The Wrong Bride: Marrying My Twin Sister's Fiance

Chapter 5

Alisha

We hurriedly made our way to the airport, our minds filled with concern for Adil's mother. I could see the worry in his eyes, and I knew he was trying to keep himself composed for both our sakes.

The private jet was waiting for us on the tarmac, fueled and ready for takeoff. Adil's efficiency and resources truly made everything seem effortless. As we boarded the jet, I thought of Vaidehi with awe, she had raised such a remarkable man. I hoped and prayed that she would recover soon.

During the flight, Adil was lost in thought, his phone constantly buzzing with updates from the hospital. I sat beside him, holding his hand and offering whatever support I could. Deep down, I still carried the burden of my true identity, but at that moment, all that mattered was being there for Adil and his family.

Adil didn't take a single bite of food or a sip of water. I pleaded with him to eat something.

"No, my love, I can't. My mother is fighting for her life, and my stomach is in knots. I won't be able to keep anything down. Could you please pray for her, Lisha? Could you please pray for her swift recovery?" he said, taking my hands in his.

I nodded and began reciting the Mahamrityunjaya Mantra, a powerful verse from the Rig Veda. This mantra was considered to be the most potent Shiva Mantra, bestowing longevity, warding off calamities, preventing untimely death, removing fears, and promoting holistic healing. It seemed to calm Adil. I was grateful for the knowledge of these shlokas and their significance from my school days.

We both fell asleep, leaning on each other. Adil had refused to move to the bedroom on the flight and was adamant about staying seated. Ultimately, my chanting of the shlokas and his exhaustion had lulled him to sleep. The air hostess helped me recline his seat and mine, converting it into a bed so that he could at least be well-rested before his mother's surgery.

But he did not sleep for long, just a few hours of shut-eye, and we woke up to the constant buzzing of his phone with updates from the hospital. I sat beside him, holding his hand and offering whatever support I could. I cursed myself for not silencing the phone and removing the vibration mode. He was a wreck, and he needed the sleep. Vaidehi Suryavamshi was getting the best treatment at the best hospital. It was Adil who needed the rest now and to take care of himself. I had failed at that.

During the waiting period, Adil and I sat in silence. The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air, and I could sense Adil's anxiety. He stared blankly at the hospital wall, lost in his thoughts.

I tentatively reached for his hand, offering a comforting squeeze. "Adil, she's in good hands. Dr. Mittal is an excellent physician, and your mother is strong. She will pull through," I whispered, trying to provide some solace.

He glanced at me, gratitude flickering in his eyes. "Thank you, Lisha. I don't know what I would do without you by my side," he admitted, his vulnerability revealing itself.

The surgery seemed to stretch on endlessly, each passing moment amplifying the tension in the room. Adil's grip on my hand tightened, his eyes fixed on the closed door that separated us from the operating theatre.

Finally, Dr. Mittal emerged, clad in surgical scrubs. Adil shot up from his seat, his expression a mix of hope and apprehension. "How is she, Doctor? Is she okay?" he asked urgently.

Dr. Mittal offered a reassuring smile. "The surgery went well. We successfully removed the blockage, and your mother is in the recovery room now. It will take some time for her to regain consciousness, but overall, it was a positive outcome."

Relief washed over Adil's face, and he visibly sagged, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. I felt a surge of relief too, grateful that his mother had come through the surgery successfully.