Aisha Kapoor and Yuvraj Rathore, two college students from Mumbai University, couldn't be more different yet oddly drawn to each other's contrasting worlds.
Aisha, with her sharp wit and passion was known for her charm and confidence. Her friends a...
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hospital parking lot:
Yuvraj stood near the dimly lit corner of the hospital's parking lot, his heart racing. The cryptic phone call had left him with a sense of foreboding, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to confront whoever was waiting for him. The shadows seemed to shift, and he spotted a figure walking towards him.
"Yuvraj," the voice called out, and he instantly recognized it. His heart skipped a beat, a mix of confusion and surprise washing over him.
"Anjali?" he whispered, as the figure stepped into the light, revealing his ex-girlfriend.
"It's been a long time," she said, her voice tinged with a strange mix of nostalgia and determination.
Yuvraj was stunned. "What are you doing here?"
Anjali smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I heard about your father's condition. I wanted to see if you were okay."
Yuvraj's mind raced. Anjali and he had parted ways on difficult terms. Her sudden appearance now, during his father's health crisis, was the last thing he expected. "Thank you for your concern, but why the secrecy? Why not just call me directly?"
Anjali looked down, hesitating. "I didn't think you'd want to see me, considering how we left things."
Yuvraj took a deep breath, trying to process this unexpected turn of events. "This isn't the time, Anjali. My father is in the hospital, and I have a lot on my plate."
"I understand," Anjali said, taking a step closer. "But I need to talk to you, Yuvraj. It's important."
He shook his head, frustrated. "What could be so important right now?"
Anjali's eyes hardened. "It's about us. I realized I made a mistake, Yuvraj. Leaving you was the worst decision of my life. I want another chance."
Yuvraj felt a rush of emotions—anger, confusion, and a hint of something else he couldn't quite place. "Anjali, this isn't the time for this conversation."
"I know," she replied, her voice softening. "But I couldn't stay away any longer. Seeing you like this, I realized I still care about you."
Yuvraj's mind was spinning. He needed to get back to his father, but he also needed to sort out this sudden complication. "We'll talk later. Right now, I need to be with my family."
Anjali nodded, looking disappointed but understanding. "I'll be around. Please, just think about what I said."
Yuvraj watched her walk away, his heart heavy. He couldn't deny the history they shared, but right now, his priorities were clear. He turned and headed back to the hospital, his thoughts a jumble of confusion and resolve.
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Hospital Room, Two Weeks Later:
The next two weeks were a whirlwind of worry, hope, and relief. Yuvraj's father had a slow but steady recovery, and the doctors were optimistic about his condition. Yuvraj spent every possible moment by his father's side, supported by Aisha, who had been a rock through the entire ordeal.
