CHAPTER 54

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"Love is the unspoken language between hearts, a connection that defies logic and reason. It's the comfort in silence, the joy in shared glances, and the strength in vulnerability. True love weaves two lives into one, creating a bond that grows deeper with each uncharted step taken together."

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Shivam finished his breakfast quietly, an unusual behavior for someone typically full of energy and conversation. The atmosphere at the table felt slightly off, with everyone noticing his silence, but no one said anything. Manish, their father, glanced at Shivam but chose not to ask any questions. He trusted that if something serious were going on, his son would share it with the family eventually.**

As Shivam, Ayansh, and Shweta stepped outside to leave for work, Shivam suddenly stopped in his tracks. He turned back to face his brother and sister-in-law.

"Bhaiya, Bhabhi, I'll come to the office a bit later," he said abruptly. Before either could respond, he hurried to his car, got in, and drove off, leaving Ayansh and Shweta standing there in confusion.

Shweta watched Shivam's car disappear down the road, a frown forming on her face. "What's going on with him? He's been acting so strange all morning. Do you think something happened?"

Ayansh, noticing the worry etched on her face, shrugged slightly. "I'm not sure. He didn't mention anything to me."

He moved to the passenger side door and opened it for Shweta, gesturing for her to get in. Once she was seated, he walked around to the driver's side and started the engine. As they drove away from the house, Ayansh glanced at her, deciding it was time to share what Shivam had told him the previous night.

"You remember how late I got back last night? Shivam had just told me about something that happened, and it was... well, it's not easy to talk about."

Shweta turned to him, her eyes wide with concern. "What happened? Is everything okay?"

Ayansh explained the incident-how Shivam had been involved in an accident where a girl ran in front of his car, clearly terrified and injured, and how he had helped her get to the hospital. He had stayed with her until she was safe but had kept it all a secret from the family, even lying about why he had been late.

"Oh my god, that's awful! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Shweta asked, her voice a mix of shock and concern.

Ayansh sighed. "By the time I got back you were already asleep. I didn't want to wake you up just to give you bad news. Besides, Shivam asked me not to tell anyone."

Shweta bit her lip, deep in thought. "Do you think we should go after him? He might need us."

Ayansh shook his head gently. "Let's give him some space. If he needs us, he'll come to us. Right now, he's dealing with it in his own way. Shivam's strong, but even he needs time to process something like this."

Shweta sighed, her worry not entirely eased but understanding the wisdom in Ayansh's words. She leaned back in her seat, still concerned for Shivam but trusting Ayansh's judgment. As they drove to the office, her thoughts remained on her devar, hoping that he would be alright and that, when the time was right, he would open up to them.

In hospital

Shivam arrived at the hospital and made his way to the room where the girl he had helped last night was admitted. Standing outside the door, he hesitated, his hand raised to knock, but something held him back. His mind was a whirl of thoughts—what would he say? How would she react? Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the door opening.

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