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As soon as Ruhaan heard the news about Harsh the next morning, he was jolted to his core, his mind reeling in shock. The revelation of his father's condition was like a thunderbolt, leaving him breathless and shaken. He couldn't contain himself, his emotions overflowing like a dam burst. With Surbhi by his side, he rushed to the hospital, his heart racing with every passing moment.
On the way to the hospital Surbhi received a call from Aarav when he informed about Harsh had regained consciousness.
Upon arrival, Ruhaan sprinted towards the ward where Harsh had been transferred from the ICU. He burst through the doors, his eyes scanning the room frantically. The sight that greeted him was a poignant one - Ruhi, Janhavi, and Aarav surrounded his father's bed, their faces etched with concern.
But it was the figure on the bed that made Ruhaan's heart sink. His father, once a pillar of strength, lay frail and vulnerable. A lone tear trickled down Ruhaan's cheek as he whispered, "Papa," his voice trembling with emotion.
Harsh, sensing his son's presence, mustered a faint smile, his eyes locking onto Ruhaan's. With a weak but loving gesture, he beckoned Ruhaan to come closer....
Ruhaan flung himself at Harsh, embracing him with a desperation that spoke of his deepest fears. He buried his face in the warmth of his father's neck, the familiar scent of his skin a bittersweet comfort. As he wrapped his arms around Harsh, his body shook with uncontrollable sobs, the dam of his emotions finally breaking.
Harsh, despite his frailty, enveloped his son in a gentle embrace, his hands tracing soothing patterns on Ruhaan's back. His touch was a calming balm, a reassurance that he was still there, still strong enough to be a rock for his child.
"Bas, Ru...kuch nhi hua mujhe...aise rote nhi, baacha," Harsh whispered, his voice a soft rumble, a gentle reprimand. The words, though weak, held a deep love and a longing to comfort his son.
As Harsh spoke, his hands continued to caress Ruhaan's back, a steady heartbeat of love and reassurance to his little one...
Aarav gently intervened, carefully prying Ruhaan away from Harsh to prevent exerting unnecessary stress on their frail father. With tender hands, Aarav cupped Ruhaan's cheeks, his thumbs sweeping across the damp skin to wipe away the tears.
"Tu toh mera bahadur baacha hai na" Aarav said, his voice infused with warmth and reassurance. "Tu kabse aise rone laga? Dad bilkul theek hai ab...we can even take him home...you can ask your Ruhi di." Aarav's words were a soothing balm, calming Ruhaan's frazzled nerves.
Ruhaan's gaze shifted from Aarav's compassionate face to Ruhi's reassuring smile. Ruhi nodded in agreement, her eyes locking onto Ruhaan's.
"Tumhara bhai bilkul theek keh rhe hai, Ruhaan," Ruhi said, her voice gentle yet authoritative. "You can take Harsh Sir home, but he's weak, so he needs proper bed rest and any kind of exertion is not at all good for him so make sure of it...and I know you'll take proper care of him, right?" Her words were laced with trust, and Ruhaan's face reflected a mix of relief and determination.
"Now excuse me," Ruhi said, her professional demeanor taking over. "I'll get the discharge papers ready and prepare a proper diet chart for Sir's speedy recovery." With a reassuring smile, she exited the room, leaving the family with Harsh...
Janhavi turned to Harsh and gently said, "Aaram kariye aap, Sir...aati hu mein."
(Take rest, Sir...I'll be back.)
She followed Ruhi out of the room, her eyes filled with concern for Harsh's well-being.
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