unexpected love

FINALLY DONE

"Darsh stepped out of the hospital room, his phone already in his hand as he dialed a number with calm authority. Within minutes, the arrangements were underway. Satakshi was swiftly transferred to the hospital's most lavish suite, equipped with every luxury and convenience to ensure her comfort. A separate, well-furnished family room was also prepared for those staying with her. Satisfied with the arrangements, Darsh approached Kavya, who was seated in the waiting area, her worry still etched on her face. He knelt beside her, his expression softening."

Darsh began gently: Bhabi, Main ek request karna chahta hoon. Please, mummy-papa ko kuch mat batana abhi. Woh shaadi ke liye bahar hain aur unnecessarily worried ho jaayenge. Hum yaha sab handle kar lenge.

Kavya hesitated for a moment. Concern flashing in her eyes, but she eventually nodded: Thik hai, Darsh. Main unhe nahi bataungi.

Darsh smiled, his voice steady as he continued: Main chahunga ki aap isi hospital ke room mein raho jo unhone provide kiya hai. Ghar mein aap akele honge. Yahan pura staff hai agar aapko koi dikkt hoti hai toh, aur aapko apna stress kam karna hoga. Baby ke liye bhi zaroori hai.

"Kavya offered a small nod, her mind still reeling from the swift turn of events. As she gathered herself to head towards the room, something caught her eye. The staff, usually composed and professional, were suddenly abuzz with hushed whispers and furtive glances. Kavya's gaze followed theirs, and she saw a man walking briskly down the corridor, flanked by several high-ranking medical personnel."

"It was the chairperson of the hospital himself. The sight of the chairperson personally hurrying into the building left Kavya stunned. The staff, too, seemed caught off guard. They had often heard the name Darsh Bisht, plastered across newspapers and television channels, a name synonymous with power and prestige. But none of them had ever imagined seeing him wield his influence so effortlessly that the chairperson himself would rush to meet his demands."

"Kavya paused in her steps, watching as the chairperson approached Darsh with an air of urgency and respect. The weight of the moment struck her—this wasn't just a caring husband standing by his wife's side. This was THE DARSH BISHT, a man who commanded the world's attention and respect with a single call. Darsh exchanged a brief conversation with the chairperson, his demeanor calm yet firm, before turning back to Kavya."

He said, his tone leaving no room for argument: Bhabi, aap jaake araam kariye. Main yahaan sab sambhal loonga.

"Kavya nodded mutely, walking towards the family room, still processing what she had witnessed. The Darsh she had seen today was a far cry from the man she had known casually through Satakshi. He wasn't just her brother-in-law—he was a force to be reckoned with. Darsh had stayed by Kavya's side for a while, ensuring she was settled comfortably in the family room. Once satisfied that she was resting, he excused himself, his mind drifting back to Satakshi. With measured steps, he walked toward her suite, his emotions a mixture of relief that she was in the best care and an ache that refused to subside."

"Pushing open the door quietly, Darsh stepped into the room, his eyes immediately finding Satakshi. She lay still, her pale face a stark contrast to the soft, warm glow of the room's ambient lighting. The sight stirred something deep within him, a blend of guilt, regret, and an overwhelming sense of protectiveness. He moved closer, his footsteps barely making a sound against the pristine floor. Pulling a chair close to her bedside, he sat down, his hand instinctively reaching out to clasp hers."

"The dim light of the hospital room cast a soft glow over Satakshi's still form. Darsh had stayed by her side all day, his worry and guilt keeping him vigilant. As night fell, exhaustion finally took its toll, and he drifted into a restless sleep, his hand still gently clasping hers. In the quiet of the night, Satakshi began to stir. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she slowly took in her surroundings. The sterile smell of the hospital, the steady beeping of the monitors, and then her gaze settled on Darsh. His head rested on the edge of her bed, his face peaceful yet etched with worry even in sleep."