𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒: 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑂𝑓 𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 || 18+

14. she realised

They reached the nearest hospital in a blur of sirens and flashing lights. Sameer and Amaya rushed out of the ambulance with Veeranshu, watching helplessly as the paramedics swiftly moved him onto a stretcher and wheeled him into the operation theatre. Amaya stood at the door, her heart pounding, tears streaming down her face. She was lost in a haze of fear and despair.

Sameer gently guided her to a chair, trying to calm her down, but she was inconsolable. "Please, God, save him. Please save him," she whispered over and over, her voice trembling with desperation.

A few minutes later, Vikrant arrived. He hurried towards Amaya, his face a mask of worry. "What happened? How did this all happen?" he demanded.

Amaya, struggling to speak through her sobs, managed to explain, "A man... a car... he stopped in front of Veeranshu, pulled out a gun, and shot him. Then he drove away."

"Did you see the car number? What did the man look like?" Vikrant asked urgently.

Amaya shook her head, tears falling uncontrollably. "I don't know. I don't know," she cried, her voice breaking.

Sameer continued to try and comfort her, but she was beyond calming. The minutes ticked by slowly. The clock showed 1 PM, and Veeranshu was still in surgery. Sameer offered to take Amaya home, but she refused, insisting she would not leave until she knew Veeranshu was okay.

Finally, the doctors emerged from the operation theatre. All three of them-Amaya, Sameer, and Vikrant-rushed towards the doctors, their faces pale with anxiety.

"How is bhai?" Sameer asked, his voice tight with worry.

The doctor sighed, his expression grave. "We managed to remove the bullet, but there was significant blood loss. Additionally, he has a head injury from falling. There's internal bleeding in his brain. We've done everything we can, but his condition is critical. It's up to him now to fight and recover."

Amaya felt the world tilt around her. She collapsed to her knees, her body shaking with sobs. Sameer quickly knelt beside her, holding her up. "Please, Bhabhi, he will be fine. He is my brother. He can't leave us. He's not that weak."

Amaya nodded weakly, tears still streaming down her face. Sameer and Vikrant guided her to a chair, but the weight of the doctor's words hung heavy in the air. They all knew how dire Veeranshu's condition was.

As they sat in the cold, sterile waiting room, the reality of the situation settled in. Sameer and Vikrant exchanged worried glances, each trying to remain strong for Amaya's sake. They both understood the gravity of Veeranshu's injuries and the slim chances of his recovery.

Amaya sat silently, her hands clasped tightly together, praying with every fiber of her being. She thought of Veeranshu's smile, his laughter, the way he looked at her with such love and determination. She couldn't lose him. Not now. Not ever.

The minutes stretched into hours, each one a test of their patience and hope. Amaya's mind replayed the scene over and over, the gunshot, the blood, Veeranshu's weak smile. Her heart ached with guilt and fear.

Sameer placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "He's strong, Bhabhi. He'll pull through. We have to believe that."

Amaya nodded, wiping her tears. "He has to. He just has to."

They sat in that tense, agonizing wait, clinging to each other and the fragile hope that Veeranshu would survive.

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The morning came with a heavy sadness that weighed on the hearts of everyone present. Amaya had fallen asleep, her head resting on Sameer's shoulder. Vikrant was nowhere to be seen; he had left during the night, determined to find out who was behind the attack on Veeranshu. Sameer, too, had succumbed to exhaustion and was sleeping beside Amaya.