Rathore's Vengeance

Thirty Two

Tara parked her car outside the hospital and hurriedly got Roohi admitted. The doctors swiftly moved Roohi into a ward for examination, while Tara, filled with concern, stood by, anxiously watching them. Her worry deepened as she waited for the doctors to assess Roohi's condition.

Inside the ward, Tara’s eyes were fixed on the doctor administering an injection to Roohi. As the doctor turned towards her, Tara forced a smile, masking her fear.

"Doctor, how is she?" Tara asked, her voice laced with anxiety.

The doctor sighed gently. "Don't worry, she's just exhausted," the doctor replied in a reassuring tone. "She seems to be frightened, and it looks like she hasn't eaten anything. That’s likely why she’s so weak."

Tara’s worry didn’t ease as the doctor continued. "She also has some injuries-deep cuts on her elbows, feet, and palms. It looks like she might have fallen at some point," the doctor explained, her brow furrowed as she reviewed the extent of Roohi's wounds.

Seeing Tara’s lingering concern, the doctor added, "But she’ll be fine now. There's nothing to worry about." The doctor offered a comforting smile before glancing back at Roohi, still unconscious on the bed.

After finishing the updates, the doctor left the ward, leaving Tara alone with Roohi. Though that girl was still unconscious, Tara decided to stay by her side, waiting for Roohi to wake up, her thoughts racing but filled with quiet determination.

Abhimanyu was tense about the camera situation, a cloud of unease hanging over him. The thought of how the camera ended up in Misha’s handbag plagued his mind as he walked towards the dining table for breakfast. There was no time to waste; they needed to find out who was behind this.

As Abhimanyu sat down, he glanced at Misha, who was already seated beside him. She briefly met his gaze before turning her attention back to her plate. He followed suit, quietly starting his meal, noticing that everyone was present except for Arnav.

Just as he began to eat, a hand suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a bite of food. Startled, he pulled back, only to realize it was Misha, offering him food. His eyes widened with hesitation, especially with all eyes on them at the table, some already sporting teasing smiles. He was about to snap at her when Dadi Ma’s soft voice intervened.

"Abhimanyu beta, look how lovingly your wife is trying to feed you," Dadi Ma said with a gentle smile.

Abhimanyu sighed, realizing who had orchestrated this moment. Of course, it was his doting and lovingly Dadi Ma. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and ate the food, his fake smile matching Misha's as she smiled at him in return.

Aavyan, always the instigator, spoke up with a playful grin, "What’s this, Bhai?"

Abhimanyu frowned. "Now what?" he asked, irritation clear in his voice.

"Misha Bhabhi just fed you, so isn’t it your turn to feed her?" Aavyan teased, causing Isha to giggle and Dadi Ma to nod in agreement.

"Can you, for once, stop talking nonsense?" Abhimanyu glared at Aavyan, who merely sighed in mock defeat.

"But Aavyan is right. Feed her back, Abhimanyu," Dadi Ma insisted, her tone firm. Abhimanyu sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing.

With a resigned expression, he took some food and held it out towards Misha. She smiled shyly before taking the bite, blinking her eyes playfully at him. Abhimanyu stared at her for a moment, confused by her odd behavior, but forced a smile back since Dadi Ma was watching closely.

After breakfast, Abhimanyu walked out of the mansion, heading towards his car when he heard Misha call out to him. He turned to see her approaching.

"Go safely and come back early," Misha said softly, her tone unusually sweet. Abhimanyu frowned, wondering what was going on. She had been perfectly fine last night.