The Birla siblings 💕

what happened to Abhir 🥺

The Birla house was alive with the sound of laughter and playful chatter. Abhir, Ruhi, Ruhanika, and Shivu were enjoying their time together, their exuberant play filling the room with a sense of joy and lightness. Abhir, with his usual boundless energy, was darting around, his laughter echoing brightly.

But the cheerful scene took a sudden, alarming turn. Abhir's laughter faltered, and he began to stagger. His face went pale, and before anyone could react, he collapsed on the floor. A wave of panic washed over the room, instantly silencing the children's play. Ruhi and Ruhanika, their faces instantly registering fear, rushed to Abhir's side, their small hands trembling as they tried to wake him.

In the midst of the chaos, Ruhi's voice broke through the panic. "Mamma! Mamma!" she cried out, her voice trembling with fear. "Abhir's not waking up!" Her distress was palpable, and she frantically looked around for her mother.

Aarohi, who had been nearby, immediately sprang into action. Her heart raced as she hurried to Abhir's side. Despite her own mounting worry, she maintained a calm exterior, though her eyes betrayed the depth of her concern. She knelt beside Abhir, her hands gentle yet swift as she checked his pulse and temperature.

Her face remained a mask of focused determination, but her heart was heavy with anxiety. After a tense few moments, she let out a shuddering breath of relief. "He's okay," she said softly, though her worried expression told a different story.

Carefully, Aarohi lifted Abhir and carried him to a nearby couch, her movements tender and protective. She spread a soft blanket over him and placed a comforting hand on his forehead. Her eyes, though relieved, were still clouded with concern. She sat beside him, watching over him with a maternal dedication that spoke volumes.

Meanwhile, Akshu and Abhimanyu, who
The Birla house, normally bustling with the cheerful sounds of children at play, was unusually quiet. The room that had once echoed with laughter now held a heavy, worried silence. Abhir, who had been the vibrant center of the children's play, lay on the couch looking pale and unwell. His usual lively demeanor was replaced with a stillness that tugged at the hearts of those around him.

Aarohi, her face etched with concern, was kneeling beside Abhir. Her hands moved with practiced gentleness as she adjusted his position on the couch, trying to make him as comfortable as possible. Every few moments, she would check his pulse and temperature, her brow furrowing in concentration. The sight of Abhir's weakened state was distressing, and despite her best efforts to stay composed, her worry was evident in her eyes.

Ruhanika, the elder of the two younger children, stood nearby, her face a picture of concern. She tried to stay calm, but her anxiety was palpable. Her younger sister, Ruhi, clung to her side, her small frame trembling with fear. The sight of Abhir, usually so energetic and full of life, now lying still, was deeply unsettling for them both.

"Mamma! Mamma!" Ruhanika's voice broke through the silence, filled with a trembling urgency as she called out for Aarohi. "Abhir's not waking up properly! What should we do?"

Aarohi's heart raced as she heard the panic in her daughters' voices. She felt a pang of relief as she saw Akshu and Abhimanyu entering the room, their faces reflecting their own anxiety. Ruhanika, trying to be brave for her younger sister, gently held Abhir in her arms as she approached her parents.

"Mamma, please help!" Ruhanika's voice was choked with emotion as she handed Abhir to Akshu. "Abhir is so sick, and he won't wake up! I'm so scared!"

Akshu's heart ached as she saw her son, usually so full of vitality, now looking so vulnerable. With a mixture of urgency and tenderness, she took Abhir from Ruhanika's arms. Her eyes, usually bright with warmth, were now clouded with worry. "Oh, Abhir," she whispered, her voice breaking slightly as she cradled him close. "My poor boy."