𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍

CHAPTER:5

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Time flies so quickly that I didn’t even notice when night turned into day. Now, here I am, sitting in front of the mirror, getting ready for my Roka and engagement. Sanaya is doing my makeup, even though I told her I don’t want any. I’m not a fan of makeup, but she didn’t listen—she just told me to shut up and sit quietly.

Yesterday, I begged her to leave with me because I didn’t want to face all of this alone. We ended up going to the hospital early this morning and only returned by noon, giving me barely any time to get ready.

I’ve tried calling HIM so many times, but every call went straight to voicemail. Sanaya kept saying things like, "Maybe he’s not serious about you," or, "What if he’s cheating?" But I can’t believe that. I know him too well—he wouldn’t do something like this. I’ve seen the love in his eyes for me... or at least I thought I had.

Flashback:

1 years ago...

"Ishu beta, eat this, otherwise you’ll have nothing later. You always forget once you start attending to your patients," Chachi Ma said, her voice filled with concern.

"Yes, Princess. Sit and eat first, only then you can leave. Otherwise, forget going to the hospital," Chachu added in a stern tone, though he failed miserably—he could never be strict with me.

"Chachu, Chachi Ma, I’m really running late! Okay, do one thing—roll the roti with sabzi, and I’ll eat while I’m on my way," I bargained, already gathering my things.

"Yes, Maa, do that only because you know how stubborn she is!" came my savior, Arjun Bhai, backing me up.

I blew him a flying kiss, grabbed the roll Chachi quickly made, and hurried out, but not before kissing both Chachu and Chachi Ma on their cheeks.

I started going towards the nearby bus stop . I was waiting for a bus or rickshaw, the warmth of the rolled roti still in my hands, when something caught my attention. An elderly lady, standing a few meters away, suddenly clutched her chest and collapsed in the middle of the road.

My inner doctor's instinct kicked in immediately. I rushed to her side, quickly assessing her condition. It didn’t take long to realize she was having a heart attack. I administered emergency treatment, but I knew she wouldn’t survive without getting to a hospital fast.

I looked around for help, calling out to the people nearby, but no one came forward. Some glanced our way but quickly moved on. I tried to wave down vehicles, but none stopped. I called for an ambulance, but it would take too long.

Then, a black car approached. Desperate, I stood up, waving frantically, positioning myself right in the middle of the road.

The car screeched to a stop. I shut my eyes for a second, fear surging through me, but when I opened them, a man, probably in his early 20s, stepped out.As I glanced at the man who had stepped out of the sleek black car, my heart skipped a beat. There was something about him—his striking features, the sharp jawline, the intense eyes that seemed to burn with a mixture of annoyance and intrigue. His tousled dark hair fell slightly across his forehead, giving him an effortless, rugged charm. Despite the sharpness in his words, there was a warmth in his gaze, one that made me feel both nervous and comforted at the same time.