Does Love Happen in Books?✅

Everything has Changed

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The evening sky bathed the park in hues of amber and rose, the gentle hum of cicadas mingling with the soft rustling of leaves. Veer and Suhana walked hand in hand, their laughter interspersed with quiet moments of shared glances. The path was lined with twinkling fairy lights, casting a magical glow over the scene.

Veer led Suhana to a secluded spot by a serene lake, where a small table for two was set with flickering candles. The tranquil ambiance seemed to amplify their anticipation. As they settled into their seats, Veer’s heart raced with the weight of what he was about to do.

“Suhana,” he began, his voice steady but soft, “I’ve been wanting to tell you something important.”

Suhana looked at him, her eyes reflecting the golden light. “What is it, Veer? You’re making me curious.”

Veer took a deep breath, his fingers brushing against the velvet box hidden in his pocket. “We’ve shared so many moments together, and every single one has made me realize how much you mean to me. I can’t imagine my life without you. Suhana, will you marry me?”

Before Suhana could respond, the scene shifted abruptly. Out of the darkness emerged a group of shadowy figures, their rough voices cutting through the serenity. The goons, their faces partially obscured, approached the couple with an unsettling urgency.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing here?” one of the goons demanded, his tone menacing.

Veer stood up protectively, his eyes narrowing. “Leave us alone. This is a special moment for us.”

The goons seemed undeterred. “Special moment or not, you need to give us everything you’ve got. Now!”

Suhana’s eyes widened in fear, and she clutched Veer’s hand tighter. Veer glanced around, looking for a way to defuse the situation. “We don’t have much,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm. “Just take what you need and go.”

One of the goons grabbed the small bag on the table, rifling through it with rough hands. “This is all you have?” he sneered, tossing the bag aside. “What a waste of time.”

Veer’s mind raced. He could see the fear in Suhana’s eyes and knew he had to act fast. “Please, just leave us be,” he said, his voice firm but pleading.

The leader of the goons, seeming to sense Veer’s desperation, gave a nod. “Alright, we’re going. But remember, next time you better be more prepared.”

As the goons retreated into the shadows, Veer and Suhana were left in the dimming light of their interrupted evening. Veer turned to Suhana, his face a mask of worry. “I’m so sorry. I wanted this to be perfect.”

Suhana’s eyes softened as she looked at him. “It’s okay, Veer. I’m just glad you’re safe. This won’t ruin our night.”

Veer took her hands in his, the ring still hidden in his pocket. “I still want to make this moment special, despite everything.”

Suhana smiled, her eyes glistening with tears of relief and love. “I’m here with you, and that’s what matters.”

With renewed determination, Veer knelt down, carefully pulling out the ring from his pocket. He looked up at Suhana, his voice trembling with emotion. “Suhana, I still want to ask you—will you marry me?”

Tears welled up in Suhana’s eyes as she nodded, her voice choked with emotion. “Yes, Veer. Yes, I will.”

Veer slipped the ring onto her finger, his heart swelling with a mix of relief and joy. As they embraced, the night seemed to reclaim its magic, the ordeal fading into the background of their shared happiness.

In the dimly lit ICU room, the incessant beeping of the heart monitor provided a rhythmic counterpoint to the sterile silence. Veer lay in the bed, tubes snaking into his body, his face pale and still. The ventilator provided a steady, artificial breath, while the beeping of the heart monitor served as a grim reminder of his fragile state. The room was otherwise silent, except for the occasional shuffle of the nurse's feet outside.

Suddenly, a shadow fell across the room. A man in a dark hoodie and mask slipped through the door, his movements deliberate and menacing. His eyes glinted with a dangerous intent as he surveyed the room, finally settling on Veer. The intruder approached the bed with a sinister determination, a thin knife gleaming in his hand.

"Such a pity," the man whispered, as he raised the knife above Veer’s motionless form. "You always were too resilient."

At that moment, the ICU's heavy doors swung open, and a nurse hurried in, her face contorted with alarm. "Stop! What are you doing?"

The goon’s eyes widened, caught off guard. He hesitated for a fraction of a second, enough time for the nurse to pull a red emergency cord hanging on the wall. Alarms blared, piercing through the quiet and sending a rush of activity into the room. The goon’s knife wavered, and he took a step back, his plan unraveling.

"Get away from him!" the nurse shouted, her voice trembling but firm. "Security! Now!"

The intruder, realizing the futility of his actions, dropped the knife and darted towards the window, shattering the glass in his desperate escape. The room erupted into chaos as medical personnel stormed in, rushing to secure the area and attend to Veer.

Dr. Anand, the lead physician, entered the room with a grim expression, his eyes scanning the scene. He immediately turned his attention to Veer, his hands working with practiced efficiency. "Stay with me, Veer. You have to hold on," he urged, his voice a steady anchor in the whirlwind of emergency.

The nurse, her face pale but determined, stood by the door as security officers arrived, their presence adding a semblance of control to the chaotic scene. She met Dr. Anand's gaze, a silent promise of vigilance as they worked to stabilize Veer.

Minutes felt like hours as the team labored over Veer, their movements a ballet of urgency and precision. Despite the frenzy, Dr. Anand's voice remained calm and reassuring. "He’s stable for now," he said, after what seemed an eternity. "But we need to keep a close watch. We can’t afford any more disruptions."

The nurse nodded, her expression reflecting a mix of relief and resolve. The emergency lights cast a harsh glare, but amidst the harshness, there was a palpable sense of triumph. Veer was still alive, his fighting spirit evident even in unconsciousness.

As the security team began their investigation and the nurses returned to their duties, the ICU room fell back into a tense quiet. The beeping of the heart monitor was now a hopeful rhythm, a testament to Veer’s resilience in the face of danger.