The Fate

Successful Surgery and Her

In India

Vansh emerged from the operating room, feeling like he'd just conquered the world. The surgery had been a true battle, with complications that made success seem like a mere one percent possibility. Yet, fueled by unwavering dedication and a touch of divine intervention, the impossible became possible. As Vansh left the operating room behind, he encountered the patient's family, including the patient's mother and his fiancée. Their gratitude overflowed, their eyes filled with tears of relief .

"Thank you, Doctor! Thank you! You have no idea how much you've saved - not just one life but two, because if anything had happened to him, we couldn't imagine living without him. We were on the verge of getting married, and when we learned of his illness, I was filled with worry. I love him so deeply, and I couldn't comprehend my life without him. You've rescued my love. Thank you so much, Doctor," the patient's fiancée expressed, her voice trembling with emotion.

Vansh replied, "There's no need for thanks. It was my duty to save my patient, but it was your love and prayers that brought him back to life. There were moments when even I doubted, but your love proved its power. Love makes us strong, motivating us to fight death and return to life." With that, he headed to his office to change out of his surgical attire.

As he was busy into another medical case, Vansh's phone rang, and he answered with a smile, asking, "How is she?"

The voice on the other end replied, "Not great. I'm doing my best, but I still feel helpless seeing her condition."

Listening, Vansh's heart grew restless, uncertain of what to do. "Can't you visit her?" the caller suggested.

"I wish I could, but you know she won't let me see her. If it were in my control, I'd have been there before you finished that sentence. Just keep her safe. If something happens to her, I don't know what I'll do to myself , you and others. You understand, right? Keep me updated about her, okay?" Vansh said before ending the call.

His heart continued to race at the mere mention of her name. She was family to him, and her unhappiness deeply affected him. He ran his hand through his hair and, feeling overwhelmed, grabbed his car keys and informed the reception nurse that he was leaving early.

Once at home, he retreated to his room, not wanting to worry his family. After a relaxing half an hour shower, he emerged wearing a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

He picked up his guitar started strumming and singing to quiet his restless mind.
An hour of playing and singing make him calm a lil, but exhaustion finally overcame him. He carefully placed the guitar in its spot and took a short nap.

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Author's Perspective:

Who was the person Vansh spoke to? Who was this mysterious 'she' he referred to with such emotion? Why did Vansh seem so affected by her presence? These questions tugged at the narrative, leaving readers curious about the unfolding story.
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