch.
This was their moment of rediscovery, a reminder of what they had once shared and what they still felt for each other.
Just as their passion threatened to consume them entirely, a voice from outside the office shattered the intimacy.
"Dr. Kunal! We need you immediately... right now."
Reluctantly, they broke apart, their breathing heavy and their longing unfulfilled.
Kunal's eyes were filled with determination as he looked at Swara.
"I'm going to save our daughter, no matter what," he declared, his voice unwavering.
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