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Five Years Later...

His hands were red with blood...he sat on the floor with his hands bleeding and eyes red with rage...

How the hell did everything turn against him?

"You monster, Swara!" He yelled in anger.

The intensity in the room was palpable as Swara's emotions raged within her. She had Raghav in her grip, her fingers squeezing his neck with fury, driven by the pain and anger he had caused her family. 

Her eyes, red and filled with an unrelenting rage, bore into his.

Raghav, despite his weakened state, didn't flinch. 

He challenged her to end his life, taunting her with the idea that her actions would haunt her forever.

The intensity in the room was palpable as Swara's emotions raged within her. She had Raghav in her grip, her fingers squeezing his neck with fury, driven by the pain and anger he had caused her family. Her eyes, red and filled with an unrelenting rage, bore into his.

Raghav, despite his weakened state, didn't flinch. He challenged her to end his life, taunting her with the idea that her actions would haunt her forever.

"Kill me, Swara... because if I'm alive... you'll never live a peaceful life," Raghav sneered, his voice strained yet defiant.

Swara's grip tightened, her desperation and anger pushing her to the brink of making a choice that would change her forever. It seemed as though she was on the precipice of a decision that would have no turning back.

Then, a calming presence enveloped the room. A hand, shining with a gentle white light, reached out to touch Swara's shoulder. Her father, Subhash, appeared, his ethereal form offering guidance and solace.

"Child....this is not you," he whispered, his voice filled with wisdom and love.

Swara looked into her father's eyes, tears streaming down her face. She clung to him, seeking his counsel in this moment of moral turmoil.

"Dadda...what do I do?" Swara cried, her voice filled with uncertainty and pain.

Subhash gently wiped away her tears, his words imparting the wisdom of a father.

"I can't answer that...but all I can say is, choose the right path... you're a doctor and a good human being," he said, his voice a soothing balm to her anguish.

As Swara released her grip on Raghav, her father's words resonated in her heart. She realized the gravity of her actions and the path she was about to tread.

With a newfound clarity, she ordered the oxygen mask to be placed on Raghav, saving his life in the very moment she could have taken it.

Raghav, gasping for breath, stared at Swara with disbelief. He couldn't fathom why she had spared him.

"You'll regret letting me live," Raghav mocked, taunting her.