Saving My Childhood Saviour: A Tale From Ground Zero✅

Found or Lost Forever?

The hospital hallway was a blur of activity as Jhanvi anxiously paced back and forth, her thoughts consumed with worry for Jai. Despite the relief of having him in capable hands, a lingering unease gnawed at her. She had barely slept, haunted by the memory of the terrorists and their relentless pursuit.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, startling her out of her reverie. It was Sanjana, their childhood friend whom Jhanvi had called earlier to inform about Jai. With a flicker of hope, Jhanvi answered the call.

"Sanjana, thank goodness you called," Jhanvi greeted, her voice a mixture of exhaustion and urgency.

"Jhanvi, how is Jai? Is he okay?" Sanjana's voice carried a hint of concern, echoing Jhanvi's own fears.

"He's stable now," Jhanvi replied, her relief palpable. "He's in surgery. They think he'll make it."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, and then Sanjana spoke again, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm so glad to hear that. Thank you for letting me know."

Before Jhanvi could respond, a chilling realization swept over her. Movement caught her eye from the end of the hallway—a group of figures clad in dark clothing, their faces obscured by balaclavas. Terror gripped her heart as she recognized them instantly—the same terrorists who had ambushed them before.

"Sanjana, I... I think they've found me," Jhanvi whispered urgently into the phone, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

Sanjana's breath hitched audibly. "Jhanvi, get out of there. Now!"

But it was too late. The terrorists had already spotted Jhanvi, their footsteps quickening as they closed the distance between them. Panic surged through Jhanvi's veins as she turned to flee, her phone slipping from her trembling fingers and clattering to the ground.

"Stop her!" one of the terrorists shouted, raising his rifle as they charged towards her.

Jhanvi sprinted down the corridor, her heart pounding in her chest. Fear lent her speed as she dodged around corners, desperate to evade capture once more. Shots rang out, echoing in the sterile hallway as bullets whizzed past her, striking the walls with deadly intent.

A searing pain ripped through Jhanvi's shoulder, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground with a cry of anguish. Blood seeped from the wound, staining her clothes as she struggled to push herself back up. Tears stung her eyes, a mixture of pain and terror overwhelming her senses.

"Please," she gasped, her voice hoarse as she stared up at the masked figures looming over her. "Please don't..."

One of the terrorists bent down, his expression unreadable behind the mask. "You should have stayed out of our business," he growled, his voice cold and devoid of remorse.

With a cruel twist of fate, Jhanvi's world narrowed to the sight of the rifle barrel pointed at her. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable. But before the shot could ring out, a flurry of commotion erupted from behind the terrorists.

"Drop your weapons! Hands in the air!" shouted a commanding voice.

Jhanvi dared to open her eyes, disbelief washing over her as she saw soldiers in uniform storming down the hallway, guns drawn and aimed squarely at the terrorists. In moments, the situation had turned on its head. The terrorists, caught off guard, hesitated for a split second before dropping their weapons and raising their hands in surrender.

Relief flooded through Jhanvi, mingling with pain and disbelief. She was safe, for now. Medics rushed to her side, their urgent voices a distant murmur as they tended to her wound.