Whispers of Romance

"A symphony of Emotions"

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 doctor’s 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.